Introductory matter

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ King John. Prince Henry, son to the king. Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, nephew to the king. The Earl of Pembroke. The Earl of Essex. The Earl of Salisbury. The Lord Bigot [Norfolk]. Hubert De Burgh. Robert Faulconbridge, son to Sir Robert Faulconbridge. Philip the Bastard, his half-brother. James Gurney, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Peter of Pomfret, a prophet. Philip, King of France. Lewis, the Dauphin. Lymoges, Duke of Austria. Cardinal Pandulph, the Pope's legate. Melun, a French lord. Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John. Queen Elinor, mother to King John. Constance, mother to Arthur. Blanch of Spain, niece to King John. Lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. [Executioner], [Citizen 1], [French Herald], [English Herald], [Messenger] Scene: Partly in England, and partly in France^{2 note}.

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING JOHN. ACT I. Scene I. King John's palace ^note. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others ^note, with Chatillon ^note.

K. John.
Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

Chat.
Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France
In my behaviour to the majesty,
The borrowed ^note majesty, of England here.

Eli.
A strange beginning: ‘borrowed ^note majesty!’

K. John.
Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Chat.
Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother ^note Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most ^note lawful claim
To this fair island and the territories,
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou ^note, Touraine ^note, Maine,
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword

Which sways usurpingly these several titles,
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.

K. John.
What follows if we disallow of this?

Chat.
The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

K. John.
Here have we war for war and blood for blood,
Controlment for controlment ^note: so answer France.

Chat.
Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.

K. John.
Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere ^note thou canst report I will be there, ^note
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
And sullen ^note presage of your own decay.
An honourable conduct let him have:
Pembroke, look to't. Farewell, Chatillon. [Exeunt ^note Chatillon and Pembroke.

Eli.
What now, my son! have I not ever said
How that ambitious Constance would not cease
Till she had kindled France and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented and made whole
With very easy arguments of love,
Which now the manage ^note of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K. John.
Our strong possession and our right for us.

Eli.
Your strong possession much more than your right,
Or else it must go wrong with you and me:

So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear. Enter a Sheriff. ^note

Essex.
My liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from the country to be judged by you,
That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men?

K. John.
Let them approach.
Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
This expedition's ^note charge. Enter ^note Robert Faulconbridge, and Philip his bastard brother.
What men are you? ^note

Bast. ^note
Your faithful subject I, a gentleman
Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert ^note Faulconbridge,
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Cœur-de-lion ^note knighted in the field.

K. John.
What ^note art thou?

Rob.
The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

K. John.
Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Bast.
Most certain of one mother, mighty king;
That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
But for the certain knowledge of that truth
I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother:
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Eli.
Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother
And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Bast.
I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;

That is my brother's plea and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, a' ^note pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land!

K. John.
A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

Bast.
I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whether ^note I be as true ^note begot or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But that I am as well begot, my liege,—
Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!—
Compare our faces and be judge yourself. ^note
If old Sir Robert did beget us both
And were our father and this son like him, ^note
O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!

K. John.
Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent ^note us here!

Eli.
He hath a trick ^note of Cœur-de-lion's face;
The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?

K. John.
Mine eye hath well examined his parts
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?

Bast.
Because he hath a half-face, like my father.
With half that face ^note would he have all my land:
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! ^note

Rob.
My gracious liege, when that my father lived,
Your brother did employ my father much,—

Bast.
Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.

Rob.
And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there with the emperor
To treat of high affairs touching that time.
The advantage of his absence took the king
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail I shame to speak,
But truth is truth: large lengths ^note of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
As I have heard my father speak himself,
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me, and took it on his death ^note
That this my mother's son was none of his;
And if ^note he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.

K. John.
Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
And if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards ^note of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf bred from his cow from all the world;
In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.

Rob.
Shall then my father's will be of no force
To dispossess that child which is not his?

Bast.
Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,

Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Eli.
Whether ^note hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,
Or the reputed son of Cœur-de-lion,
Lord of thy ^note presence and no land beside?

Bast.
Madam, an if ^note my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert's ^note his, like him;
And if ^note my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose
Lest men should say ‘Look, where three-farthings goes!’
And, to his ^note shape, were heir to all this ^note land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I would ^note give it every foot to have this face;
I ^note would not be sir Nob ^note in any case.

Eli.
I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him and follow me?
I am a soldier and now bound to France.

Bast.
Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,
Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Eli.
Nay, I would have you go before me thither.

Bast.
Our country manners give our betters way.

K. John.
What is thy name?

Bast.
Philip, my liege, so is my name begun;
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.

K. John.
From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st ^note:
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise ^note more great,

Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet.

Bast.
Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:
My father gave me honour, yours gave land.
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away!

Eli.
The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandam, Richard; ^note call me so.

Bast.
Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though? ^note
Something about, a little from the right,
  In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,
  And have is have, however men do catch:
Near or far off, well won is still well shot,
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

K. John.
Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
For France, for France, for it is more than need.

Bast.
Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast ^note got i' the way of honesty. [Exeunt all but Bastard. ^{note note}
A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a many ^note foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
‘Good den, sir Richard!’—‘God-a-mercy, fellow!’—
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
'Tis too respective and too ^note sociable ^note
For your conversion. ^note Now your traveller,

He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth and catechize
My picked ^note man of ^note countries ^note: ‘My dear sir,’
Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,
‘I shall beseech you’—that is question now ^note;
And then comes answer like an Absey book ^note:
‘O sir,’ says answer, ‘at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir:’
‘No, sir,’ says question, ‘I, sweet sir, at yours:’
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
Saving ^note in dialogue of compliment,
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean ^note and the river Po,
It draws toward ^note supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society
And fits the mounting ^note spirit ^note like myself,
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation;
And so am I, whether I smack ^note or no ^note;
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which ^note, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?

What woman-post is this? hath she no husband
That will take pains to blow a horn before her? Enter ^note Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney.
O me! it is ^note my mother. How now ^note, good lady!
What brings you here to court so hastily?

Lady F. ^note
Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Bast.
My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?

