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But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow, Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard,
K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had 'The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; If this same were a church-yard where we stand, In the vile prison of afflicted breath :
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.
Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle
Constance ! Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress, A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
Death, death:40 amiable lovely death! Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy household worms;
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well. Mlub. So well, that what you bid me under-Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilst,
And be a carrion monster like thyself: take,
And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
O, come to me! By heaven, I'd do't.
K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace. K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st?
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my Then with a passion would I shake the world;
0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth, friend,
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, He is a very serpent in my way:
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
Which scorns a modern' invocation. He lies before me: Dost thou understand me!
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. Thou art his keepcr. Hub. And I will keep him so,
Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine; That he shall not offend your majesty.
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; K. John. Death.
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost :
I am not mad ;-) would to heaven, I were !
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself : Hub.
He shall not live. O, if I could, what grief should I forget! K. John.
Enough. Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason
Eli. My blessing go with thee!
For England, cousin : if I were mad, I should forget my son;
And teaches me to kill or hang myself; Hubert shall be your man, attend on you Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he : With all true duty.--On toward Calais, ho!
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
[Exeunt. The different plague of each calamity. SCENE IV.-The same. The French king's K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I tent. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph,
note and attendants.
In the fair multitude of those her hairs !
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Const. To England, if you will.
Bind up your hairs
Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost?
I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud,
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: And will again commit them to their bonds,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : !1) Showy ornaments. (2) Conception. 13) Toined.
(4) Fleet of war. (5) Overcome. (6) Refuse. (7) Common.
so ill ?
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
Ler. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Por, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this old To him that did but yesterday suspire,'
world! There was not such a gracious creature born. John lays you plots ; the times conspire with you: But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, Shall tind but bloody safety, and untrue. 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;
or all his people, and freeze up their zeal; And so he'll die ; and, rising so again,
That 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, no distemper'd day, Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. No common wind, no customed event, Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. But they will pluck away his natural cause, K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent chiid, Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
life, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your apFare you well : had you such a loss as I,
proach, I could give better comfort than you do.
Ir that young Arthur be not gone already, I will not keep this form upon my head,
Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts [Tearing off her head-dress. Of all his people shall revolt from him, When there is such disorder in my wit.
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my lair son! And pick strong matter of' revolt, and wrath, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. My widow-comfort, and iny sorrows' cure! (Exil. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ; K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow
her. And, 0, what better matter breeds for you,
[E.rit. Than I have nam'd!—The beetard Faulconbridge Lev. There's nothing in this world, can make is now in England, ransacking the church, me joy:
Offending charity: If but a dozen French Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Were there in arms, they would be as a call Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
To train ten thousand English to their side; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, taste,
Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness. Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful,
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, What may be wrought out of their discontent: Even in the instant of repair and health,
Now that their souls are toplul of offence, The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave, For England go; I will whet on the king. On their departure most of all show evil:
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let What have you lost by losing of this day?
us go; Lero. All days of glory, joy, and h:2 ppiness. If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. (Exeunt. Pand. If you have won it, certainly you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost
Enter Hubert and two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look thou For even the breath of what I mean to speak
stand Shall blow each dust, each straw, cach little rub, Within the arras: when I strike my foot Out of the path which shall directly lead Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; Thy foot to England's throne; and, iherefore, mark. And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,
1 Allend. I hope, your warrant will bcar out The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
the deed. One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
(Exeunt Attendants. Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd:
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. And be, that stands upon a slippery place,
Good morrow, little prince. Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Arth. As little prince (having so great a title fall?
To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch, your Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. wise,
Mercy on me! May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Methinks, nobody should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France, (1) Breathe. (2) Graceful. (3) Tapestry. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom, Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous I should be as merry as the day is long;
rough? And so I would be here, but that I doubt I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. My uncle practises more harm to me:
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! He is afraid of me, and I of him :
Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
Hub. if I talk to him, with his innocent prate Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
[Exeunt Attendants. In sooth, I would you were a little sick;
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; That I might sit all night, and watch with you: He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Let him come back, that his compassion may Hub. His words do take possession of my bo-Give life to yours.
Come, boy, prepare yourself Read here, young Arthur. (Showing a paper.) Arth. Is there no remedy ? How now, foolish rheum? Aside. Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes. Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Arth. O heaven!-that there were but a mole I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Any annoyance in that precious sense! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effcct: Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hub. Young boy, I must.
Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your Arth. And will you ?
And I will. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Arth. Have you the heart? When your head Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes : did but ache,
Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Hubert
Though to no use, but still to look on you!
I can heat it, boy. Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief?
There is no malice in this burning coal;
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Why, then you must.–Will you put out 'mine And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: eyes ?
Nav, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes ; These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, And, like a dog that is compell’d to fight, So much as frown on you?
Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. Hub.
I have sworn to do it ; All things, that you should use to do me wiong, And with hot irons must I burn them out. Deny their office: only you do lack
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Approaching near these eyes, would drink my Hub. Well, see to live ; I will not touch thine tears,
eyes And quench his fiery indignation,
For all the treasures that thine uncle owes :3 Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
With this same very iron to burn them out. But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Arlh. O, now you look like Hubert! all this Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?
while An if an angel should have come to me,
You were disguised. And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Hub.
Peace: no wore. Adieu ; I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Your uncle must not know but you are dead: Hub. Come forth.
