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K. John.

Coz, farewell. Eli. My blessing go with thee!
[Exit Bastard.

K. John. For England, cousin, go : Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a Hubert shall be your man, attend on you word.

(She takes Arthur aside. With all true duty.--On toward Calais, ho! K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gen

[Excunt. tie Hubert,

SCENE IV.--France. The French King's Tent. We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor,

Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and And with advantage means to pay thy love :

Attendants. And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.

A whole armado of convicted sail Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, — Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. But I will fit it with some better time.

Pand. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd

[run so ill ? To say what good respect I have of thee. K. Phi. What can go well, when we have Hab. I am much bounden to your majesty. Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause Arthur ta'en prisonér ? divers dear friends slain. to say so yet :

(slow, And bloody England into England gone, But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ? Yet it shali come for me to do thee good. Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortiI had a thing to say, -but let it go : The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, Doth want example ; who hath read, or heard, To give me audience :-if the midnight bell Of any kindred action like to this ? Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had Sound one into the drowsy ear of night ;

this praise, If this same were a churchyard where we stand, So we could find some pattern of our shame. And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs: Look, who comes here! [Enter Constance.) a Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

grave unto a soul ; Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; Holding th' eternal spirit, against her will, (Which else runs tickling up and down the In the vile prison of afflicted breath. veins,

I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me. [peace! Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, genA passion hateful to my purposes ;)

tle Constance ! Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply But that which ends all counsel ; true redress, Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Death, death :-0, amiable lovely death! Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts : Thou hate and terror to prosperity, But ah, I will not :-yet I love thee well; And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And, by my troth, I think thou lov'st me well. And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; Hub. So well, that what you bid me under- And ring these fingers with thy household take,

worms ; Though that my death were adjunct to my act, And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, By heaven, I would do it.

And be a carrion monster like thyself : K. John.

Do not I know thou wouldst? Come, grinon me ; and I will think thou smil'st, Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, 0, come to me! He is a very serpent in my way;

K. Phi. O, fair affliction, peace ! And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to He lies before me :-dost thou understand Thou art his keeper.

(me?-10, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Hub.

And I'll keep him so, Then with a passion would I shake the world; That he shall not offend your majesty. And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,

K. John, Death. Hub. My lord ? Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
K. Yohn. A grave. Hub. He shall not live. Which scorns a modern invocation. (sorrow.

Enough. Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so ; Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: I am not mad : this hair I tear is mine ; Remember,-Madam, fare you well :

My name is Constance ; I was Geffrey's wife ; I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost :

cry :

K. John.

But now,

I am not mad ;-I would to heaven I were ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure ! For then 'tis like I should forget myself :

[Exit. O, if I could, what grief should I forget ! - K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow Preach some philosophy to make me mad,

her.

[Exit. And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal ;

Lew. There's nothing in this world can make For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,

me joy : My reasonable part produces reason

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; [taste, And teaches me to kill or hang myself : And bitter shame hath spoild the sweet world's If I were mad, I should forget my son, That it yields naught but shame and bitterness. Or madly think a babe of clouts were he : Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, I am not mad : too well, too well I feel Even in the instant of repair and health, The different plague of each calamity. The fit is strongest ; evils that take leave, K. Phi. Bind up those tresses. O, what On their departure most of all show evil. love I note

What have you lost by losing of this day? In the fair multitude of those her hairs !

Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Pand. If you had won it, certainly you had. Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends No, no ; when Fortune means to men most Do glue themselves in sociable grief ;

good, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Sticking together in calamity.

"Tis strange to think how much king John hath Const. To England, if you will.

In this which he accounts so clearly won. [lost K. Phi.

Bind up your hairs. Are not you griev'd that Arthur is his prisoner? Const. Yes, that I will ; and wherefore will Lew. As heartily as he is glad he hath him. I do it?

Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud, blood. "O, that these hands could so redeem my son, Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; As they have given these hairs their liberty !" For even the breath of what I mean to speak envy at their liberty,

Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little And will again commit them to their bonds, Out of the path which shall directly lead (rub, Because my poor child is a prisoner.- Thy foot to England's throne ; and therefore And, father cardinal, I have heard you say

mark, That we shall see and know our friends in John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be, heaven :

That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's If that be true, I shall see my boy again ;

veins, For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, To him that did but yesterday suspire, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest. There was not such a gracious creature born. A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand, But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd; And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he that stands upon a slippery place, And he will look as hollow as a ghost,

Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;

That John may stand, then Arthur needs must And so he'll die; and, rising so again, So be it, for it cannot be but so.

(fall; When I shall meet him in the court of heaven Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's I shall not know him: therefore never, never

fall?

(wise, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your Pund. How green you are, and fresh in this child.

old world!