Lady F.
Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st ^note thou at sir Robert?
He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.

Bast.
James Gurney ^note, wilt thou give us leave awhile?

Gur.
Good leave, good Philip.

Bast.
Philip! sparrow: ^note James,
There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit Gurney ^note.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess ^note,
Could he get me? ^note Sir Robert could not do it:
We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholding ^note for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp ^note to make this leg.

Lady F.
Hast thou conspired ^note with thy brother too,
That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?

Bast.
Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like. ^note
What! ^note I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land;
Legitimation, name and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother?

Lady F.
Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?

Bast.
As faithfully as I deny the devil.

Lady F.
King Richard Cœur-de-lion was thy father:
By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed:
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! ^note
Thou ^note art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urged past my defence.

Bast.
Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly ^note:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The aweless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand ^note.
He that perforce robs lions of their hearts
May easily win a woman's. Ay ^note, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee ^note to my kin;

  And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
  Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not. [Exeunt. ^note ACT II. Scene I. France ^note. Before Angiers. Enter Austria and forces, drums, etc. on one side: on the other King Philip of France and his Power; Lewis, Arthur, Constance and attendants.

Lew. ^note
Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth.
God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's death
The rather that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their ^note right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained ^note love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

Lew.
A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?

Aust.
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love,

That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedged in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost ^note corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Const.
O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
To make a more requital to your love!

Aust.
The peace of heaven is theirs that ^note lift their swords
In such a just and charitable war.

K. Phi.
Well then, to work: our ^note cannon ^note shall be bent
Against the brows of this resisting town.
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages:
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.

Const.
Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood:
My Lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so indirectly ^note shed. Enter Chatillon.

K. Phi.
A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arrived!

What England says, say briefly, gentle lord;
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.

Chat.
Then turn your forces from this paltry siege
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I;
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Ate ^note, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king's ^note deceased;
And all the unsettled humours of the land,
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens,
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights ^note proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here:
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom. [Drum beats ^note.
The interruption of their churlish drums
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parley or to fight; ^note therefore prepare.

K. Phi.
How much unlook'd for is this expedition!

Aust.
By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome then; we are prepared.

Enter ^note King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, Lords, and Forces.

K. John. ^note
Peace be to France, if France in peace permit
Our just and lineal entrance to our own;
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
Whiles ^note we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beats ^note His peace to heaven.

K. Phi.
Peace be to England, if that war return
From France to England, there to live in peace.
England we love; and for that England's sake
With burden of our armour here we sweat.
This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his ^note lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Out-faced infant state and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
This little abstract doth contain that large
Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge ^note a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right
And this ^note is Geffrey's ^note: in the name of God ^note
How comes it then that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?

K. John.
From whom hast thou this great commission, France,

To draw my answer from ^note thy articles?

K. Phi.
From that supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts
In any breast ^note of strong authority,
To look into the blots ^note and stains of right:
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:
Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong
And by whose help I mean to chastise it.

K. John.
Alack, thou dost usurp authority.

K. Phi.
Excuse; it is ^note to beat usurping down.

Eli.
Who is it ^note thou dost call usurper, France?

Const.
Let me make answer; thy usurping son.

Eli.
Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king,
That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!

Const.
My bed was ever to thy son as true
As thine was to thy husband; and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey
Than thou and John in manners; being ^note as like
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think
His father never was so true begot:
It cannot be, an if ^note thou wert his mother.

Eli.
There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.

Const.
There's a good grandam, boy, that would ^note blot thee ^note.

Aust.
Peace!

Bast.
Hear the crier.

Aust.
What the devil art thou?

Bast.
One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
An a' ^note may catch your hide and you alone:
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,

Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard:
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an ^note I catch you right;
Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith.

Blanch.
O, well did he become that lion's robe
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Bast.
It lies as sightly on the back of him
As great Alcides' shows ^note upon an ass:
But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back,
Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.

Aust.
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

K. Phi.
Lewis ^note, determine what we shall do straight.

Lew. ^note
Women and fools, break off your conference ^note.
King John, this is the very sum of all;
England and Ireland, Anjou ^note, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur do I ^note claim of thee:
Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?

K. John.
My life as soon: I do defy thee, France.
Arthur of Bretagne ^note, yield thee to my hand;
And out of my dear love I'll give thee more
Than e'er the coward hand of France can win:
Submit thee, boy.

Eli.
Come to thy grandam, child.

Const.
Do, child, go ^note to it grandam, child;
Give grandam kingdom, and it ^note grandam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.

Arth.
Good my mother, peace!
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

Eli.
His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.

Const.
Now shame upon you, whether ^note she ^note does or no!
His grandam's wrongs ^note, and not his mother's shames,
Draws ^note those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall ^note be bribed
To do him justice and revenge on you.

Eli.
Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!

Const.
Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!
Call not me ^note slanderer; thou and thine usurp
The dominations ^note, royalties and rights
Of this oppressed boy: this is thy eld'st ^note son's son ^note,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee:
Thy sins are visited in ^note this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.

K. John.
Bedlam ^note, have done.

Const.
I have but this to say,
That he is not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagued for her
And with her plague; her sin ^note his ^note injury,
Her injury the beadle to her sin ^note,
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; ^note a plague upon her!

Eli.
Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will that bars the title of thy son.

Const.
Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will;
A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!

K. Phi.
Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate:
It ill beseems this presence to cry aim ^note
To these ill-tuned repetitions ^note.
Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
These men of Angiers: let us hear them speak
Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. ^noteTrumpet sounds. Enter certain Citizens ^note upon the walls.

First Cit. ^note
Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls?

K. Phi.
'Tis France, for England.

K. John.
England, for itself.
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,—

K. Phi.
You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle,—

K. John.
For our ^note advantage; therefore hear us first.
These flags of France, that are advanced here
Before the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
All preparation ^note for a bloody siege
And merciless proceeding by these French ^note
Confronts your ^note city's eyes, your winking gates;
And but for our approach those sleeping stones,

That as a waist ^note doth ^note girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their ordinance ^note
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But on the sight of us your lawful king,
Who painfully with much expedient march
Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
To save unscratch'd your city's threatened ^note cheeks,
Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle;
And now, instead ^note of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,
To make a faithless error in your ears:
Which trust accordingly kind citizens,
And let us in, your ^note king, whose labour'd spirits,
Forwearied ^note in this action of swift speed,
Crave ^note harbourage within your city walls.

