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well : Now hear our English king ; For thus his royalty doth speak in me. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should : This apish and unmannerly approach, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, This unhair'd sauciness,' and boyish troops, The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, From out the circle of his territories. That hand, which had the strength, even 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 stable planks ; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ; To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons ; and to thrill, and shake, Even at the crying of your nations' crow ', Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ; Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, That in

gave you chastisement ? No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; And like an eagle o'er his aiery' towers, To souse annoyance that comes near his nest. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Of your dear mother England, blush for shame : For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums ; Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, Their neelds; to lances, and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination. Lew. There end thy brave“, and turn thy face in


peace; We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee well ;

9 Leap over the hatch. 1 The crowing of a cock. 2 Nest. 3 Needles.

4 Boast.

We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a brabbler.

Give me leave to speak.
Bast. No, I will speak.

We will attend to neither:
Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Plead for our interest, and our being here.
Bast. Indeed, your drums being beaten, will cry

out; And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; Sound but another, and another shall, As loud as thine, rattle the welkin'ss ear, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder ; for at hand (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger

out. Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.



A Field of Battle.

Alarums. Enter King John and HUBERT. K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell

me, Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty?

5 Sky.


K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so

long, Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon

bridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And send him word by me, which way you go. K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the

abbey there. Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now : The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news. Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Exeunt.


Another Part of the same.

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,

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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,

Wounded to death.
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;
For, if the French be lords of this loud day,

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
Resolved 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,

6 A proverb intimating treachery: 7 Lewis.
8 In allusion to the images made by witches.

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 concience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
From forth the noise and rumour of the field;
Where I


hink the remnant of my thoughts In peace, and part this body and


soul With contemplation and devout desires.

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 this our flight; And, like a bated and retired food, 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 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


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