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Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and will cry out;
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, (sold : And so shall you, being beaten : do but start And welcome home again discarded faith. An echo with the clamour of thy drum, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet ; And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, For if the French be lords of this loud day, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; He means to recompense the pains you take, Sound but another, and another shall, By cutting off your heads : thus hath he sworn, As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, And I with him, and many more with me, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at Upon the altar at St. Edmund's-Bury ; (Not trusting to this halting legate here, (hand Even on that altar, where we swore to you Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need) Dear amity and everlasting love. Is warlike John ; and in his forehead sits Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ? A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day Mel. Have I not hideous death within my To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Retaining but a quantity of life, [view Lew. Strike up your drums, to find this dan- Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax ger out.
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire? Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do What in the world should make me now denot doubt.
(Exeunt. Since I must lose the use of all deceit? (ceive,
Why should I, then, be false, since it is true SCENE III.-- Vear St. Edmund's-Bury.
That I must die here, and live hence by truth? A Field of Battle.
I say again, if Lewis do win the day, Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours K. John. How goes the day with us? o, Bebold another day break in the east : tell me, Hubert,
But even this night, -whose black contagious Hub. Badly, I fear. How fares your ma
(so long, Already smokes about the burning crest K. Yohn. This fever, that hath troubled me of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,Lies heavy on me ;-0, my heart is sick! Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire, Enter a Messenger.
Paying the fine of rated treachery, Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, conbridge,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Desires your majesty to leave the field, Commend me to one Hubert, with your king : And send him word by me which way you go. The love of him,--and this respect besides, K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to For that my grandsire was an Englishman.the abbey there.
[supply, Awakes my conscience to confess all this. Mess. Be of good comfort ; for the great In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence That was expected by the Dauphin here,
From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts sands.
(now: In peace, and part this body and my soul This news was brought to Richard but even with contemplation and devout desires. The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. Sal. We do believe thee :and beshrew my K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me But I do Icve the favour and the form (soul, up, ,
of this most fair occasion, by the which And will not let me welcome this good news. We will untread the steps of damned flight; Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; And, like a bated and retired flood, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
(Exeunt. Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erSCENE IV.-Near St. Edmund's-Bury.
And calmly run on in obedience, [look'd,
Even to our ocean, to our great king John.Another Part of the Field.
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. For I do see the cruel pangs of death (hence ; Sul. I did not think the king so stor'd with Right in thine eye.--Away, my friends ? New friends.
flight, Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the And happy newness, that intends old right. If they miscarry, we miscarry too. [French:
[Exeunt, leading off Melun. Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, SCENE V.–Near St. Edmund's-Bury. The la spite of spite, alone upholds the day,
French Camp. Pem. They say, king John sore sick hath left the field.
Enter Lewis and his train. Enter Melun, wounded, and led by Soldiers. Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
loath to set, Sal. When we were happy we had other But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Pem. It is the count Melun. (names. When the English measur'd backward their
Wounded to death. own ground,
In funt retire. O, bravely came we off, Than if you had at leisure known of this. [him? When with a volley of our needless shot, Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to After such bloody toil, we bid good night; Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, And wound our tottering colours clearly up, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Last in the field, and almost lords of it ! Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Enter a Messenger.
Bast. Whom didst thou leave to tend his Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ? majesty?
(all come back Lew.
Here :-what news? Hub. Why, know you not ? the lords are Mess. The count Melun is slain : the Eng- And broughi prince Henry in their company; lish lords,
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, By his persuasion, are again fallen off ; (long, And they are all about his majesty: (heaven, And your supply, which you have wish'd so Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. And tempt us not to bear above our power! Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, very heart !
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, I did not think to be so sad to-night, [said, These Lincoln washes have devoured them ; As this hath made me.-Who was he, that Myself, well mounted, hardly have escap'd. King John did fly an hour or two before Away, before ! conduct me to the king; The stumbling night did part our weary I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
powers ? Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. Low. Well; keep good quarter, and good
SCENE VII.--The Orchard of Swinstead
Abbey. care to-night : The day shall not be up so soon as I,
Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
P. Hen. It is too late: the life of all his
[Exeunt. blood SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neighbour-Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain hood of Swinstead Abbey.