K. Phi.
When I have said, make answer to us both.
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
Son to the elder brother of this man,
And king o'er him and all that he enjoys:
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these greens before your town,
Being no further enemy to you
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal
In the relief of this oppressed child
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty which you truly owe
To him that owes ^note it, namely this young prince:
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

Save in aspect, hath ^note all offence seal'd up;
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
Against the invulnerable ^note clouds of heaven;
And with a blessed and unvex'd retire,
With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruised,
We will bear home that lusty blood again
Which here we came to spout against your town,
And leave your children, wives and you in peace.
But if you fondly pass our ^note proffer'd ^note offer ^note,
'Tis not the roundure ^note of your old-faced ^note walls
Can hide you from our messengers of war,
Though all these English and their discipline
Were harbour'd in their rude ^note circumference.
Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf which ^note we have challenged it?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage
And stalk in blood to our possession?

First Cit.
In brief, we are the king of England's subjects: ^note
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.

K. John.
Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.

First Cit.
That can we not; but he that proves the king,
To him will we prove loyal: till that time
Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.

K. John.
Doth not the crown of England prove the king?
And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,—

Bast. ^note
Bastards, and else.

K. John.
To verify our title with their lives.

K. Phi.
As many and as well-born bloods as those,—

Bast.
Some bastards too.

K. Phi.
Stand in his face to contradict his claim.

First Cit.
Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
We for the worthiest hold the right from both.

K. John.
Then God forgive the sin ^note of all those souls
That to their everlasting residence,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

K. Phi.
Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms!

Bast. ^note
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
Sits on his ^note horse back at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence! [To Aust.] ^note Sirrah, were I at home,
At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
I would ^note set an ox-head to your lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.

Aust.
Peace! no more.

Bast.
O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar.

K. John.
Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth
In best appointment all our regiments.

Bast.
Speed then, to take advantage ^note of the field. ^note

K. Phi.
It shall be so; and ^note at the other hill
Command the rest to stand. God and our right! [Exeunt ^note. Here ^note after excursions, enter the Herald of France, with trumpets, to the gates. ^note

F. Her.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne ^note, in,
Who by the hand of France this day hath made

Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scattered ^note on the bleeding ground:
Many ^note a widow's husband grovelling lies,
Coldly embracing the discoloured ^note earth;
And ^note victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd ^{note note},
To enter conquerors and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne ^note England's king and yours. Enter English Herald, with trumpet. ^note

E. Her.
Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells;
King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
Commander of this hot malicious day:
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,
Hither return all gilt with ^note Frenchmen's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest
That is removed by a ^note staff of France;
Our colours do return in those same hands
That did display them when we first march'd forth;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Dyed ^note in the dying slaughter of their foes:
Open your gates and give the victors way.

First Cit. ^note
Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
From first to last, the onset and retire
Of both your armies; whose equality
By our best eyes cannot be censured:
Blood hath bought blood and blows have answer'd blows;
Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power:

Both are alike; and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even,
We hold our town for neither, yet for both. Re-enter the two Kings, with their powers, severally. ^{note note}

K. John.
France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
Say, shall the current of our right run ^note on?
Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell
With course disturb'd even thy confining shores,
Unless thou let his silver water ^note keep
A peaceful progress to the ocean.

K. Phi.
England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood,
In this hot trial, more than we of France;
Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,
That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
Before we will lay down ^note our just-borne arms,
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
Or add a royal number to the dead,
Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Bast.
Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mousing ^note the flesh of men,
In undetermined differences of kings.
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry, ‘havoc!’ kings; back to the stained field,

You equal potents ^note, fiery kindled ^note spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!

K. John.
Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?

K. Phi.
Speak, citizens, for England; who's ^note your king?

First Cit.
The king of England, when we know the king.

K. Phi.
Know him in us, that here hold up his right.

K. John.
In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear possession ^note of our person here,
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you ^note.

First Cit. ^note
A greater power than we ^note denies all this;
And till it be undoubted, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates;
King'd of our fears, ^note until our fears, resolved,
Be by some certain king purged and deposed. ^note

Bast.
By heaven, these ^note scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,
And stand securely on their battlements,
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
At your industrious ^note scenes and acts of death.
Your ^note royal presences be ruled by me:
Do like the mutines ^note of Jerusalem,
Be friends awhile ^note and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:
By east and west let France and England mount
Their battering cannon charged to the mouths,

Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'ld play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till unfenced desolation
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
That done, dissever your united strengths,
And part your mingled colours once again;
Turn face to face and bloody point to point;
Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth
Out of one side her happy minion,
To whom in favour she shall give the day,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
Smacks it not something of the policy? ^note

K. John.
Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers
And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
Then after fight who shall be king of it? ^note

Bast.
An if ^note thou hast the mettle of a king,
Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town,
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will ours, against these saucy walls;
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why then defy each other, and pell-mell
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.

K. Phi.
Let it be so. Say, where will you assault?

K. John.
We from the west will send destruction
Into this city's bosom.

Aust.
I from the north.

K. Phi.
Our thunder ^note from the south
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

Bast.
O prudent discipline! From north to south:
Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth:
I'll stir them to it ^note. Come, away, away! ^note

First Cit.
Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile to stay,
And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league;
Win you this city without stroke or wound;
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
That here come sacrifices for the field:
Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.

K. John.
Speak on with favour; we ^note are bent to hear.

First Cit.
That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,
Is niece ^note to England: look upon the years
Of Lewis the Dauphin ^note and that lovely maid:
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
If zealous love should ^note go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin ^note every way complete:
If not complete of, say ^note he is not she;
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not that ^note she is not he:
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she ^note;
And she a fair divided ^note excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
O, two such silver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in;
And two such shores to two such streams made one,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,

To these two princes, if you marry them.
This union shall do more than battery can
To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,
With swifter spleen ^note than powder can enforce ^note,
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance: but without this match,
The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
More ^note free from motion, no, not Death himself
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this city.

