Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Others.

Sal. I did not think the king so stor❜d with friends. Pem. 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.

Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left the field.

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.
Pem. It is the count Melun.

Sal.

Wounded to death.

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,

And welcome home again discarded faith.

Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;

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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 hideous death within my view,
Retaining but a quantity of life;

Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax

He means -] The Frenchman, i. e. Lewis, means, &c.

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',

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.

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Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form

Of this most fair occasion, by the which

We will untread the steps of damned flight;
And, like a bated and retired flood,

Resolveth, &c.] This is said in allusion to the images made by witches. Holinshed observes, that it was alleged against dame Eleanor Cobham and her confederates, "that they had devised an image of war, representing the king, which, by their sorcerie, by little and little consumed, intending thereby, in conclusion, to waste and destroy the king's person."

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rated treachery,] i. e. The Dauphin has rated your treachery, and set upon it a fine, which your lives must pay.

Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd,
And calmly run on in obedience,

Even to our ocean, to our great king John.

My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;

For I do see the cruel pangs of death

Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New flight; And happy newness, that intends old right.

[Exeunt, leading off MELUN.

The same.

SCENE V..

The French Camp.

Enter LEWIS, and his Train.

Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath to set;
But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush,
When the English measur'd backward their own ground,
In faint retire: O, bravely came we off,

When with a volley of our needless shot,
After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
And wound our tatter'd + colours clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin?

Lew.

Here:-What news?

Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English lords,

By his persuasion, are again fall'n off:

And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,

Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.

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Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very heart!

happy newness, &c.] Happy innovation, that purposed the restoration of the ancient rightful government.

+"tattering"- Malone.

I did not think to be so sad to-night,

As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said,
King John did fly, an hour or two before

The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.

Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to

night;

The day shall not be up so soon as I,

To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.

SCENE VI.

[Exeunt.

An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Swinstead

Abbey.

Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting.

Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I

shoot.

Bast. A friend :-What art thou?

Hub.

Bast. Whither dost thou go?

Of the part of England.

Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand

Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?

Bast. Hubert, I think.

Hub.

Thou hast a perfect thought:

I will, upon all hazards, well believe

Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well:

Who art thou?

Bast.

Who thou wilt: an if thou please,

Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think

I come one way of the Plantagenets.

Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyeless night, Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon me,

That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,

Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.

Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news

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abroad?

keep good quarter,] i. e. keep in your allotted posts.

Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night,

To find you out.

Bast.
Brief, then; and what's the news?
Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news;
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk':
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil; that you might
The better arm you to the sudden time,

Than if you had at leisure known of this.

Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him?
Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out the king
Yet speaks, and peradventure, may recover.

Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought prince Henry in their company;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty.

Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
And tempt us not to bear above our power!-
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd.
Away, before! conduct me to the king;
I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come.

[Exeunt.

Not one of the

The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:] historians who wrote within sixty years after the death of king John mentions this very improbable story. The tale is, that a monk, to revenge himself on the king for a saying at which he took offence, poisoned a cup of ale, and having brought it to his majesty, drank some of it himself, to induce the king to taste it, and soon afterwards expired. Thomas Wykes is the first, who relates it in his Chronicle as a report, but a more particular account may be seen in Fox's " Acts and Monuments," vol. i. According to the best accounts, John died at Newark, of a fever.