[you ; Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent Lohn lays you plots; the times conspire with child,

For he that steeps his safety in true blood, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; That none so small advantage shall step forth Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. To check his reign, but they will cherish it ; Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, No natural exhalation in the sky, I could give better comfort than you do.- No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, I will not keep this form upon my head, No common wind, no customed event,

[Tearing off her head-dress. But they will pluck away his natural cause, When there is such disorder in my wit. And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, O Lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

me,

Lew. May be, he will not touch young No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven Arthur's life,

I were your son, so you would love Hubert. But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Hub. (Aside.] if I talk to him, with his inPand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your

nocent prate approach,

He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : If that young Arthur be not gone already,

Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale Of all his people shall revolt from him,

to-day. And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; In sooth, I would you were a little sick, And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath That I might sit all night, and watch with you: Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Methinks I see this hurly all on foot :

Hub. (A side.] His words do take possession And, O, what better matter breeds for you

of my bosom. Than I have nam'd !—The bastard Faulcon- Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. bridge

[Aside.]

How now, foolish rheum ! Is now in England ransacking the church, 'Turning dispiteous torture out of door ! Offending charity: if but a dozen French I must be brief, lest resolution drop Were there in arms, they would be as a call Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.To train ten thousand English to their side ; Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ? Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,

Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, Must you with hot irons burn out both mine Go with me to the king : 'tis wonderful

Hub. Young boy, I must.

seyes? What may be wrought out of their discontent, Arth.

And will you? Now that their souls are topfull of offence :

Hub.

And I will. For England go :-I will whet on the king. Arth. Have you the heart ? When your Lew. Strong reasons make strange actions :

head did but ache, let us go :

I knit my handkerchief about your brows, If you say ay, the king will not say no. (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)

[Exeunt. And I did never ask it you again :

And with my hand at midnight held your head;

And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, ACT IV.

Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, SCENE I.–Northampton. A Room in the Saying, 'What lack you?' and, 'Where lies Castle.

your grief ?'

Or, 'What good love may I perform for you?'' Enter Hubert and two Attendants.

Many a poor man's son would have lain still, Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; thou stand

But you at your sick service had a prince. Within the arras : when I strike my foot Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, Cpon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, And call it cunning :-do, an if you will : And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, If heaven be pleas d that you must use me ill, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine I Attend. I hope your warrant will bear out

eyes? the deed.

These eyes that never did, nor never shall, Hab. Uncleanly scruples ! fear not you: look So much as frown on you? to't.[Exeunt Attendants. Hub.

I have sworn to do it ; Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with you. And with hot irons must I burn them out. Enter Arthur.

Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.

The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, (do it! Hisb.

Good morrow, little prince. Approaching near these eyes, would drink my Arth. As little prince (having so great a title And quench this fiery indignation, (tears, To be more prince) as may be.--You are sad. Even in the matter of mine innocence ;

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
Arth.

Mercy on me! But for containing fire to harm mine eye. Methinks nobody should be sad but I: Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd Yet, I remember, when I was in France,

iron? Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, An if an angel should have come to me, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, I would not have believed him,- -no tongue but I should be as merry as the day is long ; Hub. [Stamps.] Come forth. [Hubert's. And so I would be here, but that I doubt Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c. My uncle practises more harm to me: Do as I bid you do.

(eyes are out He is afraid of me, and I of him :

Arth. O! save me, Hubert, save me ! my Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

me:

Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him With this same very iron to burn them out. here.

[rough? Arth, O, now you look like Hubert ! all this Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous. You were disguised.

(while I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. Hub.

Peace! no more. Adieu. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be Your uncle must not know but you are dead; bound !

I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports : Nay, hear me, Hubert !--drive these men away, And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;

That Hubert for the wealth of all the world I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Will not offend thee, Nor look upon the iron angerly :

Arth. O heaven !--I thank you, Hubert. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive Hub. Silence ! no more: go closely in with Whatever torment you do put me to. [you, Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Exeunt. him.

SCENE II.--Northampton. A Room of I Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such

State in the Palace. a deed.

[Exeunt Attendants. Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my Enter King John, crowned ; Pembroke, Salisfriend :

bury, and other Lords. The King takes his

state. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :Let him come back, that his compassion may K. John. Here once again we sit, once again Give life to yours.

crown'd, Hub.

Come, boy, prepare yourself. And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Arth. Is there no remedy?

Pem. This once again, but that your highHub. None, but to lose your eyes. ness pleas'd,

[fore, Arth. O heaven !-that there were but a Was once superfluous : you were crown'd bemote in yours,

And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off ; A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Any annoyance in that precious sense! (there, Fresh expectation troubled not the land, Then, feeling what small things are boisterous With any long'd-for change, or better state. Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your To guard a title that was rich before, (pomp, tongue.

