Is in thy felf rebellion to thy felf.

And better conqueft never canft thou make,
Than arm thy conftant and thy nobler parts
Against thefe giddy, loose suggestions:
Upon which better part, our pray'rs come in,
If thou vouchfate them. But if not, then know
The peril of our curfes light on thee

So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
But in defpair, die under their black weight..
Auft. Rebellion, flat rebellion.

Baft. Will't not be?

Will not a Calve's-skin stop that mouth of thine?
Lewis. Father, to arms.

Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?

Against the blood that thou haft married?
What, fhall our feast be kept with flaughter'd men?
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me: ay, alack, how new
Is husband in my mouth? ev'n for that name
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.

Conft. O, upon my knee,

Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
Forethought by heav'n.

Blanch. Now fhall I fee thy love, what motive may Be ftronger with thee than the name of wife).

Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh thine honour, Lewis, thine honour. Lewis. I mufe your Majefty doth feem fo cold, When fuch profound refpects do pull you on? Pand. I will denounce a curfe upon his head.

K. Philip. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall from thee.

Conft. O fair return of banish'd majesty!

Eli. O foul revolt of French inconftancy!

K. John. France, thou fhalt rue this hour within this

hour.

Baft.

Baft. Old Time the clock-fetter, that bald fexton,
Time,

Is it, as he will well then, France fhall rue.

Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: fair day adieu. Which is the fide that I must go withal?

I am with both, each army hath a hand,
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl afunder, and difmember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win:
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose :
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine:
Grandam, I will not wifh thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that fide fhall I lose :
Affured lofs, before the match be play'd,

Lewis. Lady with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my
dies.

K. John. Coufin, go draw our puiffance together.

[Ex. Baft. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath, A rage, whofe heat hath this condition; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest valu'd blood of France:

K. Philip. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou fhalt

turn

To afhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire:

Look to thy felf, thou art in jeopardy.

K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms

let's hie.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A field of Battle.

Alarms, Excurfions: Enter Baftard with Auftria's head.

OW by my life, this day grows wond'rous

Baß. No hot,

Some airy devil hovers in the sky,

And

And pours down mifchief. Auftria's head lie there.
†Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow,
And offer'd Auftria's blood for facrifice
Unto his father's ever-living foul.

Enter John, Arthur, and Hubert.

K.John. There Hubert,keep this boy.-Philip, make up; My mother is affailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear.

Baft. My lord, I refcu'd her:

Her highness is in fafety, fear you not.
But on, my Liege, for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Baftard, Hubert, and Lords.

O fhall it be; your grace fhall ftay behind
So ftrongly guarded: coufin, look not fad,

K. John. S s

Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee, as thy father was,

[To Arthur.

Arth. O this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Coufin, away for England, hafte before, [To the Baft.

And ere our coming fee thou shake the bags

Of hoarding abbots, their imprifon'd angels
Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Muft by the hungry now be fed upon.
Use our commiffion in its utmost force.

Baft. Bell, book, and candle fhall not drive me back,
When gold and filver becks me to come on.
I leave your highnefs: grandam, I will pray,
(If ever I remember to be holy)

For your fair fafety; fo I kifs your hand.

Added from the old Play.

Eli.

-hark, a word.

Eli. Farewel, my gentle cousin.
K. John. Coz, farewel.

Eli. Come hither little kinfman,

[Exit Baft.

[Taking him to one fide of the stage.

K. John. [to Hubert on the other fide.]
Come hither Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
There is a foul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bofom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing. to fay
But I will fit it with fome better btime.
By heav'n, Hubert, I'm almost asham'd
To fay what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your Majefty.

K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say soyet

But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to fay-but let it go:
The fun is in the heav'n, and the proud day
• Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds
To give me audience. If the midnight bell
• Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound on into the drowfie race of night;
If this fame were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffeffed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that furly fpirit, melancholy,

Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that Ideot, laughter, keep mens eyes,
And ftrain their cheeks to idle merriment;
(A paffion hateful to my purposes)

Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes, ⚫ Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,

• Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words;

. Then,

b. tune.

Then, in defpight of e broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts:
But ah, I will not- -yet I love thee well,

And by my troth I think thou lov❜st me well.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Tho that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heav'n I'd do.

K. John. Do not I know thou would'st?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very ferpent in my way,

And wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lyes before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him fo,

That he shall not offend your Majesty.
K. John, Death.

Hub. My lord?

K. John. A Grave.

Hub. He fhall not live.

K. John. Enough.

I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee
Well, I'll not fay what I intend for thee:

Remember:

Madam, fare you well.

[Returning to the Queen.

I'll fend thofe pow'rs o'er to your Majefty.
Eli. My bleffing go with thee.

K. John. For England, coufin, go.
Hubert fhall be your man t'attend on you
With all true duty; on toward Calais ho.

SCENE V.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendants.

K. Phil. O by a roaring tempeft on the flood,

K. Phil. A whole armado of collected fail

Is fcatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.

Pand.