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Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Bast.
Keep the peace, I say. And follow me with speed; I'll to the king : Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. || A thousand businesses are brief in band,
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury : || And hearen itself doth frown upon the land. If thou bus frown on me, or stir thy foot,
(Exeunt. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead." Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
ACT V. That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Big What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? | SCENE 1.--The same. A room in the palace. Second a villain, and a murderer?
Enter King John, Pandulph with the crown, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
and attendants. Big.
Wbo kill'd this prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well : K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand I bonour'd him, I lov'd him ; and will weep The circle of my glory. My dale of life out, for his sweet life's loss.
Take again Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
(Giving John the crown. For villany is not without such rheum,?
From this my hand, as holding of the pope, And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Your sovereign greatness and authority Like rivers of remorse? and innocency:
K. John. Now keep your holy word : go meet Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor
the French ; The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house,
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd.
(Exeunt Lords. Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
This inundation of mistemper'd humour Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Rests by you only to be qualified. of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
That present medicine must be minister'd, Hub.
Do but hear me, sir. Or overthrow incurable ensues. Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
Pand. It was my breath that blew this temThou art damn'd as black--nay, nothing is so pest up, black;
of the pope : Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: But, since you are a gentle convertite, 6 There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. And make fair weather in your blustering land. Hub. Upon my soul,
On this Ascension-day, remember well, Bast.
If thou didst but consentUpon your oath of service to the pope, To this most cruel act, do but despair,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
(Erit That ever spider twisted from her womb
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be
prophet A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, thyself,
My crown I should
give off? Even so l' have : Put but a little water in a spoon,
suppose, it should be on constraint; And it shall be as all the ocean,
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary: Enough to stifle such a villain up.
Enter the Bastard. I do suspect thee very grievously.
Hub. 'If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Bast. All Kent hath yielded ; nothing there Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
K. John. Would not my lords return to me From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
again, The life, the right, and truth of all this realm After they heard young Arthur was alive? Is Aled to heaven ; and England now is left
Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth
streets; The unowed* interest of proud-swelling state. An empty casket, where the jewel of life Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away: Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
live. Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knet. Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,) Be great in act, as you have been in thought; (1) Moistue. (2) Pits. (3) Confounded (4) Unowned.
(5) Girdle. (6) Conrert.
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here?-0 nation, that thou could'st remove!
And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Away; and glister like the god of war,
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this ; When he intendeth to become the field:
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
But this effusion of such manly drops,
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Bast.
O, inglorious league ! Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. Shall we, upon the footing of our land, Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, And with a great heart heave away this storm : Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
Commend these waters to those baby eyes, To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, That never saw the giant world enrag'd; A cocker'd2 silken wanton, brave our fields, Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. Mocking the air with colours idly spread, Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep And find no check ? Let us, my liege, to arms: Into the purse of rich prosperity, Perchance, the cardinal cannoi make your peace ; || As Lewis himself:-80, nobles, shall you all, Or if he do, let it at least be said,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. They saw we had a purpose of defence. K. John. Have you the ordering of this present
Enter Pandulph, attended. time.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake :
on our actions set the name of right, Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pem.
Hail, noble prince of France ! broke, Bigot, and soldiers.
The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, And keep it safe for our remembrance :
That so stood out against the buy church, Return the precedent to these lords again; The great metropolis and see of Rome : That, having our fair order written down, Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, And tame the savage spirit of wild war; May know wherefore we took the sacrament, That, like a lion fosterd up at hand, And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Sal Upon our sides it never shall be broken. And be no further harmful than in show, And, noble dauphin, albeit we swear
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back; A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
I am too high-born to be propertied, 5
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown ont Where honourable rescue, and defence,
With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:
You taught me how to know the face of right, But such is the infection of the time,
Acquainted me with interest to this land, That, for the health and physic of our right, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; We cannot deal but with the very hand
And come you now to tell me, John hath made Of stern injustice and confused wrong: His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! 1, by the honour of my marriage-bed, That we, the sons and children of this isle, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; Were born to see so sad an hour as this;
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Wherein we step after a stranger march Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, Her enemies' ranks (I must withdraw and weep What men provided, what munition sent, Upon the spot of this enforced cause,)
To underprop this action ? is't not I, To grace the gentry of a land remote,
That undergo this charge? who else but I, 1) Forces. (2) Fondled. (3) Embraceth.