(tongues To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of To throw a perfume on the violet, Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes : To smooth the ice, or add another hue Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light Hubert !

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. So I may keep mine eyes : 0, spare mine eyes, Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be Though to no use but still to look on you ! This act is as an ancient tale new told ; [done, Lo! by my troth, the instrument is cold, And in the last repeating troublesome, And would not harm me.

Being urged at a time unseasonable. Hub.

I can heat it, boy. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead Of plain old form is much disfigurèd ; with grief,

And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, Being create for comfort, to be usd

It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; In undeserv'd extremes : see else yourself ; Startles and frights consideration ; There is no malice in this burning coal ; Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. Pem. When workmen strive to do better

Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. than well, Arth. And if you do, you will but make it They do confound their skill in covetousness; blush,

(Hubert : And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault And glow with shame of your proceedings, Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse ; Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; As patches, set upon a little breach, And, like a dog that is compell'd to fight, Discredit more in hiding of the fault, Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. All things that you should use to do me wrong, Sal. To this effect, before you were newDeny their office: only you do lack

crown'd,

[highness That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas d your Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. To overbear it ; and we are all well pleased, Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch Since all and every part of what we would,

Doth make a stand at what your highness will. For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : K. John. Some reasons of this double Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,

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I have possess'd you with, and think them That greatness should so grossly offer it :strong;

(fear,) So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell. And more, more strong, (when lesser is my Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury ; I'll go with I shall indue you with: meantime, but ask

thee, What you would have reform'd that is not well, and find the inheritance of this poor child, And well shall you perceive how willingly His little kingdom of a forced grave. (isle, I will both hear and grant you your requests. That blood which ow'd the breadth of all this Pem. Then I, (as one'that am the tongue of Three foot of it doth hold :-bad world the these,

while !

[out To sound the purposes of all their hearts.) This must not be thus borne : this will break Both for myself and them, (but, chief of all, To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. Your safety, for the which myself and them

Exeunt Lords. Bend their best studies,) heartily request K. John. They burn in indignation. I reThe enfranchisement of Arthur; whose re

pent : straint

There is no sure foundation set on blood, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-To break into this dangerous argument, –

Enter a Messenger.
If what in rest you have, in right you hold, A fearful eye thou hast : where is that blood
Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?

The steps of wrong) should move you to mewup So foul a sky clears not without a storm :
Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days Pour down thy weather :- how goes all in
With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth France ?
The rich advantage of good exercise ?

Mess. From France to England. ---Never That the time's enemies may not have this For any foreign preparation (such a power To grace occasions, let it be our suit,

Was levied in the body of a land. That you have bid us ask his liberty ; The copy of your speed is learn'd by them ; Which for our goods we do no further ask, For, when you should be told they do prepare, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending. The tidings come that they are all arriv'd. Counts it your weal he have his liberty. K. John. O, where hath our intelligence K. John. Let it be so : I do commit his youth been drunk ?

(care, To your direction

Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's Enter Hubert.

That such an army could be drawn in France, Hubert, what news have you? And she not hear of it? (Speaks apart with him. Mess.

My liege, her ear Pem. This is the man should do the bloody Is stopp'd with dust ; the first of April, died deed ;

Your noble mother : and, as I hear, my lord, He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine : The lady Constance in a frenzy died (tongue The image of a wicked heinous fault

Three days before ; but this from rumour's Lives in his eye ; that close aspect of his I idly heard ; if true or false I know not. Does show the mood of a much troubled breast; K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful And I do fearfully believe tis done,

Occasion ! What we so fear'd he had a charge to do. 0, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd

Sal. The colour of the king doth come and My discontented peers !--What ! mother dead! Between his purpose and his conscience, [go How wildly, then, walks my estate in France! Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set : Under whose conduct came those powers of His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

France Pem. And when it breaks, I fear will issue That thou for truth giv'st out are landed here? thence

Mess. Under the Dauphin. The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.

K. John. Thou hast made me giddy K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong With these ill tidings. hand :

Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret. Good lords, although my will to give is living,

Now, what says the world The suit which you demand is gone and dead : To your proceedings ? do not seek to stuff He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night. My head with more ill news, for it is full. Sal. Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past Bast. But if you be afeard to hear the worst,

[he was, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. Pem. Indeed, we heard how near his death K. John. Bear with me, cousin ; for I was Before the child himself felt he was sick :

amaz'd
This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. Under the tide : but now I breathe again
K. John. Why do you bend such, solemn Aloft the flood ; and can give audience
brows on me?

To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny? Bast. How I have sped among the clergy
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

men,
Sal. It is apparent foul-play ; and 'tis shame, I The sums I have collected shall express :

cure.

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