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Never to be infected with delight,
Sal. Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone !
greatness, and nobility.
Sal, Thou art a murderer.
Hub. Do not prove me so ; Yet I am none :—Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies. Pem. Cut him to pieces.
[PEMBROKE and Essex draw. Faul. Keep the peace, I say.
. Sal. Stand by; or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
Faul. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury:If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting iron,
shall think the devil is come from hell,
Sal. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? Second a villain, and a murderer?
Hub. Lord Salisbury, I am none.
Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without such rheum.
all whose souls abhor The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house; For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
[Exit SALISBURY. Ess. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!
[Exit Essex. Pem. There, tell the King, he may inquire us out.
[Exit PEMBROKE. Faul. Here's a good world !— Knew you of this
Hub. Do but hear me, sir:
Faul. If thou didst but consent
Hub. "If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me !——
Faul. Go, bear him in thine arms.— I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this world.Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits, As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast, The imminent decay of wrested pomp. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest.-Bear away that child, And follow me with speed; I'll to the King: A thousand businesses are brief in hand, And Heaven itself doth frown upon the land. [Exeunt FAULCON BRIDGE and HUBERT, bearing ARTHUR in his Arms.
ACT THE FIFTH.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.
KING JOHN, PANDULPH, his ATTENDANTS, ENGLISH GENTLEMEN, and HERALD, discovered.
K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory.
Pan. Take again, [Gives King John the Crown.
Pan. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
[Exit PANDULPH, with his ATTENDANTS.
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again,
streets, An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta’on away. K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.
Faul. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. But wherefore do you droop? why look you
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
K, John. The Legate of the Pope hath been with
And I have made a happy peace with him;
Faul. O, inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy,
K. John. Have thou the ordering of the present
Faul. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know Qur party may well meet a prouder foe.