(Stamps. I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports.
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, 8c. That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Do as I bid you do.
Will not offend thee. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes
Arth. O heaven!-I thank you, Hubert. are out,
Hub. Silence; no more: Goclosely in with me; Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Ereunt
(1) In cruelty I have not deserved. (2) Set him on. (3) Owns. (4) Secretly.
on me 1
SCENE II.— The same. A room of state in the Which for our goods we do no further ask, palace. Enter King John, crowned ; Pembroke, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, Salisbury, and other lords. The king takes his Counts it your weal, he have his liberty. state,
K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth K. John. Here once again we sit, once again
Enter Hubert. crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you? Pem. This once again, but that your highness Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed i pleas'd,
He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:
And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done,
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go,
Between his purpose and his conscience, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set : To throw a perfume on the violet,
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
thence To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done, hand :This act is as an ancient tale new told;
Good lords, although my will to give is living, And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
The suit which you derrand is gone and dead : Being urged at a time unseasonable.
He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was past cure. Of plain old form is much disfigured:
Pem. Indeed we heard how near his death he was, And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
Before the child himself felt he was sick: It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about ; This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. Startles and frights consideration ;
K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Pem. When workmen strive to do better than Have I commandment on the pulse of life? well,
Sal. It is apparent foul play ; and 'tis shame, They do confound their skill in covetousness :' That greatness should so grossly offer it : And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
So thrive it in your game! and so farewell! Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse ; Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee As patches, set upon a little breach,
And find the inheritance of this poor child, Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
His little kingdom of a forced grave. Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle, Sal
. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while ! We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas’d your high- This must not be thus borne: this will break out
To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd;
Exeunt Lords. Since all and every part of what we would,
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; Doth make a stand at what your highness will. There is no sure foundation set on blood;
K. Jolin. Some reasons of this double coronation No certain life achiev'd by others' death.--
Enter a Messenger.
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
Pour down thy weather :-How goes all in France ? Pem. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these,
Mess. From France to England.-Never such a To sound: the purposes of all their hearts,).
power? Both for mysell, and them, (but, chief of all,
For any foreign preparation, Your safety, for the which myself and them
Was levied in the body of a land ! Bend their best studies,) heartily request
The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; The enfranchisements of Arthur ; whose restraint For, when you should be told they do prepare, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent,
The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. To break into this dangerous argument,
K. John. 0, where hath our intelligence been II, what in rest vou have, in right you hold,
drunk? Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend
Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's care ; The steps of wrong,) should 'move you to mew up That such an army could be drawn in France, Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
And she not hear of it?
My liege, her ear
Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died
Your noble mother: And, as I hear, my lord, To grace occasions, let it be our suit,
The lady Constance in a frenzy died That you have bid us ask his liberty,
Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue
I idly heard; is true, or false, I know not. (1) Lace. (2) Decorate.
(4) Publish. 3) Desire of excelling.
(5) Releasement. (6) Owned. (7) Foree.
K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion! Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about
Old men, and bedlams, Under whose conduct came those powers of France,
in the streets That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here ? Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Mess. Under the dauphin.
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
And whisper one another in the ear; K. John.
Thou hast made me giddy And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With these ill tidings:-Now, what says the world whilst he, that hears, makes searful action, To your proceedings ? do not seek to stuff
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with 'rolling My head with more ill news, for it is full.
eyes. Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst, I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd' With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Under the tide: but now I breathe again
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Alost the food; and can give audience
Standing on slippers (which his nimble baste To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,)
That were embattled, and rank'd in Kent:
Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams; K. John. Why seek'st thou ts possess me wita Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear:
these fears? And here's a prophet, that I brought with me
Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty cause With many hundreds treading on his heels ;
To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, Hub. Had none, my lord ! why, did you not proThat, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
voke me? Your highness should deliver up your crown. K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
thou so? Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. And, on the winking of authority,
To break within the bloody house of life : K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him ; To understand a law; to know the meaning And on that day, at noon, whereon he says
of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd:
More upon humour than advis'd respect." Deliver him to safety, and return,
Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what i For I must use thee.-0 my gentle cousin,
did. [Erit Hubert with Peter.
K. John. 0, when the last account 'twixt heaven Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ?
and earth Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal full of it:
Witness against us to damnation ! Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury,
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, (With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,)
Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by,
This murder had not come into my mind :
But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,
Finding thee fit for bloody villany, I have a way to win their loves again;
Apt, liable, to be employd in danger, Bring them before me.
i faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; Bast.
I will seek them out.
And thou, to be endeared to a king,
Hub. My lord, 0, let me have no subject enemies,
K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or When adverse foreigners affright my towns With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
When I spake darkly what I purposed ; Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels;
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, And fly, like thought, from them to me again. As bid me tell my tale in express words; Basi. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break
[Exit. K. John. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentle- and those thy fears might have wrought fears in Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need But thou didst understand me by my signs, Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; And didst in signs again parley with sin; And be thou he. Mess. With all my heart, my liege. (Exit. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act
Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, K. John. My mother dead!
The deed, which both our tongues held vile to Re-enter Hubert. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen Out of my sight, and never see me more ! to-night :
My nobles leave me; and my state is brav'd, (1) Stunned, confounded. (2) Custody. (3) Deliberate consideration. (4) Observed.
made a pause,