(Which some suppose the soui's frail dwelling
house) Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting.
Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak Foretell the ending of mortality. quickly, or I shoot.
Enter Pembroke. Bast. A friend.-What art thou ?
Pem. His highness yet doth speak : and holds Hub.
Of the part of England. That, being brought into the open air, (belief, Bast. Whither dost thou go? (demand It would allay the burning quality
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not 1 Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ? P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orBast. Hubert, I think?
[Exit Bigot. Hub.
Thou hast a perfect thought : Doth he still rage? I will, upon all hazards, well believe
He is more patient Thou art my friend, that knowest my tongue so| Than when you left him ; even now he sung. Who art thou?
well. P. Hen. Ó, vanity of sickness ! fierce exBast. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, tremes Thou mayest befriend me so much as to think In their continuance will not feel themselves. I come one way of the Plantagenets.
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now eyeless night,
[me, Against the mind, the which he pricks and Have done me shame :-brave soldier, pardon wounds That any accent breaking from thy tongue With many legions of strange fantasies. hold, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine Which, in their throng and press to that last ear.
(news abroad? Confound themselves. "Tis strange that death Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what
should sing. Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, To find you out.
of night, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news? And from the organ pipe of frailty sings Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the His soul and body to their lasting rest. night,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince ; for you Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. To set a form upon that indigest,
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. I am no woman, Ull not swoon at it. (news : Re-enter Bigot, and Attendants who bring in Hub. The king. I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
King John in a chair. I left him almost speechless ; and broke out K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath To acquaint you with this evil, that you might elbow-room ; The better arm you to the sudden time, It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom, And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
[mended faiths ; Do I shrink up.
Where be your powers ?
Show now your P. Hen. How fares your majesty? And instantly return with me again, K. John. "Poison'd, -ill-fare ; - dead, for- To push destruction, and perpetual shame, sook, cast off ;
Out of the weak door of our fainting land. And none of you will bid the winter come, Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ;
sought ; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course The Dauphin rages at our very heels. (as we : Through my burn'd bosom ; nor entreat the Şal. It seems you know not, then, so much north
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, Who half an hour since came from the DauAnd comfort me with cold :-1 do not ask you phin, much,
And brings from him such offers of our peace I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, As we with honour and respect may take, And so ingrateful, you deny me that. With purpose presently to leave this war.
P. Hen, O, that there were some virtue in Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees That might relieve you !
[my tears, Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. K. John.
The salt in them is hot.- Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; Within me is a hell ; and there the poison For many carriages he hath despatch'd Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel On unreprievable condemned blood.
To the disposing of the cardinal :
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
With other princes that may best be spar'd, The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd: Shall wait upon your father's funeral. And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be inAre turned to one thread, one little hair : (sail, For so he will'd it.
(terr'd ; My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Thither shall it, then ; Which holds but till thy news be uttered ; And happily may your sweet self put on And then all this thou seest is but a clod, The lineal state and glory of the land ! And model of confounded royalty.
To whom, with all submission, on my knee, Bast
. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, I do bequeath my faithful services, Where, heaven he knows, how we shall an- And true subjection everlastingly. swer him ;
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, For, in a night, the best part of my power, To rest without a spot for evermore. As I upon advantage did remove,
P. Hen. I have a kind soul that would give Were in the washes, all unwariiy,
you thanks, Devoured by the unexpected flood.
And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
[The King dies. Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Sal. You breathe these dead news in as Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.dead an ear.
[thus. This England never did, nor never shall, My liege! my lord !-But now a king, -now Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even But when it first did help to wound itself. so stop.
[stay, Now these, her princes, are come home again, What surety of the world, what hope, what Come the three corners of the world in arms, When this was now a king, and now is clay? And we shall shock them : nought shall make
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay be- us rue, To do the office for thee of revenge (hind If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt. KING RICHARD II.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. King Richard the Second.