(4) Love of country. (5) Appropriated.
And such as to my claim are liable,
Plead for our interest, and our being here. Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
cry out; Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start Have I not here the best cards for the game, An echo with the clamour of thy drum, To win this easy match play'd for a crown? And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Sound but another, and another shall, Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand Till my attempt so much be glorified
(Not trusting to this halting legate here, As to my ample hope was promised
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Before I drew this gallant head of war,
Is warlike John ; and in his forehead sits And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day To outlookl conquest, and to win renown To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Even in the jaws of danger and of death. Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.
[Trumpet sounds. Bast. And thou shalt find it, dauphin, do not What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
(Exeunt. Enter the Bastard, attended.
SCENE INI.-The same.
A field of battle. Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. Let me have audience; I am sent to speak
K. John. How goes the day with us ? O, tell My holy lord of Milan, from the king
me, Hubert. I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty? And as you answer, I do know the scope
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so And warrant limited unto my tongue.
long, Pand. The dauphin is too wilful-opposite, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! And will not temporize with my entreaties ;
Enter a Messenger. He Aatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulconBast. By' all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
bridge, The youth says well :-Now hear our English king : | Desires your majesty to leave the field; For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
And send him word by me, which way you go. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should :
K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the This apish and unmannerly approach,
abbey there. This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel,
Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,
That was expected by the dauphin here, The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
This news was brought to Richard but even now : From out the circle of his territories. That hand, which had the strength, even at your
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, door,
And will not let me welcome this good news.To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;2
Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; To dive, like buckets, in concealedwells;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. (Exe. To crouch in litter of your stable planks; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ; || SCENE IV.–The same. Another part of the To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, others. Even at the crying of your nation's crow, 4
Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;
Pem. Up once again ; put spirit in the French; Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
If they miscarry, we miscarry too. That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
the field. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. OF
your dear mother England, blush for shame: Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Pem. It is the count Melun. Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Wounded to death. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;9 To fierce and bloody inclination.
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; We grant, thou canst outscold us · fare thee well ; || For, if the French be lords of this loud day, We hold our time too precious to be spent Helo means to recompense the pains you take, With such a brabbler.
By cutting off your heads : Thus bath he sworn, Pand.
Give me leave to speak. And I with him, and many more with me, Bast. No, I will speak.
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Lew.
We will attend to neither :-|Even on that altar, where we swore to you Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Dear amity and everlasting love.
(1) Face down. (2) Leap over the batch. (5) Nest. (6) Needles. (7) Boast. (8) Sky's. (3) Covereri. (4) The crowing of a cock. (9) A proverb intimating treachery. (10) Lewis.
Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Lexo. Well; keep good quarter, and good care Retaining but a quantity of life ;
to-night; Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax The day shall not be up so soon as I, Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire ?! To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Exeunt. What in the world should
inake me now deceive, SCENE VI.-An open place in the neighbour, Since I must lose the use of all deceit? Why should I then be false; since it is true,
hood of Swinstead abbey. Enter the Bastard
and Hubert, meeting. That I must die here, and live hence by truth? I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
or I shoot Behold another day break in the east :
Bast. A friend :- What art thou ? But even this night,—whose black contagious breath Hub.
Of the part of England. Already smokes about the burning crest
Bast. Whither dost thou go? Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I deEven this ill night, your breathing shall expire ;
mand Paying the fine of rated treachery,
of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Bast. Hubert, I think. If Lewis, by your assistance, win the day.
Thou hast a perfect thought : Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; I will, upon all hazards, well believe The love of him,--and this respect besides, Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well: For that my grandsire was an Englishman,
Who art thou ? Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if you please, In lieu? whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think, From forth the noise and rumour of the field; I come one way of the Plantagenets. Where I inay think the remnant of my thoughts Hub. Uokind remembrance! thou, and eyeless In peace, and part this body and my soul
night, With contemplation and devout desires. Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon me,
Sal. Wedo believe thee,- And beshrew3 my soul, | That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, But I do love the favour and the form
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. of this most fair occasion, by the which
Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what We will untread the steps of damned flight;
news abroad? And, like a bated and retired flood,
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
night, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, || To find you out. And calmly run on in obedience,
Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news!
