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The better act of purposes mistook
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there Is, to mistake again ; though indirect,
my life dies. Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
K. John. Cousin, go drar our puissance And false bood falsehood cures; as fire cools
(Erit BASTARD. fire,
France, I am burn'd up with infiaming wrath ; Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. A rage, whose heat hath this condition, It is religion, that doth make vows kept ; Than nothing can allay, nothing but blood, But thou hast sworn against religion ;
The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. By what thou swear’st, against the thing thou K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and swear'st;
thou shalt turn And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire : Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. To swear, swear only not to be forsworn;
K. John. No inore than he that threats.-To Else, what a inockery should it be to swear?
arms lets hie!
(Exeunt, But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost SCENE II.-The same.- Plains near swear.
Alarums, Ercursions.- Enter the BASTARD,
with AUSTRIA's head. And better conquest liever cau'st thou make, Than arm thy constant and tby nobler parts Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wonAgainst those giddy loose suggestiolis :
Enter King JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT. Bust. Will't not be ?
K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, Will not a call's-skin stop that mouth of thine ?
make up: Lew. Father, tu arms !
My mother is assailed in our tent, Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
And ta'en, I fear. Against the blood that thou hast married ?
Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her; Wbat, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'a Her highness is in salety, fear you not : men
But on, my liege : for very little pains Sball braying trumpets, and lond churlish Will bring this labour to a happy end. drupis,
(Ereunt. Clamours of bell,-be measures * to our pomp ? 0 busband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new
SCENE III.-The same. Is husband in my mouth !-even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pro- Alarums ; Excursions ; Retreat. Enter King nounce,
JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, Ho. Upon my knee i beg, go not to arms
BERT, and Lords. Against mine uncle.
K. John. So shall it be ; your grace shall Const. O upon my knee,
(70 ELINOR. Made bard with kneeling, i do pray to thee, So strongly guarded.--Cousin, look not sad: Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
(TO ARTHUR Fore-thought by heaven.
Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; What mo. As dear be to thee as thy father was.
Arth. O this will make my mother die with Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
grief. Const. That which upholdeth him that thee K. Join. Cousin, (To the BASTARD) away for upholds,
England ; baste before : His honour: 0 thine honour, Lewis, thiue And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags honour !
of hoarding abbots ; angels * iinprisoned Lew. I muse your majesty doth seem 80 Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace cold,
Must by the bungry now be fed upon : When such profound respects do pull yon 01. Use our commission in his utinost force.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his bead. Bust. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive K. Phi. Thou shall not need :— England, PRI
When gold and silver becks me lo come on.
Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin. Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald K. John. Coz, farewell. [Erit BASTARD, sexton time.
Eli. Come litter, little kiusman; hark, a Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.
word. She takes ARTAU'R aside. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair K. John. Come hither, Hubert. o my gentle day, adieu !
We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, detaly cherished.
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asbam'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 cause to lies.
Sety so yet:
• Music for dancing.
• Gold coin.
Bat thou shalt bave; and creep time ne'er so K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had
Const. Lo, now ! now see the issue of your
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle And tbon possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Constance! Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness!
And I will kiss thy détestabie bones ;
And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
cry :By beaven, I'd do't.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Which scorns a modern • invocation.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not And, whersoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
sorrow. He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so ; Thou art his keeper.
I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine ; Rub. And I will keep him so,
My name is Constance ; I was Geffrey's wife; That he sball not offend your majesty.
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost : K. John. Death.
I am not mad ;-1 would to heaven I were ! Hub. My lord ?
For tben, 'tis like I should forget myselí : K. John. A grave.
Oh! if I could, what grief should I forget ! Hub. He shall not live.
Preach some pbilosophy to make me mad,
Aud thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
If I were mad, I should forget my son ; K. John. For England, cousin :
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he : Hubert shall be your man, attend on you I am not mad ; too well, too well I feel With all true duty.--On toward Calais, bo! The different plague of each calamity.
(Exeunt. K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : O what love
Where but by chatice a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Do glew themselves in sociable griet; Attendants.
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
Const. To England, if you will.
K. Phi. Bind up your hairs. A whole armado of convicted sail
Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.
do it? Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, well.
O that these hands could so redeem my son, K. Phi. What can go well, when we bave run As they have given these hairs their liberty! so ill ?
But now I envy at their liberty, Are we not besten ? Is not Angiers lost?
And will again commit them to their bonds, Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends Because my poor child is a prisoner.
slain And bloody England into England gone,
And, father cardinal, i bave heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ?
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek, • Shory ornaments. + Conception.
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts As dim and meagre as an ague's fit ;
of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ; And so be'll die; and, rising so again,
Tbat none so small advantage shall step forth, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven To check his reign, but they will cherish it: I shall not know him : therefore never, never No natural exhalation in the sky, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
No scape of nature, nu distemper'd day, Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of No common wind, no customed event, grief.
But they will pluck away his natural cause, Const. He talks to me that never had a son. And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your Abortives, présages and tongues of beaven, child.