Bast.
Here's a stay ^note
That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ^note?
He speaks plain cannon fire, ^note and smoke and bounce;
He gives the bastinado with his tongue:
Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first ^note call'd my brother's father dad.

Eli. ^note
Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;
Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsured ^note assurance to the crown,
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France;

Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls
Are capable of this ambition,
Lest ^note zeal, now melted by ^note the windy ^note breath
Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was. ^note

First Cit.
Why answer not the double majesties
This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?

K. Phi.
Speak England first, that hath ^note been forward first
To speak unto this city: what say you?

K. John.
If that the Dauphin ^note there, thy princely son,
Can in this book of beauty read ‘I love,’
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen ^note:
For Anjou ^note, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
And all that we upon this side the sea,
Except this city now by us besieged,
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
In titles, honours and promotions,
As ^note she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand ^note with any princess of the world.

K. Phi.
What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face.

Lew. ^note
I do, my lord; and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun ^note and makes your son a shadow ^note:
I do protest I never loved myself
Till now infixed I beheld ^note myself
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. [Whispers ^note with Blanch.

^note

Bast.
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
  Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy
  Himself love's traitor: this is pity now,
That, hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there should be
In such a love so vile a lout as he. ^note

Blanch.
My uncle's will in this respect is mine:
If he see aught in you that makes him like,
That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
I can with ease translate it to ^note my will;
Or if you will, to speak more properly,
I will enforce it easily ^note to my love.
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,
Than this; that nothing do I see in you,
Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,
That I can find should merit any hate.

K. John.
What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?

Blanch.
That she is bound in honour still to do
What you in wisdom still ^note vouchsafe to say.

K. John.
Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady?

Lew.
Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;
For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John.
Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
Poictiers, and Anjou ^note, these five provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.

K. Phi.
It likes us well; young princes, close ^note your hands.

Aust.
And your lips too; for I am well assured
That I did so when I was first assured ^{note note}.

K. Phi.
Now, citizens of Angiers ^note, ope your gates,
Let in that amity which you have made;
For at Saint Mary's chapel presently
The rites of marriage shall be solemnized.
Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?
I know she is not, for ^note this match made up
Her presence would have interrupted much:
Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows ^note.

Lew.
She is ^note sad and passionate at your highness' tent.

K. Phil.
And, by my faith, this league that we have made
Will give her sadness very little cure.
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow ^note lady? In her right we came;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,
To our own vantage.

K. John.
We will heal up all;
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne ^note
And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
We ^note make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance;
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our solemnity: I trust we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp. [Exeunt all ^note but the Bastard. ^note

Bast.
Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,

Hath willingly departed with a part,
And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who, having ^note no external thing to lose
But the word ‘maid,’ cheats the poor maid ^note of that ^note,
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity,
Commodity, the bias of the world,
The world, who ^note of itself is peised ^note well,
Made to run even upon even ground,
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing ^note bias,
This sway of motion, this Commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, this Commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word ^note,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determined aid ^note,
From a resolved and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded ^note peace.
And why rail I on this ^note Commodity?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the ^note power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm;
But for ^note my hand, as unattempted yet,

Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles ^note I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be ^note my lord, for I will worship thee. [Exit. ACT III. ^note Scene I. [Footnote: The French ^note King's Pavilion. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.

Const.
Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!
False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!
Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?
It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;
Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:
It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so:
I trust ^note I may not trust thee; for thy word
Is but the vain breath of a common man:
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man ^note;
I have a king's oath to the contrary.
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am sick and capable of fears,
Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears,
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,
A woman, naturally born to fears;
And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,
With my vex'd spirits ^note I cannot ^note take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.

What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs ^note confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again; not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Sal.
As true as I believe you think ^note them false
That give you cause to prove my saying true.

Const.
O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,
And let belief and life encounter so
As doth the fury of two desperate men
Which in the very meeting fall and die.
Lewis marry ^note Blanch! ^note O boy, then where art thou?
France friend with England, ^note what becomes of me?
Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight:
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

Sal.
What other harm have I, good lady, done,
But spoke the harm that is by others done?

Const.
Which harm within itself so heinous is
As it makes harmful all that speak of it ^note.

Arth.
I do beseech you, madam ^note, be content.

Const.
If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless ^note stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content,
For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:

Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,
She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;
She adulterates ^note hourly with thine uncle John,
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune and King John ^note,
That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
Envenom him with words, or get thee gone
And leave those ^note woes alone which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.

Sal.
Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.

Const.
Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:
I will instruct my sorrows ^note to be proud;
For grief is proud and ^note makes his ^note owner ^note stoop ^{note note}.
To me and to the state of my great grief
Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
That no supporter but the huge firm earth ^note
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows ^note sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. [Seats ^note herself on the ground. ^noteEnter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor, the Bastard, Austria, and Attendants ^note.

K. Phi.
'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day
Ever in France shall be kept festival:

To solemnize this day the glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
Turning with splendour of his precious eye
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course that brings this day about
Shall never see it but a holiday ^note.

Const.
A wicked day, and not a holy day ^note! ^note [Rising ^note.
What hath this day deserved? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury.
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:
But on this day ^note let seamen fear no wreck ^note;
No bargains break that are not this day made:
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change ^note!

K. Phi.
By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?

Const.
You have beguiled me with a counterfeit
Resembling majesty, which, being ^note touch'd and tried ^note,
Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn;
You came in arms to spill mine ^note enemies' blood,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold ^note in amity and painted ^note peace,
And our oppression hath ^note made up this league.

Arm, arm, you ^note heavens, against these perjured kings!
A widow cries; ^note be husband to me, heavens ^note!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day ^note in peace; but, ere sunset,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!
Hear me, O, hear me!

Aust.
Lady Constance, peace!

