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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. 2
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.

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ACT V.

SCENE I.-The same. A room in the Palace.

Enter King
John, PANDULPH with the Crown, and Attendants.

King John.
THUS have I yielded up into your hand,
The circle of my glory.

Pand. Take again [Giving 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

French ;
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam’d.
Our discontented counties do revolt ;
Our people quarrel with obedience ;
Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Rests by you only to be qualified.
Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick,
That present medicine must be minister'd,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope :
But, since you are a gentle convertite, 3
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war,
And make fair weather in your blustering land.
On this Ascension-day, remember well,

(2) Wrested pomp, is greatness obtained by violence. (3) A convertite is a convert. STEEV.

JOHNS.

Upon your oath of service to the pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit.

K. John. Is this Ascension day ? Did not the prophet
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,
My crown I should give off? Even so I have :
I did suppose, it should be on constraint ;
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary.

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,

[4] To forage is here used in its original sense, for to ronge abroad.

JOHNS.

And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Bast. 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, 5
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace ;
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence.

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,
And keep it safe for our remembrance :
Return the precedenth 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, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
To your proceedings ;- yet believe me, prince,
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,
By making many ; 0, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker ; 0), and there,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,

[5] He has the same image in Macbeth :

“Where the Norweyan banners for the sky,

And fan our people coid.”. JOHNS. [6] i. e. the rough draught of the original treaty between the Dauphin and the English lords. STEEV.

7 VOL. IV.

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