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Let hell want pains enough to torture me !—
I left him well.
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.
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.
From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your sovereign greatness and authority.
K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches.
Pan. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope;
But, since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your blustering land. [Exit PANDULPH, with his ATTENDANTS.
Faul. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out,
But Dover Castle: London hath receiv'd,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers:
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service to your enemy;
And wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive?
Faul. They found him dead, and cast into the streets,
An empty casket, where the jewel of life
By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en 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 sad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and out-face the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field;
Show boldness, and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den?
And fright him there, and make him tremble there?
O, let it not be said!—Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors;
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.
K, John. The Legate of the Pope hath been with
And I have made a happy peace with him;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
Led by the Dauphin.
Faul. O, inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms;
Sweep off these base invaders from the land:
And above all exterminate those slaves,
Those British slaves, whose prostituted souls,
Under French banners, move in vile rebellion,
Against their King, their country, and their God.
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.
The DAUPHIN'S Camp at St. Edmund's Bury.
Enter LEWIS, CHATILLON, a Parchment in his Hand, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, ESSEX, FRENCH HERALD, and GUARDS.
Lew. Let this be copied out, Chatillon, And keep it safe for our remembrance: Return the precedent to these lords again; That, having our fair order written down, Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, May know wherefore we took the sacrament, And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
Lew. Look, where the holy Legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of Heaven;
And on our actions set the name of right,
With holy breath.
Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH, attended.
Pan. Hail, noble Prince of France!
The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome.
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back;
I am too high-born to be property'd:
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart:
And come you now to tell me, John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me!
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half conquer'd, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's slave?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
[Trumpet sounds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
Enter FAULCONBRIDGE and ENGLISH GENTLEMEN.
Faul. According to the fair-play of the world,
Let me have audience: I am sent to speak :-
My holy lord of Milan, from the King
I come, to learn how you have dealt for him;
And, as you answer, I do know the
And warrant limited unto my tongue.
Pan. The dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties;
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Faul. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, The youth says well:-Now hear our English King:For thus his royalty doth speak in me ;
He is prepar'd, and reason too he should,
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
From out the circle of his territories.
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
No: know, the gallant monarch is in arms;
And, like an eagle o'er his aiery towers,