Const.
War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war.
O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too,
And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag and stamp ^note and swear
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength,
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin ^note on those recreant limbs.

Aust.
O, that a man should ^note speak those words to me!

Bast.
And hang a calf's-skin ^note on those recreant limbs.

Aust.
Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.

Bast. ^note
And hang a calf's-skin ^note on those recreant limbs.

K. John.
We like not this; thou dost forget thyself. Enter Pandulph. ^note

K. Phi.
Here comes the holy legate of the pope.

Pand.
Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop ^note
Of Canterbury, from that holy see ^note?
This, in our foresaid holy father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

K. John.
What earthy ^note name to interrogatories
Can task ^note the free breath of a sacred king?
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the pope ^note.
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
But as we, under heaven ^note, are supreme head,
So under Him ^note that great supremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
So tell the pope, all reverence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.

K. Phi.
Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

K. John.
Though you and all the kings of Christendom
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,
Though you and all the rest so grossly led

This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose
Against the pope and count his friends my foes.

Pand.
Then, by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate:
And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic;
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd ^note as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

Const.
O, lawful let it be
That I have room ^note with Rome to curse awhile!
Good father cardinal, cry thou amen
To my keen curses; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

Pand.
There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.

Const.
And for mine too: when law can do no right, ^note
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?

Pand.
Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.

Eli.
Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.

Const.
Look to that, devil ^note; lest that France repent,
And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

Aust.
King Philip, listen to the cardinal.

Bast.
And hang a calf's-skin ^note on his recreant limbs.

Aust.
Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,
Because—

Bast.
Your breeches best may carry them.

K. John.
Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?

Const.
What should he say, but as the cardinal?

Lew.
Bethink you, father; for the difference
Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend:
Forego the easier.

Blanch.
That's ^note the curse of Rome.

Const.
O Lewis ^note, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here
In likeness of a new untrimmed ^note bride.

Blanch.
The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,
But from her need.

Const.
O, if thou grant my need,
Which only lives but by the death of faith,
That need must needs infer this principle,
That faith would live again by death of need.
O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down!

K. John.
The king ^note is moved, and answers not to this.

Const.
O, be removed from him, and answer well!

Aust.
Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.

Bast.
Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. ^note

K. Phi.
I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.

Pand.
What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,
If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?

K. Phi.
Good reverend father, make my person yours,
And tell me how you would bestow yourself.
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Married in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows;
The latest breath that gave the sound of words

Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,
And even before this truce, but new before, ^note
No longer than we well could wash our hands
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings:
And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm,
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true sincerity? O, holy sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so!
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order; and then ^note we shall be blest
To do your pleasure and continue friends.

Pand.
All form is formless, order orderless,
Save what is opposite to England's love.
Therefore to arms! be champion of our church,
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,
A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed ^note lion by the mortal paw,
A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.

K. Phi.
I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.

Pand.
So makest thou faith an enemy to faith;
And like a civil war set'st oath to oath,
Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow

First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,
That is, to be the champion of our church.
What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself
And may not be performed by thyself,
For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss
Is not ^note amiss when it is truly done,
And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
The truth is then most done not doing it:
The better act of purposes mistook
Is to mistake again; ^note though indirect,
Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire
Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.
It is religion that doth make vows kept;
But thou hast sworn against religion,
By what ^note thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,
And makest an oath the surety for thy truth
Against an oath: the truth ^{note note} thou art unsure
To swear, ^note swears ^note only not to be forsworn;
Else what a mockery should it be to swear!
But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore thy later ^note vows against thy first
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;
And better conquest never canst thou make
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy loose ^note suggestions:

Upon which better part our prayers come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know
The peril of our curses light on thee ^note
So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
But in despair die under their black weight.

Aust.
Rebellion, flat rebellion!

Bast.
Will't not be?
Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine?

Lew. ^note
Father, to arms!

Blanch.
Upon thy wedding-day?
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered ^note men?
Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me! ay, alack ^note, how new
Is husband in my mouth! even for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.

Const.
O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
Forethought by heaven ^note!

Blanch.
Now shall I see thy love: what motive may
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?

Const.
That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,
His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!

Lew.
I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.

Pand.
I will denounce a curse upon his head.

K. Phi.
Thou shalt not need. England, I will ^note fall from thee.

Const.
O fair return of banish'd majesty!

Eli.
O foul revolt of French inconstancy!

K. John.
France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.

Bast.
Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,
Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.

Blanch.
The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!
Which is the side that I must go withal?
I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;
Assured loss before the match be play'd.

Lew.
Lady, with me, ^note with me thy fortune lies ^note.

Blanch.
There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.

K. John.
Cousin, go draw our puissance together. [Exit Bastard. ^note
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;
A rage whose heat hath this condition,
That nothing can allay ^note, nothing but blood,
The blood ^note, and dearest-valued blood, of France.

K. Phi.
Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.

K. John.
No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! [Exeunt.

^note Scene II. [Footnote: The same. Plains ^note near Angiers. Alarums, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Austria's head.

Bast.
Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;
Some airy ^note devil hovers in the sky,
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, ^note
While Philip breathes ^note. Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.

K. John.
Hubert ^note, keep ^note this boy. Philip ^note, make up:
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

Bast.
My lord, I rescued her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not:
But on, my liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy ^note end. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene III. [Footnote: The same. Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords.

K. John. [To Elinor ^note]
So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind
So strongly guarded. [To Arthur ^note] Cousin, look not sad:
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will

As dear be to thee as thy father was.

Arth.
O, this will make my mother die with grief!

K. John. [To the Bastard ^note]
Cousin, away for England! haste before:
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels
Set ^{note note} at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now ^note be fed upon ^note:
Use our commission in his ^note utmost force.

Bast.
Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver becks ^note me to come on.
I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray,
If ever I remember to be holy,
For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.

Eli.
Farewell, gentle ^note cousin.

K. John.
Coz, farewell. [Exit ^note Bastard. ^note

Eli.
Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. ^note

K. John.
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better time ^note.
By heaven, Hubert, I am ^note almost ashamed
To say what good respect I have of thee.

