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He is prepar'd ; and reason too, he should :
Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in
Give me leave to speak.
We will attend to neither :-
out; And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start And echo with the clamour of thy drum, . And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; Sound but another, and another shall, As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Is warlike John ; and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.
[Exeunt. SCENE III.
The Same. A Field of Battle.
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick!
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon
bridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field;
dve the held; And send him word by me, which way you go.
K. John. Tell him, towards Swinstead, to the i abbey there. Mess. Be of good comfort ; for the great supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now: The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. . K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news.Set on towards Swinstead : to my litter straight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Exeunt,
The Same. Another Part of the Sanie. Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and Others.
Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends.
Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the French; If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day, Pemb. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left the
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Pemb. It is the count Melun. Sal.
Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion 51, And welcome home again discarded faith. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; For, if the French be lords of this loud day, He means to recompense the pains you take, By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sworn, And I with him, and many more with me, Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Even on that altar, where we swore to you Dear amity and everlasting love.
Sal. May this be possible! may this be true!
Mel. Have I not bideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life; Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax. Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ? What in the world should make me now deceive, Since I must lose the use of all deceit ? Why should I then be false ; since it is true That I must die here, and live hence by truth? I say again, if Lewis do win the day, He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours Behold another day break in the east : But even this night,-whose black contagious breath Already smokes about the burning crest Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; Paying the fine of rated treachery 52, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; The love of him,—and this respect besides, For that my grandsire was an Englishman, Awakes my conscience to confess all this. In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace, and part this body and my soul With contemplation and devout desires.
Sal. We do believe thee,–And beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form