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Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the PolEven with the fierce looks of these bloody men. ace. Enter King John, crowned; Pembroke, Salis
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. bury, and other Lords. The King takes his State.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist 'rous-rough? K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd, I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound !
Pemb. This once again, but that your highness Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away,
pleas'd, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
Was once superfluous : You were crown'd before, I will not stir, nor wince, por speak a word,
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck d off; Nor look upon the iron angerly;
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt ; Thrust but these men away, and I'IL forgive you,
Fresh expectation troubled not the land, Whatever torment you do put me to.
With any long'd-for change, or better state. Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, 1 Atten. I am best pleas'd to be from such a dead.
To guard a title that was rich before, (Exeunt Attendants.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend ; To throw a perfume on the violet, He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :
To smooth the ice, or add another hue Let him come back, that his compassion may
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light Give life to yours.
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Hub.
Come, boy, prepare yourself. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. Arth. Is there no remedy?
Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes. This act is as an ancient tale new told; Arth. O heaven !-that there were but a mote in | And, in the last repeating, troublesome, yours,
Being urged at a time unseasonable. A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair,
Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Any annoyance in that precious sense!
of plain old form is much disfigured: Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, Your vile intent must needs seem borrible.
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about ; Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your tongue. Startles and frights consideration;
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert !
Pemb. When workmen strive to do better than well
, Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
They do confound their skill in covetousness : So I may keep mine eyes ; 0, spare mine eyes ; And, oftentimes excusing of a fault, Though to no use, but still to look on you !
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse; Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
As patches, set upon a little breach,
Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
Than did the fault before it was so patchd.
We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas'd your highness In undeserv'd extremes : See else yourself;
To over-bear it; and we are all well pleas'd ; There is no malice in this burning coal ;
Since all and every part of what we would, The breath of heaven lath blown his spirit out, Doth make a stand at what your highness will. And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. I have possess'd you with, and think them strong;
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And more, more strong (when lesser is my fear.) And glow with share of your proceedings, Hubert; I shall indue you with : Mean time, but ask Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes
What you would have reform'd, that is not well; And, like a dog, that is compell’d to fight,
And well shall you perceive, how willingly Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
I will both hear and grant you your requests. All things, that you should use to do me wrong, Pemb. Then I (as one that am the tongue of these, Deny their office: only you do lack
To sound the purposes of all their hearts) That merey, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, Both for myself and them, (but, chief of all, Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses.
Your safety, for the which myself and them Hub. Well, see to live ; I will not touch thine eyes Bend their best studies,) heartily request For all the treasure that thine uncle owes :
The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint Yet am I sworn, and I did purposeg boy,
Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent With this same very iron to burn them out.
To break into this dangerous argument,Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while If, what in rest you have, in right you hold, You were disguised.
Why then your fears, (which, as they say, attend Hub.
Peace: no more. Adieu ; The steps of wrong;) should move you to mew up Your uncle must not know but you are dead : Your tender kinsman, and to choak his days I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports.
With barbarous ignorance, and deay his youth And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, The rich advantage of good exercise ? That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, That the time's enemies may not have this Will not offend thee.
To grace occasions, let it be our suit, Arth.
O heaven!-I thank you, Hubert. That you bave bid us ask his liberty; Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me: Which for our goods we do no further ask, Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Exeunt. Than whereupon our weal, on you depending
Counts it your weal, he lave his liberty.
Under whose conduet came those powers of France, K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here? Enter Hubert.
Mess. Under the dauphin. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you ?
Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret. Pemb. This is the man should do the bloody deed : K. John.
Thou hast made me giddy He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine :
With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the world The image of a wicked heinous fault
To your proceedings? Do not seek to stuff Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
My head with more ill news, for it is full. Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast;
Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst, And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done,
Then let the worst, unheard. fall on your head ! | What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
K. John. Bear with me, cousin ; for I was amaz'd Scl. The colour of the king doth come and go, Under the tide: but now I breathe again Between his purpose and his conscience,
Aloft the flood; and can give audience Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set :
To any tongue, speak it of what it will. His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen,
K.John. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand : I find the people strangely fantasied:
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear:
And here's a prophet that I brought with me Sal. Indeed, we feard, his sickness was past cure.
