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The youth says
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.
We hold our time too precious to be spent
Give me leave to speak.
We will attend to neither:
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?
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
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers.
Wounded to death.
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,
6 A proverb intimating treachery: 7 Lewis.
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
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