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Like a kind hoft, the Dauphin and his powers.
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service 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 caft into the ftreets,

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 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 distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface 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 dauntless spirit 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 seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be faid! Forage, and run
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 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,
Infinuation, parley, and base truçe,
To arms invafive? fhall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd, filken wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his fpirit in a warlike foil,

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Mocking the air with colours idly spread,

And find no check? Let us, my Leige, to arms :
Perchance the Cardinel 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 present time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet I know Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Changes to the Dauphin's camp.

Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke.
Bigot, and foldiers.

Lewis. My Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And keep it fafe for our remembrance :
Return the prefident to these Lords again,
That having our fair order written down,
Both they and we, perufing o'er these notes,
May know wherefore we took the facrament,
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.

Sal. Upon our fides it never fhall be broken,
And, Noble Dauphin, albeit we fwear
A voluntary zeal and unurge'd faith
To your proceedings; yet believe me, Prince,
I am not glad that fuch a fore of time

Should feek a plaister by contemn'd revolt;
And heal th' inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many. Oh, it grieves my foul,
That I muft draw this metal from my fide
To be a widow-maker: oh, and there,
Where honourable refcue and defence
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury.
But fuch is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and phyfic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice, and confufed wrong.
And is't not pity, oh, my grieved friends!
That we the fons and children of this ifle,
Were born to fee fo fad an hour as this,
Wherein we step after a ftranger-march
Upon her gentle bofom, and fill up

Her enemies ranks? (I must withdraw and weep

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Upon the fpot of this enforced caufe);
Το grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?

What, here? O nation, that thou could'st remove! That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyfelf,

And grapple thee into a Pagan fhore!

Where these two Chriflian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it fo unneighbourly.

Lewis. A noble temper doft thou fhew in this;
And great affection, wrestling in thy bosom,
Doth make an earthquake of nobility.
Oh, what a noble combat haft thou fought,
Between compulfion, and a brave refpect!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That filverly doth progrefs on thy cheeks.
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;

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"But this effufion of fuch manly drops,

"This fhow'r blown up by tempeft of the foul,
"Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd,
"Than had I feen the vaulted top of heav'n

Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors."
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this ftorm.
"Commend thefe waters to those baby-eyes,

That never faw the giant world enrage'd; "Nor met with fortune other than at feafts, "Full warm of blood, of mirth, of goffipping." Come, come; for thou fhalt thrust thy hand as deep Into the purfe of rich profperity,

As Lewis himself; fo, Nobles, fhall you all,
That knit your finews to the ftrength of mine.

SCENE III. Enter Pandulph.

And even there methinks an angel speeds;
Look where the holy Legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,
And on our actions fet the name of right
With holy breath

Pand. Hail, Noble Prince of France !
VOL. III.

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The next is this. King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome; his fpirit is come in,
That fo ftood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and fee of Rome.
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
And tame the favage fpirit of wild War;
That, like a lion fofter'd up at hand,

It may lie gently at the foot of Peace;
And be no further harmful than in fhew.

Lewis. Your Grace fhall pardon me, I will not back. I am too high-born to be propertied,

To be a fecondary at controul;

Or ufeful ferving-man, and inftrument,

To any fov'reign flate throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of war,
Between this chaftis'd kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that fhould feed this fire.
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out,
With that fame weak wind which inkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with int'reft to this land;
Yea, thrust this enterprife into my heart.
And come ye now to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

After young Arthur, claim this land for mine.
And now it is half-conquer'd, muft I back,

Because that John hath made his peace with Rome ?
Am I Rome's flave? what penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition fent,

To underprop this action? Is't not I
That undergo this charge? who elfe but I,
And fuch as to my claim are liable,

Sweat in this bufinefs, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard thefe iflanders fhout out,
Vive le Roy! as I have bank'd their towns ?
Have I not here the beft cards for the game,
To win this eafy match, play'd for a crown?
And fhall I now give o'er the yielded fet?
No, on my foul, it never fhall be faid.

Pand. You look but on the outfide of this work.
Lewis. Outfide or infide, I will not return,

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Till my attempt so much be glorified,
As to my ample hope was promised,
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And call'd thefe fiery fpirits from the world,
To outlook conqueft, and to win renown
Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death.

[Trumpet founds. What fufty trumpet thus doth fummon us?

SCENE IV. Enter Faulconbridge.
Faule. According to the fair play of the world,
Let me have audience. I am fent to fpeak,
My holy Lord of Milain, from the King.
I come to learn how you have dealt for him
And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

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Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-oppofite,
And will not temporize with my intreaties.
He flatly fays he'll not lay down his arms.

Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
The youth fays well. Now hear our English King;
For this his Royalty doth speak in me.

He is prepar'd; and reason too he should.
This apifh and unmannerly approach,

This harness'd mask, and unadvised revel,

This unhaird faucinefs and boyish troops,

The King doth fmile at ; and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, thefe pigmy-arms,

From out the circle of his territories.

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That hand which had the ftrength, ev'n at your door,
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter of your ftable-planks?
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chefts and trunks
To herd with fwine; to feek fweet safety out,
In vaults and prifons; and to thrill, and shake,
Ev'n at the crying of our nation's crow,
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman:
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement ?
No; know, the gallant monarch is in arms;
And, like an eagle o'er his aiery, tow'rs,

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