Lord Koss. Edmund of Langley, Duke of
Lord Willoughby. York.
Uncles to the Lord Fitzwater. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lan- King. Bishop of Carlisle. caster.
Abbot of Westminster. Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, Son to The Lord Marshal.
John of Gaunt: afterwards King Henry Sir Pierce of Exton.
Sir Stephen Scroop.
Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloster. Earl Berkley.
Duchess of York.
Lady attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Gardeners, Earl of Northumberland.
Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Henry Percy, his Son.
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap.
Add an immortal title to your crown! SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. k. Rich. We thank you both ; yet one but Enter King Richard, attended ; John of Gaunt, As well appeareth by the cause you come :
flatters us, and other Nobles.
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. --K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Lancaster,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas MowHast thou, according to thy oath and band,
(speech :) Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, In the devotion of a subject's love, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow- And free from other misbegotten bate, Gaunt. I have, my liege.
[bray ? Come I appellant to this princely presence.-K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, sounded him,
And mark my greeting well ; for what I speak, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice : My body shall make good upon this earth, Or worthily, as a good subject should,
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. On some known ground of treachery in him? Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Gaunt. As near as I could sist him on that too good to be so, and too bad to live, 'argument,
Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, On some apparent danger seen in him, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Aim'd at your highness.---no inveterate malice. Once more, the more to aggravate the note, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat, face to face,
And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn Th' accuser, and th' accusėd, freely speak :
sword may prove: (Exeunt some Attendants. Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
[zeal : In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Re-enter Attendants, with Bolingbroke and Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ; Norfolk.
The blood is hot that must be coold for this : Boling. Many years of happy days befall Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: (me
Vorf. Each day still better other's happiness; First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech: Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
and ears :
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize Wherever Englishman durst set his foot. The unstooping firmness of my upright soul : Meantime, let this defend my loyalty, - He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. Free speech and fearless, I to thee allow. Boling Pale trembling coward, there I Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy throw my gage,
[liest! Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ; Through the false passage of thy throat, thou And lay aside my high blood's royalty, [cept: Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to ex- Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers; If guilty dread have left thee so much strength The other part reserv'd I by consent, As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, By that and all the rites of knighthood else, Upon remainder of a dear account, Will I make gocd against thee, arm to arm, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Now swallow down that lie. -For Gloster's Nor. I take it up; and by that sword I death, swear,
(shoulder, I slew him not; but, to mine own disgrace, Which gently laid my knighthood on my Neglected my sworn duty in that case. I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul : K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to But, ere I last received the sacrament, Mowbray's charge?
I did confess it; and exactly begg'd It must be great, that can inherit us
Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. So much as of a thought of ill in him. This is my fault: as for the rest appeald, Boling. Look, what I speak, my life shall It issues from the rancour of a villain, prove it true ;
(nobles A recreant and most degenerate traitor : That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand Which in myself I boldly will defend ; In name of lendings for your highness
' soldiers, And interchangeably hurl down my gage The which he hath detain'd for lewd employ- Upon this overweening traitor's foot, ments,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom. Besides, I say, and will in battle prove. — In haste whereof, most heartily I pray, Or here, or elsewhere, to the farthest verge Your highness to assign our trial day. [by me; That ever was survey'd by English eye, K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Let's purge this choler without letting blood : Complotted and contrived in this land, This we prescribe, though no physician; Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Deep malice makes too deep incision ; spring.
Forget, forgive ; conclude, and be agreed ; Farther, I say, -and farther will maintain Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Upon his bad life to make all this good, --- Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become And consequently, like a traitor coward,
my age :
(gage. Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's of blood ;
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Gaunt.
When, Harry? when ? Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Obedience bids, I should not bid again. To me for justice and rough chastisement ; Ki Rich. Norfolk, throw down ; we bid ; And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
there is no boot.
[thy foot. This arm shall do it, or this life he spent. Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution My life thou shall command, but not my shame: soars 1
The one my duty owes ; but my fair name Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? | (Despite of death that lives upon my grave)