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. Const. Grief fills the room of my absent Lew. May be, he will not touch young Ar. child,
thur's life, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; But hold himself safe in bis prisonment. Pats on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Pand. 0 Sir, when he sball bear of your ap. Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
proach, Stuffs ont his vacant garments with his form : If that young Arthur be not gone already, Then, have I reason to be foud of grief. Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts Fare you well; had you such a loss as I, of all his people shall revolt from him, I could give better comfort than you do.- And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; I will not keep this form upon my head,
And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath, [Tearing off her Head-dress. Out of the bloody fingers' ends of Joby. When there is such disorder in my wit.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ; O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! And oh! what better matter breeds for you, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! Than I have uam'd !-The bastard Faulcon. My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure !
(Erit. Is now in England, ransacking the church, K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow offending charity : Jf but a dozen French her.
(Erit. Were there in arms, they would be as a call Lew. There's nothing in the world can make to train ten thousand English to their side ; me joy :
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ;
Go with me to the king : 'Tis wonderful, And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's What may be wrougbt out of their discontent : taste,
Now that their souls are topfull of offence, That it yields naught, but shame and bitter. For England go ; I will wbet on the king.
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Let us go ;
[Exeunt On their departure most of all show evil : What have you lost by losing of this day?
Leu. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
SCENE I.-Northampton.-A Room in the She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
Castle. 'Tis strange, to think how much King Jobu hath lost
Enter HUBERT and two ATTENDANTS. In this which he accounts so clearly won :
Hub. Heat me these irons hot : and look thou Are not you griev'd, that Authur is his pri
Within the arras : * when I strike my foot Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. Upou the bosom of the ground, rush forth : Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your And bind the boy, which you shall and with blood.
me, Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spiri' ; Fast to the chair : be heedful : bence, and For even the breath of what I mean to speak
watcb. Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, 1 Attend. I hope your warrant will bear out Out of the path which shall directly lead
the deed. Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not yon : look mark.
to't. John hath seiz'd Arthur ; and it cannot be,
[Ereunt ATTENDANTS. That, wbiles warm life plays in that infant's Young lad, coine forth; I bave to say with veins,
you. The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
Anth. Good morrow,
Hubert. Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd : Hub. Good morrow, little prince. And he, that stands upon a slippery place, Arth. As little prince (baving so great a Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up :
title That John may stand, then Arthur needs must to be more prince,) as may be. You are sad,
Hub. Indeed, I bave been merrier. So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Arth. Mercy on me! Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Methinks no body should be sad but I : fall ?
Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, wife,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. I should be as merry as the day is long; Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this And so I would be here, but that I doubt old world!
My uncle practises more harm to me:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son 1
No, indeed, is't not ; And I would to heaven, Hlub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with I were your son, so you would love me, Hu
1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
(Eseunt ATTENDANTS. He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend ; Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :
(Aside. Let him come back, that his compassion may Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale Give life to yours. tv-day :
Ub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. lu sooth, I would you were a little sick ;
Arth. Is there no remedy?
Arth. O heaven !--that there were but a mote llub. His words do take possession of my bo
in your's, som.
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a waud'ring hair, Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] Any annoyance in that precious sense!
How now, foolish rheum ! (Aside. Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous Turning dispiteous torture out of door !
there, I must be brief ; lest resolution drop
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.- Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, bold your Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ!
tongue. Arth. Tou fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of Must you with hot irons burn out both mine
tongues eyes ?
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes : Hub. Young boy, I must.
Let me mot hold my tongue; let me not, Hu. Arth. And will you ?
bert! Huh. And I will.
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Arth. Have you the heart? When your head So I may keep mine eyes; O spare inine eyes; did but ake,
Though to no use, still to look ou you ! I knit my bandkerchief about your brows, Lo, by my truth, the instruinent is cold, (The best i bad, a princess wrought it me,) And would not barn me And I did never ask it you again :
Hub. I can heat it, boy. And with my band at midnight held your head ; Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,
with grief Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; (Being create for comfort) to be us'd Saying, Wliat lack you ? and, where lies your in undeserv'd extremes : * See else yourself ; grief?
There is no malice in this burning coal ; Or, What good love may I perform for you? The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head, Aud ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. But you at your sick service had a prince.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it Nay, you may think my love was crafty love
blush, And call it cunning : Do, an it you will : And glow with shame of your proceedings, HuIf beaven be pleas'd that you minst use me ill,
bert : Why, then you must.--Will you put out mine Nay, it, perchance will sparkle in yonr eyes ; eyes?
And, like a dog that is compellid to fight, These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, Suatch at his master that doth tarret him on. So much as frown on you?
All things, that you should use to do me wrong, Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Deny their ollice : only you do Jack And with bot irons must I burn them ont. That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, Arth. Ab ! none, but in this iron age, would Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. do it!
