My date of life out, for his fweet life's lofs.
Sal Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes,
For villainy is not without fuch rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorfe and innocence.
Away with me all you, whofe fouls abhor
Th' uncleanly favour of a flaughter-house,
For I am ftifled with the fmell of fin.
Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there. Pemb. There, tell the King, he may enquire us out. [Exeunt Lords.
Faulc. Here's a good world. Knew you of this fair work?
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou did'ft this deed of death
Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.
Faulc. Ha! I'll tell thee what,
Thou'rt damn'd fo black-nay, nothing is fo black;
Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer.
There is not yet fo ugly a fiend of hell
As thou fhalt be, if thou didft kill this child.
Hub. Upon my foul-
Faulc. If thou didst but confent
To this most cruel act, do but defpair,
And if thou want'ft a cord, the fmalleft thread,
That ever fpider twifted from her womb,
Will ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam
To hang thee on: or wouldst thou drown thyself,
Put but a little water in a fpon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Enough to stifle fuch a villain up.
I do fufpect thee very grievously.
Hub. If I in act, content, or fin of thought, Be guilty of the ftealing that fweet breath,
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
I left him well.
Faulc. Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amaz'd, methinks, and lofe my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
How eafy doft thou take all England up!
From forth this morfel of dead Royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this Realm
Is fled to heav'n; and England now is left
To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth
The un-owed intereft of proud-fwelling State.
Now for the bare-pickt bone of Majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry creft;
And fnarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
Now Pow'rs from home and difcontents at home.
Meet in one line: and vaft confufion waits
(As doth a Raven on a fick, fall'n beast)
The imminent Decay of wrested Pomp3.
Now happy he, whofe cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempeft. Bear away that child,
And follow me with fpeed; I'll to the King;
A thousand bufineffes are brief at hand,
And heav'n itself doth frown upon the Land. [Exeunt
3 The imminent decay of wrested pomp.] Wrefied pomp is greatness btained by violence.
The Court of ENGLAND.
Enter King John, Pandulpho, and Attendants.
HUS I have yielded up into your hand
The circle of my Glory. [Giving the Crown.
From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your fovereign Greatness and Authority.
K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the
French,
And from his Holinefs ufe all your power
To ftop their Marches, 'fore we are inflam'd.
Our discontented Counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience;
Swearing allegiance, and the love of foul,
To stranger blood, to foreign Royalty;
This inundation of miftemper'd humour
Refts by you only to be qualify'd.
Then paufe not; for the prefent time's fo fick,
That prefent medicine must be ministred,
Or Overthrow incurable infues.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up,
Upon your stubborn ufage of the Pope :
But fince you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall huth again this storm of war;
And make fair weather in your bluft'ring Land,
On this Afcenfion-Day, remember well,
Upon your oath of fervice to the Pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. K. John. Is this Afcenfion-day? did not the Prophet Say, that before Afcenfion-day at noon
My Crown I should give off? even so I have:
I did fuppofe, it should be on constraint:
But, heav'n be thank'd, it is but voluntary.
Faulc. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out But Dover-Caftle: London hath receiv'd,
Like a kind hoft, the Dauphin and his Powers.
Your Nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer fervice to your enemy;
And wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. John. Would not my Lords return to me again, After they heard, young Arthur was alive?
Faulce. They found him dead, and caft into the streets,
An empty cafket, where the jewel, life,
By fome damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.
Faule. So on my foul he did, for aught he knew:
But wherefore do you droop? why look you fad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought:
Let not the world fee fear and fad diftruft
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be ftirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow
Of bragging horror: fo fhall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the Great,
Grow great by your example; and put on
The dauntlets fpirit of refolution.
Away, and glifter like the God of war,
When he intendeth to become the field;
Shew boldness and afpiring confidence.
What, fhall they feek the Lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be faid! Forage, and run
Forage, and run] To forage is here used in its ori
ginal fenfe, for to range abroad..
To meet displeasure farther from the doors;
And grapple with him, ere he come fo nigh.
K. John. The legate of the Pope hath been with me, And I have made a happy peace with him; And he hath promis'd to difmifs the Powers Led by the Dauphin.
Faulc. Oh inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our Land,
Send fair play-orders, and make compromife,
Infinuation, parley, and bafe truce,
To arms invafive? fhall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd, filken, Wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his fpirit in a warlike foil,
Mocking the air with Colours idly spread',
And find no check? let us, my Liege, to arms:
Perchance, the Cardinal can't make your peace;
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They faw, we had a purpose of defence.
K. John. Have thou the ord'ring of this prefent time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know", Our Party may well meet a prouder foe,
5 Mocking the air with colours] He has the fame image in Macbeth.
Where the Norwegian colours
flout the fky,
And fan our people cold.
Away then, with good cou-
rage! yet, I know,
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