Hub.
I am much bounden to your majesty.

K. John.
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet, ^note
But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say, but let it go:
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too ^note wanton and too full of gawds ^note
To give me audience: if the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound on ^note into ^{note note} the drowsy race ^note of night;
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick ^note,
Which else runs tickling ^note up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep ^note men's eyes
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A passion hateful to my purposes,
Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despite of brooded ^note watchful ^note day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well.

Hub.
So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,

By heaven, I would do it ^note.

K. John.
Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way;
And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub.
And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.

K. John.
Death ^note.

Hub.
My lord? ^note

K. John.
A grave.

Hub.
He shall not live.

K. John.
Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: ^note
Remember. Madam, fare you well:
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

Eli.
My blessing go ^note with thee!

K. John.
For England, cousin, go:
Hubert shall be your man, attend ^note on you
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt. ^note Scene IV. [Footnote: The same. The French King's tent. ^note Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, ^note and Attendants.

K. Phi.
So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
A whole armado of convicted ^note sail

Is scattered ^note and disjoin'd from fellowship.

Pand.
Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.

K. Phi.
What can go well, when we have run so ill?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?

Lew.
What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
So hot a speed with such advice disposed,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause ^note,
Doth want example: who hath read or heard
Of any kindred action like to this?

K. Phi.
Well could I bear that England had this praise,
So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter Constance.
Look, who comes here! ^note a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit, against ^note her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath ^note.
I prithee, lady, go away with me.

Const.
Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace.

K. Phi.
Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!

Const.
No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death; ^note O amiable lovely death!
Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness ^note!
Arise forth from ^note the couch ^note of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones ^note
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows
And ring these fingers with thy household worms

And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust
And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest,
And buss ^note thee as thy wife. Misery's love ^note,
O, come to me!

K. Phi.
O fair affliction, peace!

Const.
No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion ^note would I ^note shake the world;
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy ^note
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns ^note a modern ^note invocation.

Pand.
Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.

Const.
Thou art not holy ^note to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine;
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
I am not mad: I would to heaven I were!
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal ^note;
For being not mad but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself:
If I were mad, I should forget my son,
Or madly think a babe of clouts were he ^note:
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity.

K. Phi.
Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends ^note
Do glue themselves in sociable grief,
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves ^note,
Sticking together in calamity.

Const.
To England, if you will.

K. Phi.
Bind up your hairs.

Const.
Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?
I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud
‘O that these hands could so redeem my son,
As they have given these hairs their liberty!’
But now I envy at their liberty,
And will again commit them to their bonds,
Because my poor child is a prisoner ^note.
And ^note, father cardinal, I have heard you say
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:
If that be true ^note, I shall ^note see my boy again;
For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud
And chase the native beauty from his cheek
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him: therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand.
You hold too heinous a respect of grief.

Const.
He talks to me that never had a son.

K. Phi.
You are as fond of grief as of your child.

Const.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,

Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? ^note
Fare you well: had you ^note such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do. ^note
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Exit. ^note

K. Phi.
I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit. ^note

Lew.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And ^note bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's ^note taste ^note,
That it yields nought but shame ^note and bitterness.

Pand.
Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,
On their departure ^note most of all show evil:
What have you lost by losing of this day?

Lew.
All days of glory, joy and happiness.

Pand.
If you had won it, certainly you had.
No, no; when Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost
In this which he accounts so clearly won:
Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?

Lew.
As heartily as he is glad he hath him.

Pand.
Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.
Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;
For even the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
Out of the path which shall directly lead
Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark.
John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be
That, whiles ^note warm life plays in that infant's veins,
The misplaced John should entertain an hour ^note,
One minute ^note, nay, one quiet breath of rest.
A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand
Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd;
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:
That John may stand, then ^note Arthur needs must fall;
So be it, for it cannot be but so.

Lew.
But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?

Pand.
You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,
May then make all the claim that Arthur did.

Lew.
And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.

Pand.
How green you are and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots ^note; the times conspire with you;
For he that steeps his safety in true blood
Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.
This act so evilly born ^note shall cool the hearts
Of all his people and freeze up their zeal,
That none ^note so small advantage shall step forth
To check his reign ^note, but they will cherish it;
No natural exhalation in the sky,
No scope ^note of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his ^note natural cause

And call them meteors, prodigies and signs,
Abortives, presages and ^note tongues of heaven,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

Lew.
May be he will not touch young Arthur's life,
But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

Pand.
O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,
If that young Arthur be not gone already,
Even at that ^note news he dies; and then the hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change
And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks I see this hurly all on foot:
And, O, ^note what better matter breeds for you
Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity: if but a dozen ^note French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or ^note as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. O ^note noble Dauphin,
Go with me to the king: 'tis wonderful
What may be wrought out of their discontent,
Now that their souls are topful of offence. ^note
For England go: I will whet on the king.

Lew.
Strong reasons make ^note strong actions ^note: let us go:
If you say ay, the king will not say no. [Exeunt.

ACT IV. ^note Scene I. [Footnote: A room in a castle. ^note Enter Hubert and Executioners. ^note

Hub.
Heat me these irons hot; and look thou ^note stand
Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.

First Exec. ^note
I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.

Hub.
Uncleanly ^note scruples! fear ^note not you: look to't. [Exeunt ^note Executioners.
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter Arthur.

Arth.
Good morrow, Hubert.

Hub.
Good morrow, little ^note prince.

Arth.
As little prince, having so great a title
To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.

Hub.
Indeed, I have been merrier.

Arth.
Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France ^note,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,

So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
I should ^note be as ^note merry as the day is long;
And so I would be here, but that I doubt
My uncle practises more harm to me:
He is afraid of me and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
No, indeed ^note, is't ^note not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

Hub. [Aside ^note]
If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

Arth.
Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
That I might sit all night and watch with you:
I warrant ^note I love you more than you do me.

Hub. [Aside ^note]
His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. ^note [Aside ^note]
How now ^note, foolish rheum!
Turning dispiteous ^note torture ^note out of door! ^note
I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? is it not fair ^note writ?