Hub. Well, see to live ; I will not touch thine The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
eyes Approaching near these eyes, would drink my For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : tears,
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, And guench bis fiery indignation,
With this same very iron to burn them out. Even in the matter of mine innocence ;
Arth. O now you look like Hubert! all this Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
while Bat for containing fire to harm mine eye. You were disguised. Are you more stubborn-bard than hammer'd Hub. Peace : no more. Adieu ; iron 1
Your uncle must not know but you are dead : An if an angel should have come to me,
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure, I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hu. That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, bert's.
Will not offend thee. Hub. Come forth.
Stamps. Arth. O heaven I-I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence; no more : Go closely in with Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with Cord, Irons, &c.
me : Do as I bid you do.
Much danger do I undergo for thee. Arth. O save me, Hubert, save mel my eyes
(Exeunt. are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. SCENE 11.-The same.- A Room of State in Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him 1
the Palace. here. Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous. Enter King John, crowned ; PEMBOKE, Salisrough?
BURY, and other Lords. The King takes
his State. I will not struggle, I will stand stone still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be K. John. Here once again we sit, once again bound!
crown'd, Nay, bear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
Pem. This onee again, but that your highness I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
pleas'd, Nor look upon the iron angrily :
Was once superfluous : you were crown'd beThrust but these men away, and I'll forgive fore,
you, Wbatever torment you do put me to.
• In cruelty I have not deserved. + Set bim on.
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off : Pem. This is the man should do the bloody
He sbow'd his warrant to a friend of mine :
Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast; To guard a title that was rich before,
And I do fearfully believe 'tis done, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
What we so fear'd he had a charge to do. To throw a perfume on the violet,
Sol. The colour of the king doth come and To smooth the ice, or add another hne
go, Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
Between his purpose and his conscience, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful baitles set : Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be Pem. And, when it breaka, I fear will issue done,
thence This act is as an ancient tale new told ; The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong Being urged at a tiine unseasonable.
hand :Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Good lords, although my will to give is living, of plain old form is much distigured :
The suit which you demand is gone and Aud, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
dead : It makes the course of thoughts to fetch He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to night. about:
Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past Startles and frigbts cousideration ;
cure. Makes sound opinion sick, and truth .sus- Pem. Indeed we heard how near his death he pected,
was, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
Before the child himself felt he was sick : Pem. When workmen strive to do better than This must be answer'd, either bere or bence. well,
K. John, Why do you bend such solemna They do confound their skill in covetousness :
brows ou me? And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Think you I bear the shears of destiny ? Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse ; Have 1 commandment on the pulse of life? As patches, set npon a little breach,
Sal. It is appareut foul-play; aud 'tis Discredit inore in biding of the fault
sbame, Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. That greatness should so grossly offer It: Sul. To this effect, before you were new. So thrive it in your game! and so farewell. crown'd,
Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas'd your
And find the inheritance of this poor child, To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd ; His little kingdom of a forced grave. Since all acd every part of what we would, That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this Doth make a stand at what your highness will.
isle, K. John. Some reasons of this double coro- Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the nation
while ! I have possess'd you with, and think them This must not be thus borne : this will break
strong; And more, more strong, (when lesser is my To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. fear,)
(Ereunt Lords. I shall indue you with : Mean time, but ask K. John. They burn in indignation ; I reWhat you would have reform'd, that is not
There is no sure foundation set on blood; And well shall you perceive, how willingly · No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-I will both hear and grant you your requests. Pem. Then I (as one that am the tongue of
Enter a MESSENGER. these,
A fearful eye thou bast; Where is that blood, To sound + the purposes of all their hearts,) Chat I have seen inbabit in those cheeks 1 Both for myself and them, (but, chief of all, So foul a sky clears not without a storm : Your safety, for the which myself and them Pour down thy weather :--How goes all in Bend their best studies,) heartily request
France 1 The enfranchisement of Arthur ; whose re- Mess. From France to England:-Never such straint
a power Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent For any foreigia preparation, To break into this dangerous argument,
Was levied in the body of a land! If, what in rest you have, in right you hold, The copy of your speed is learu'd by them ; Why then your' fears, (which, as they say, al- For, when you should be told they do prepare, tend
The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. The steps of wrong,) should move you to mew K. Join. Oh! where bath our intelligence up
been drunk 1 Your tender kinsman, and to choke bis days Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
care? The rich advantage of good exercises
That such an army could be drawn in France, That tbe time's enemies may not have this -And she not hear of it! To grace occasions, let it be our suit,
Mess. My liege, her ear That you have bid us ask his liberty';
Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died Which for our goods we do no further ask, Your Doble mother : And, as I bear, my lord, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, The lady Constance in a frenzy died Counts it your weal, he bave bis liberty. Three days before : bol this from rumour's K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his
idiy heard; if true or false, I know not.
K. John. Withbold thy speed, dreadful ocEnter HUBERT.
casion! To your direction.--Hubert, what news with oh! make a league with me, till I have you ?
My discontented peers !. -What! mother, dead 1 + Publish.
How wildly then walks my estate iu France !