From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found Pemb. Indeed, we heard how near his death he was,
With many hundreds treading on his heels; Before the child himself felt he was sick :
To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, This must be answer'd, either here, or hence.
That, ere the next Aseension-day at noon, K. Jahr. Why do you bend such solemn brows on
Your bighness should deliver up your crown. mne?
K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou Think you, I bear the shears of destiny?
so? Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Peter. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so. Sal It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame,
K. John. Hubert, away with him : imprison him; Tiat greativess should so grossly offer it:
And on that day at noon, whereon, he says, So thrive it in your game! and so farewell!
I shall yield up my crown, let him be hangd: Penil. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
Deliver him to safety, and return, And find the inheritance of this poor child,
For I must use thee.-O my gentle cousin, | His little kingdom of a forced grave.
[Erit Hubert with Peter. That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle,
thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ? Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while !
Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are full This must not be thus borne: this will break out
of it: To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.
Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury,
[Exeunt Lords. || (With eyes as red as new enkindled fire.) K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; And others more, going to seek the grave There is no sure foundation set on blood;
of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night "No certain life achiev'd by others' death.
On your suggestion.
Gentle kinsman, go, A fearful eye thou hast ; Where is that blood, And thrust thyself into their companies : That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
I have a way to win their loves again; So fonl a sky clears not without a storm :
Bring them before me. Prir down thy weather :--How goes all in France ?
I will seek them out. Meas, From France to England.-Neyer such a
K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot bepower
fore. For any foreign preparation,
O, let me have no subject enemies, Was levied in the body of a land !
When adverse foreigners affright my towns The copy of your speed is learn'd by them;
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion !Fec, when you should be told they do prepare,
Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels; Tle tidings come, that they are all arriv'd.
And fly, like thought, from them to me again. K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care?
[Erit. That such an anny could be drawn in France,
K. John. Spoke like a spriteful noble gentleman.And she not hear of it?
Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers ;
And be thou he. Your noble mother : And, as I hear, my lord,
Mess. With all my heart, my liege. (Exit.' The lady Constance in a frenzy died
K. John. My mother dead ! Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue
Re-enter Hubert. Tilly heard ; if true, or false, I know not.
Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen toK. Jahn. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
night: make a kague with me, till I have pleas'd Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about Ny discontented preers !-What! mother dead? The other four, in wondrous motion. Wow wildly then walks my estate in France !
K. John. Five moons ?
Young Arthur is alive: This band of mine
Hub. Old men, and heldams, in the streets Do prophecy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear ; And he, that speaks, doth gripe the litarer's wrist ; Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and meaşure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble baste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embatteled and rank'd in Kent : Another lean unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these
Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did.
Hub. My lord
Hub. Arm you against yonr other enemies, I'!I make a pesce between your soul and 3017,
SCENE III.-The same. Before the Castle. Enter
Arthur on the Walls. Arth. The wall is high ; and yet will I leap down Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not ! There's few, or none, do know me; if they did, This ship-boy's semblance bath disguis'd me quite. I am afraid ; and yet I'll venture it. If I get down, and do not break my limbs, I'll find a thousand shifts to get away: As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. (Leaps dern. Oh me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!
[Dics. Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at St. Edmund's-Bury; It is our safety, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal?
Sal. The count Melun, a noble lord of Franee ; Whose private with me, of the dauphin's love, Is much more general than these lines import.
Big. Tomorrow morning let us meet him then.
Sal. Or, rather then set forward : for 'twill be Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet.
Enter the Bastardo Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords ! The king, by me, requests your presence straight.
Sal. 'The king hath dispossess himself of us; We will not line his thin bestaina cloak With our pure honours, nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks: Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Bast. Whale'er you think, good words, I think
were best. Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
Bast. But there is little reason in your grief;
Pen. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
Sal. Murder, as dating what hinuself hath done, Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to the grava Found ii too precious-princely for a genve.
