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Now powers from home, and discontents at home,
SCENE I.-The same. A room in the Palace.
Pand. Take again [Giving John the Crown.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
(2) Wrested pomp, is greatness obtained by violence. (3) A convertite is a convert. STEEV.
Upon your oath of service to the pope,
K. John. Is this Ascension day ? Did not the prophet
Enter the Bastard. Bast. 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?
Bast. 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.
Bast. 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 outface 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 me,
 To forage is here used in its original sense, for to ronge abroad.
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
Bast. O inglorious league !
K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present time.
Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, I know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Plain near St. Edmund's-bury. Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers.
Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
 He has the same image in Macbeth :
“Where the Norweyan banners for the sky,
And fan our people coid.”. JOHNS.  i. e. the rough draught of the original treaty between the Dauphin and the English lords. STEEV.
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