Arth.
Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect ^note:
Must you with hot ^note irons burn out both mine eyes?

Hub.
Young boy, I must.

Arth.
And will you?

Hub.
And I will.

Arth.
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher ^note about your brows,
The best I had, a princess wrought it me,
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying, ‘What lack you?’ and ‘Where lies your grief?’
Or ‘What good love may I perform for you?’
Many a poor man's son would have lien ^note still
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
But you at your sick service ^note had a prince.
Nay, you may think my love was crafty love
And call it cunning: do, an if ^note you will:
If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,
Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes that never did nor ^note never shall
So much as frown on you.

Hub.
I have ^note sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Arth.
Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
And quench his ^note fiery indignation
Even in the matter ^note of mine innocence;
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard ^note than hammer'd iron? ^note
An if ^note an angel should have come to me
And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,

I would not have believed him,—no tongue but Hubert's. ^note

Hub.
Come forth. [Stamps ^note. Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c.
Do as I bid you do.

Arth.
O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

Hub.
Give me the iron ^note, I say, and bind him here.

Arth.
Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough ^note?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still ^note.
For heaven sake ^note, Hubert, let me not be bound!
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
I will not stir, nor wince ^note, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angerly ^note:
Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
Whatever torment you do put me to.

Hub.
Go, stand within; let me alone with him.

First Exec. ^note
I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt ^note Executioners.

Arth.
Alas, I then have chid away my friend!
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.

Hub.
Come, boy, prepare yourself.

Arth.
Is there no remedy?

Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes.

Arth.
O heaven, that there were but a mote ^note in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,

Any annoyance in that precious sense!
Then feeling what small things are boisterous there,
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.

Hub.
Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.

Arth.
Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: ^note
Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert;
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
So I may keep mine eyes: O, spare mine eyes,
Though to no use but still to look on you!
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold
And would not harm me.

Hub.
I can heat it, boy.

Arth.
No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief,
Being create for comfort, to be used
In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;
There is no malice in this burning ^note coal;
The breath of heaven hath blown his ^note spirit out
And stew'd repentant ashes on his ^note head.

Hub.
But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

Arth.
An if ^note you do, you will but make it blush
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:
Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes;
And like a dog that is compell'd to fight,
Snatch at his master that doth tarre ^note him on ^note.
All things that you should use to do me wrong
Deny their office: only you do lack
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends ^note,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking ^note uses.

Hub.
Well, see to live ^note; I will not touch thine eye ^note

For all the treasure that thine uncle owes ^note:
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.

Arth.
O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised ^note.

Hub.
Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

Arth.
O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.

Hub.
Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. Scene II. King John's palace. ^note Enter ^note King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords.

K. John.
Here once again we sit, once again crown'd ^note,
And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.

Pem.
This ‘once again,’ but that your highness pleased,
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off,
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Fresh expectation troubled not the land
With any long'd-for change or better state.

Sal.
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
To guard a title that was rich before,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue

Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Pem.
But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
And in the last repeating troublesome,
Being urged at a time unseasonable.

Sal.
In this the antique and well noted face
Of plain old form is much disfigured;
And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
Startles and frights consideration,
Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected ^note,
For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.

Pem.
When workmen strive to do better ^note than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness ^note;
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches set upon a little breach
Discredit more in hiding of the fault
Than did the fault ^note before it was so patch'd.

Sal.
To this effect, before you were new crown'd,
We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness
To overbear it ^note, and we are ^note all well pleased,
Since all and every part of what we would
Doth ^note make a stand at what your highness will ^note.

K. John.
Some reasons of this double coronation
I have possess'd you with and think them strong;
And more, more strong, then lesser is my fear, ^note

I shall indue you with: meantime but ask
What you would have reform'd that is not well,
And well shall you perceive how willingly
I will both hear and grant you your requests.

Pem.
Then I, as one that am the tongue of these
To sound the purposes of all their hearts,
Both for myself and them, but, chief of all,
Your safety, for the which myself and them ^note
Bend their best studies, heartily request
The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint
Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
To break into this dangerous argument,— ^note
If what in rest ^note you have in right ^note you hold ^note,
Why then your fears, which, as they say, attend
The steps of wrong, should ^note move you to mew up
Your tender kinsman and to choke his days
With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth
The rich advantage of good exercise?
That the time's enemies may not have this
To grace occasions, let it be our suit
That you ^note have bid us ask his liberty;
Which for our goods ^note we do no further ask
Than ^note whereupon our weal, on you ^note depending,
Counts it your weal he have his ^note liberty. Enter Hubert.

K. John.
Let it be so: I do commit his youth
To your direction. Hubert, what news with you? [Taking him apart. ^note

Pem.
This is the man should do the bloody deed;
He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:

The image of a wicked heinous fault
Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
Does ^note show the mood of a much troubled breast;
And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,
What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.

Sal.
The colour of the king doth come and go
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set ^note:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

Pem.
And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.

K. John. ^note
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand:
Good lords, although my will to give is living,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
He tells us Arthur is deceased to-night.

Sal.
Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.

Pem.
Indeed we heard how near his death he was
Before the child himself felt he was sick:
This must be answer'd either here or hence.

K. John.
Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

Sal.
It is apparent foul play ^note; and 'tis shame
That greatness should so grossly offer it:
So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell.

Pem.
Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
And find the inheritance of this poor child,
His little kingdom of a forced grave.
That blood which owed ^note the breadth ^note of all this isle,
Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while!
This must not be thus borne: this will break out
To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt. [Exeunt Lords. ^{note note}

K. John.
They burn in indignation. I repent:

There is no sure foundation set on blood,
No certain life achieved by others' death. ^note Enter ^note a Messenger.
A fearful eye thou hast: where is that blood
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
So foul a sky clears not without a storm:
Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France?

Mess.
From France to England. Never ^note such a power
For any foreign preparation
Was levied in the body of a land.
The copy of your speed is learn'd by them;
For when you should be told they do prepare,
The tidings comes ^note that they are all arrived.