Sal. Sir Richard, what think you ? Have you beheld, I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep
Sal. Trust not those cuvning waters of his eyes,
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ;
For l am stifled with this smell of sin. Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the dauphin there! Pem. Al murders past do stand excus’d in this : Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,
[Exeunt Lords. Shall give a holiness, a purity,
Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this fair To the yec-unbegotten sin of time:
work? And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work;
Art thou damnd, Hubert. The graceless action of a heavy hand,
Hub. Do but hear me, sir. If that it be the work of any band.
Ha! I'll tell thee what; Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?
Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; We had a kind of light, what would ensue
Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell The practice, and the purpose of the king :
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child, From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
Hub. Upon my soul,Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
If thon didst but consent And breathing to his breathless excellence
To this most cruel aet, do but despair, The incense of a vow, a holy vow;
And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
That ever spider twisted from her womb Never to be infected with delight,
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyn Till I have set a glory to this hand,
self, By giving it the worship of revenge.
Put but a little water in a spoon, Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. And it shall be as all the occan, Enter Hubert.
Enough to stifle such a villain up,— Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: I do suspect the very grievously. Arthur doth live; the king bath sent for you.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death : Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Hub. I am no villain.
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
Must I rob the law? I left him well.
Go, bear him in thine arms.-
From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Is fled to heaven; and England now is left Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.
The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Big. Out, dunghill! dar`st thou brave a nobleman? | Now, for the bare pick'd bone of majesty, Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, My innocent life against an emperor.
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace : Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Hub.
Do not prove me so; Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits
The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child,
Enst. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. [Exc.
ACT V. That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge ? SCENE I. –The same. A Room in the Palace. En. Second a villain, and a murderer?
ter King John, Pandulph with the Crown, and AtHuh, Lord Bigot, 1 an none.
tendants. Big. Who kill'd this prince?
King John. Puh. "Tis not an hour since I left him well :
THUS have I yickded up into your land,
The circle of my glory.
O inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce, Your sovereign grentness and authority.
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the || A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields, French;
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil, And from his holiness use all your power
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms: To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Our discontented counties do revolt;
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; Our people quarrel with obedience;
Or if he do, let it at least be said, Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
They saw we had a purpose of defence. To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
K.John. Have thou the ordering of this present time. This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, I know, Rests by you only to be qualified.
Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
SCENE II.- A Plain near St. Edmund's-Bury. En. That present medicine must be ministerd,
ter in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke, BiOr overthrow incurable ensues.
got, and Soldiers. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope :
And keep it safe for our remembrance : But, since you are a gentle convertite,
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.
And, poble dauphin, albeit we swear Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,
A voluntary zeal, and unurg d faith, My crown I should give off? Even so I have:
To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince, I did suppose, it should be on constraint;
I am not glad that such a sore of time
Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Bast. All Kent bath yielded ; nothing there holds | By making many! 0, it grieves my soul, out,
That I must draw this metal from my side But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,
To be a widow-znaker; 0, and there, Like a kind kost, the dauphin and his powers : Where honourable rescue, and defence, Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury; To offer service to your enemy;
But such is the infection of the time, And wild amazement hurries up and down
That, for the health and physic of our right, The little number of your doubtful friends.
We cannot deal but with the very hand K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, of sterni injustice and confused wiong:After they heard young Arthur was alive?
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets; That we, the sons and children of this isle, An empty casket, where the jewel of life
Were boru to see so sad an hour as this; By some damnd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. Wherein we step after a stranger march
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? Upon the spot of this enforced cause Be great in act, as you have been in thought ; To grace the gentry of a land remote, Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,
And follow unacquainted colours here? Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
What, here?-0 nation, that thou could'st remove! Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; That borrow their behaviours from the great, Where these two Christian armies might combine Grow great by your example, and put on
The blood of malice in a vein of league, The dauntless spirit of resolution.
And not to-spend it so unneighbourly! Away; and glister like the god of war,
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; When he intendeth to become the field:
Am great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Show boldness, and aspiring confidence.
Do make an earthquake of nobility. What, shall they serk the lion in his den,
0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, And fright him there? and make him tremble there? Between compulsion and a brave respect ! o, let it not be said !--Forage, and run
Let me wipe off' this honourable dew,
My heart hath melud at a lady's tears,
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Led by the dauphin.
Stariles mine cyes, and makes me more amazed