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K. Phil. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall
from thee. Conft. O fair return of banishid Majesty: Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy ! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within
this hour. Faulc. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald fexton
Is it, as he will ? well then, France shall rue.
Blanch. The sun's o'ercalt 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 asunder, and dismember 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 wish thy wishes thrive.
Whoever wins, on that fide shall I lofe ;
Allured loss, beíore the match be play’d.
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my
life dies. K. John. Coufin, go draw our puissance together.
[Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dear'st-valu'd blood of France. K.Phil. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt
turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire. Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than he that threats. let's hie.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to a field of battle. Alarms, excursions. Enter Faulconbridge, with Au
Itria's head. Faulc. Now, by my life, this day grows wond'rous Some fiery devil hovers in the sky,
[hot; And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there.--
Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd liis vow,
And offer'd Auftria's blood for facrifice
Unto his father's ever-living foul.
Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard,
My mother is affailed in our tent,
[make up: And ta’en, I fear.
Faulc. My Lord, I rescu'd her.
Her Highness is in safety, fear you not.
But on, my Liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt.
Alarms, excursions, retreat. Re-enter King John, Eli-
nor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords.
K. John. So shall it be; your Grace shall stay behind
[To Elinor. So strongly guarded. Cousin, look not fad,
Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.
Arth. O ! this will make my mother die with grief.
K. John. Cousin, away for England; haste before,
And ere our coming see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; their imprison d angels
Ct thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace
Mu? by the hungry war be fed upon.
Use our commission in its utmost force.
Faulc. Bell, book, and candle, shall not, drive me
When gold and silver beck me to come on. [back,
I leave your Highness. Grandam, I will pray
(If ever I remember to be holy)
For your fair fafety ; so I kiss your hand. .
Eli. Farewel, my gentle coulin.
K. John. Coz, farewel.
[Exit, Faulc. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman ;-hark, a word.
[Taking him to one side of the stage.
K. John. [to Hubert on the other side.]
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of fleih
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 bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I'm almost asham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.
K. John. Good friend, thou hast no caufe to say so
But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
· I had a thing to say, but let it
· The sun 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 one unto the drowsy race of night;
• If this fame were a church-yard where we stand,
· And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
• Or if that surly fpirit Melancholy
· Had bak'd my blood, and made it heavy-thick,
• Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
• Making that ideot Laughter keep mens' eyes,
• And stain their cheeks to idle merriment,
• (A paflion haceful to my purposes) ;
• Or if that thou couldīt see me without
• Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
• Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
" Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
• Then, in despight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
• I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts..
• But ah, I will not.' Yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think thou lov'ft 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't.
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'r this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.
Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your Majesty.
K. John. Death.
Hub. My Lord ?
K. John. A grave.
Hub. He shall not live.
K. John. Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
[Returning to the Queen, I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty.
Eli. My blessing go with thee !
K. John. For England, cousin, go. Hubert shall be your man, t'attend on you With all true duty; on toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. Changes to the French court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and attendants.
K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
A whole armado * of collected fail
Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship.
Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well.
K. Phil. What can go well when we have run soill ? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft ? Arthur ta'en pris'ner? divers dear friends lain? And bloody England into England gone, O'er-bearing interruption, spite of France ?
Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd : So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Such temp'rate order in fo fierce a course, Doth want example; who hath read or heard Of any
kindred action like to this ?
* This play was first represented a winter or two after the Spanish invasion in 1588. And it abounds with touches relative to the then Posture of a fairs.
K. Phil. Well could I bear that England had this
praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Look, who comes here? a grave unto a soul,
Holding th' eternal spirit ’gainst her will
In the vile prison of afflicted breath,
I pr’ythee, Lady, go away with me.
Cón. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace.
K. Phil. Patience, good Lady; comfort, gentle Con-
Const. No, I defy all counsel and redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, Death ; oh amiable, lovely Death!
Thou odoriferous stench, found rottenness,
Arife forth from thy couch of lafting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy houfhold-worms;
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
And be a carrion monster like thyself;
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou fmilst,
And kiss thee as thy wife ; mifery's love,
O come to me!
K.Phil. O fair affliction, peace.
Conjt. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry; O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion I would shake the world, And rouse froin fleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And fcorns a modern invocation.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow,
Const. Thou art not holy to bely ine fo;
I am not mad ; this hair I tear is mine ;
My name is Constance, I was Geffrey's wife :
Young Arthur is my son, and he is loft!
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were !
For then 'uis like I thould forget myself.