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; Right in thine eye.- Away, my friends! New I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. flight;
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : And happy newness, that intends old right. I left him almost speechless, and broke out
(Ereunt, leading off Melun. To acquaint you with this evil; that you might SCENE V.- The same. The French camp. | Than if you had at leisure known of this
. The better arin you to the sudden time, Enter Lewis and his train.
Bast. How did he take it? wbo did taste to him? Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath
Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, to set;
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king But stay'd, and made the western welking blush,
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. When the English measur'd backward their own Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty! ground,
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all In faint retire: O, bravely came we off,
come back, When with a volley of our needless sbot,
And brought prince Henry in their company; After such bloody toil, we bid good night ; And wound our fatter'd colours clearly up,
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty. Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, Enter a Messenger.
And tempt us not to bear above our power!Mess. Where is my prince, the dauphin?
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, Leio,
Here :- What news? Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, Mess. The count Melun is slain ; the English These Lincoln washes have devoured them; lords,
Mysell, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. By his persuasion, are again fallen off :
Away, before! conduct me to the king; And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, doubt he will be dead, or ere I come. (Exeunt. Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news Beshrew thy very
SCENE VII.—The orchard of Swinstead abbey.
Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. heart! I did not think to be so sad to-night,
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood As this bath made me. -Who was he, that said,
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain King John did fly, an hour or two before
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling. The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, (1) In allusion to the images made by witches. (3) Il betide.
(4) Immediate. (7) In your posts or stations. (5) Innovation. (6) Skr.
(8) Without (9) Forres.
Foretel the ending of mortality.
As I upon advantage did remore,
Were in the washes all unwarily,
Devoured by the unexpected flood. Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds
(The king dies. belief,
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality
My liege! my lord !-But now a king,-now thus. Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
°P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard || What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, here.
When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doth he still rage?
(Erit Bigot. Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, Pem. He is more patient
To do the office for thee of revenge ; Than when you left him; even now he sung. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, P. Hen. Ó vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes,
As it on earth hath been thy servant still. In their continuance, will not feel themselves.
Now, now, you stars, that move in your right Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,
spheres, Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Where be your powers ? Show now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds faiths; With many legions of strange fantasies; And instantly return with me again, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Out of the weak door of our fainting land: should sing:
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, The dauphin rages at our very heels. Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death ; Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we : And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Who half an hour since came from the dauphin ; Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born | And brings from him such offers of our peace, To set a form upon that indigest
As we with honour and respect may take, Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. With purpose presently to leave this war. Re-enter Bigot and attendants, who bring in King
Bast. He will the rather do it, wben he sees John in a chair.
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath despatch'd It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
To the disposing of the cardinal : That all my bowels crumble up to dust :
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To cónsummate this business happily.
Bast. Let it be so :—And you, my noble prince, P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
With other princes that may best be spar'd, K. John. Poison'd-ill fare ;-dead, forsook, |Shall wait upon your father's funeral. cast off :
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; And none of you will bid the winter come,
For so he will'd it.
Bast. To thrust bis icy fingers in my maw;
Thither shall it then. Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
And happily may your sweet self put on
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in
To rest without a spot for evermore.
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you That might relieve you!
thanks, K. John.
The salt in them is hot. And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Within me is a hell; and there the poison
Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful wo, Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
Since it bath been beforehand with our griefs.-On unreprievable condemned blood.
This England never did (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself. Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, | Now these her princes are come home again, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. Come the three corners of the world in arms,
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: || And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd;
rue, And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail,||If England to itself do rest but true. Exeunt. Are turned to one thread, one little hair: My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered; And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod,
The tragedy of King John, though not written And module of confounded royalty.
with the utmost power of Shakspeare, is varied with Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; a very pleasing interchange of incidents and charWhere, heaven he knows, how we shall answerhim: acters
. The lady's grief is very affecting ; and the For, in a night, the best part of my power, character of the Bastard contains that mixture of
greatness and levity, which this author delighted to (1) Narrow, avaricious. (2) Model exhibit.