Else, what a mockery should it be to swear! And better conquest never canst thou make, Bast. Will't not be? Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? Lew. Father, to arms! • Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? Against mine uncle. Const. O, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Thou virtuous dauphin, alter not the doom Fore-thought by heaven. Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? upholds, His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! (1) Music for dancing. (2) Wonder. 1 Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, Save what is opposite to England's love. Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church! Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother's curse, on her revolting son. France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, And being not done, where doing tends to ill, By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou swear'st; And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth KING JOHΝ. 41 Else, what a mockery should it be to swear! But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself: And better conquest never canst thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Against those giddy loose suggestions: Upon which better part our prayers come in, If thou vouchsafe them; but, if not, then know, The peril of our curses light on thee; So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, But, in despair, die under their black weight. Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion! Bast. Will't not be? Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine? Lew. Father, to arms! Blanch. Against the blood that thou hast married? What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? Shall braying trumpets, and lond churlish drums,Clamours of hell be measures1 to our pomp? O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new Is husband in my mouth!-even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Upon thy wedding day? Against mine uncle. Const. Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? Const. That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! Lew. I muse, 2 your majesty doth seem so cold, (1) Music for dancing. (2) Wonder. When such profound respects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. K. Phi. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall from thee. Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty! in this hour. Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton time, Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: Fair day, adieu! Which is the side that I must go withal? Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance1 together.[Exit Bastard. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whose heat hath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! [Exeunt. (1) Force. SCENE II.-The same. Plains near Angiers. Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Austria's head. Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, Make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Alarums; Excur sions; Retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, [To Elinor. So strongly guarded.--Cousin, look not sad: [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. England; haste before : back, (1) Gold coin. |