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My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.

Šal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocence. Away with me all you, whose fouls abhor Th’ uncleanly favour of a Naughter-house, For I am stifted with the smell of sin.

Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there. Pemb. There, tell the King, he may enquire us out.

[Exeunt Lords.

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Faulc. Here's a good world. Knew you of this fair

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death
Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.

Faul. Ha! I'll tell thee what, Thou’rt damn'd so black nay, nothing is so black ; Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer. There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.

Hub. Upon my foul

Faulc. If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread,
That ever 1pider twisted from her womb,
Will strangle thee ; a rush will be a beam
To hang thee on: or woulust thou drown thyself,
Put but a little water in a spojn,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Enough to itifle such a villain up.
I do fufpect thee very grievously.

Hub. If I in act, content, or fin of thought,
De guilty of the stealing that sweet breath,
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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 lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
How easy dost thou take all England up!
From forth this morsel 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 interest of proud-swelling State.
Now for the bare-pickt bone of Majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry ereft;
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
Now Pow'rs from home and discontents at home
Meer in one line : and vast confusion waits
(As doth a Raven on a sick, fall’n beast)
The imminent Decay of wrested Pomp.
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempeft. Bear away that child,
And follow me with speed ; I'll to the King;
A thousand businesses are brief at hand,
And heav'n itself doch frown upon the Land. (Exeunt:

3 The imminent decay of wrested pomp.) Wrefted pomp is greatnefi obtained 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.
Pand. Take again
From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your sovereign Greatness and Authority.
K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the

And from his Holiness use all your power
To stop their Marches, 'fore we are inflam'd.
Our discontented Counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience;
Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
To stranger blood, to foreign Royalty ;
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Rests by you only to be qualify’d.
Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick,
That present medicine must be ministred,
Or Overthrow incurable insues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope :
But since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall huth again this storm of war ;
And make fair weather in your blust'ring Land,
On this Ascension-Day, remember well,
Upon your oath of service to the Pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit.

K. John. Is this Ascension-day? did not the Prophet Say, that before Ascension-day at noon

My Crown I should give off? even so I have :
I did suppose, it should be on constraint :
But, heav'n be thank’d, it is but voluntary,

Enter Faulconbridge.
Faulc. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out
But Dover-Castle: London hath receiv'd,
Like a kind host, 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?

Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the streets, An empty casket, 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.

Faulc. So on my soul he did, for aught he knew : But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? Be great in act, as you have been in thought: Let not the world fee fear and fad diftrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye: Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow Of bragging horror ; so shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviours from the Great, Grow great by your example ; and put on The dauntlets spirit of resolution. Away, and glister like the God of war, When he intendeth to become the field ; Shew boldness and aspiring confidence. What, shall they seek the Lion in his den, And fright him there? and make him tremble there? Oh, let it not be said! Forage, and run *

Forage, and run] To foragé is here used in its original senfe, for lo tange abroad.


To meet displeasure farther from the doors;
And grapple with him, ere he come so 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 dismiss the Powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Faulc. Oh inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our Land,
Send fair play-orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd, filken, Wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
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 saw, we had a purpose of defence.

K. John. Have thou the ord’ring of this present time.

Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our Party may well meet a prouder foe, [Exeunt.

5 Mocking the air with colours ] Our party may well meet a He has the same image in Mac- prouder foe.] Let us ben beth.

courage ; yet

I so well Where the Norwegian colours know the faintness of our party, flout the sky,

that I think it may easily happen And fan our people cold. that they fall encounter enemies

Away then, with good cou- who have more Spirit than them. rage! yet, I know, felves.

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