K. John.
O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care ^note,
That such an army could be drawn in France,
And she not hear of it?

Mess.
My liege, her ear
Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April died
Your noble mother: and, as I hear, my lord,
The Lady Constance in a frenzy died
Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue
I idly heard; if true or false I know not.

K. John.
Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
O, make a league with me, till I have pleased
My discontented peers! What! ^note mother dead!
How wildly then walks my estate in France!
Under whose conduct came ^note those powers of France
That thou for truth givest out are landed here?

Mess.
Under the Dauphin ^note.

K. John.
Thou hast made me giddy
With these ill tidings. Enter ^note the Bastard and Peter of Pomfret.
Now, what says the world
To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff
My head with more ill news, for it is full.

Bast.
But if you be afeard ^note to hear the worst,
Then let the worst unheard fall on your head.

K. John.
Bear with me, cousin; for I was amazed
Under the tide: but now I breathe again
Aloft the flood, and can give audience
To any tongue, speak it of what it will.

Bast.
How I have sped among the clergy-men ^note,
The sums I have collected shall express.
But as I travell'd hither through the land,
I find the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear:
And here's a prophet, that I brought with me
From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
With many hundreds treading on his heels;
To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes,
That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
Your highness should deliver up your crown.

K. John.
Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?

Peter.
Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so.

K. John.
Hubert, away with him; imprison him;
And on that day at noon, whereon he says
I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd.
Deliver him to safety; and return,
For I must use thee. [Exit ^note Hubert with Peter.
O my gentle cousin,
Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived?

Bast.
The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it:
Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury,
With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,
And others more, going to seek the grave
Of Arthur, whom ^note they say is kill'd to-night
On your suggestion ^note.

K. John.
Gentle kinsman, go,
And thrust thyself into their companies ^note:
I have a way to win their loves again;
Bring them before me.

Bast.
I will seek them out.

K. John.
Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.
O, let me have no subject ^note enemies,
When adverse foreigners affright my towns
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,
And fly like thought from them to me again.

Bast.
The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. [Exit.

K. John.
Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.
Go after him; for he perhaps shall need
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
And be thou he.

Mess.
With all my heart, my liege. [Exit. ^note

K. John.
My mother dead! Re-enter Hubert. ^{note note}

Hub.
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.

K. John.
Five moons!

Hub.
Old men and beldams in the streets
Do prophesy 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 hearer'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 measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,
Told ^note of a many thousand warlike French
That were embattailed 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 fears?
Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?
Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause ^note
To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.

Hub.
No had ^note, my lord! why, did you not provoke me?

K. John.
It is the curse of kings to be attended
By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
To break within ^note the bloody house of life,
And on the winking of authority
To understand a law, to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
More upon humour than advised respect.

Hub.
Here is your hand and seal for what I did.

K. John.
O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth
Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal
Witness against us to damnation!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds

Make ^note deeds ill ^note done! Hadst ^note not thou been by,
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame,
This murder had not come into my mind:
But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,
Finding thee fit for bloody villany,
Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
And thou, to be endeared to a king,
Made ^note it no conscience to destroy a prince.

Hub.
My lord,—

K. John.
Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause
When I spake darkly what I purposed,
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,
As ^note bid me tell my tale in express words,
Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me:
But thou didst understand me by my signs
And didst in signs again parley with sin ^note;
Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,
And consequently thy rude hand to act
The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.
Out of my sight, and never see me more!
My nobles leave me; and my state is braved,
Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: ^note
Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,
Hostility and civil tumult reigns ^note
Between my conscience and my cousin's death.

Hub.
Arm you against your other enemies,
I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
Young Arthur is alive: this hand of mine

Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
Within this bosom never enter'd yet
The dreadful motion of a murderous ^note thought;
And you have slander'd nature in my form,
Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Than to be butcher of an innocent ^note child.

K. John.
Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
Throw this report on their incensed rage,
And make them tame to their obedience!
Forgive the comment that my passion made
Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
And foul imaginary ^note eyes of blood
Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
O, answer not, but to my closet bring
The angry lords with all expedient haste.
I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. [Exeunt. ^note Scene III. [Footnote: Before the castle. ^note Enter ^note 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 hath disguised 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 down. ^note
O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones:
Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones! [Dies. Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot.

Sal.
Lords, I will meet him at Saint ^note Edmundsbury:
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 ^note, a noble lord of France;
Whose private with me ^note of the Dauphin's love
Is much more general than these lines import.

Big.
To-morrow morning let us meet him then.

Sal.
Or rather then set forward; for 'twill be
Two long days' journey, lords, or ere ^note we meet. Enter ^note the Bastard.

Bast.
Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords!
The king by me requests your presence straight.

Sal.
The king hath dispossess'd himself of us:
We will not line his thin bestained ^note cloak ^note
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.
Whate'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;
Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.

Pem.
Sir, sir, impatience hath his ^note privilege.

Bast.
'Tis true, to hurt his ^note master, no man ^note else.

Sal. ^note
This is the prison. What is he lies here? [Seeing Arthur.

Pem.
O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.

Sal.
Murder, as hating what himself hath done,
Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.

Big.
Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave ^note,
Found it too precious-princely ^note for a grave.

Sal.
Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld ^note,
Or have you read or heard? or could you think?
Or do you almost think, although you see,
That ^note you do see? could thought, without this object,
Form such another? This is ^note the very top,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,
That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage
Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

Pem.
All murders past do stand excused in this:
And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
Shall give a holiness, a purity,
To the yet unbegotten sin of times ^note;
And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
Exampled by this heinous spectacle.

Bast.
It is a damned and a bloody work;
The graceless action of a heavy hand,
If that it be the work of any hand.

Sal.
If that it be the work of any hand! ^note
We had a kind of light what would ensue:
It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;

The practice and the purpose of the king:
From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
And breathing to his ^note breathless excellence
The incense of a vow, a holy vow,
Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
Never to be infected with delight,
Nor conversant with ease and idleness, ^note
Till I have set a glory to this hand ^note,
By giving it the worship of revenge.

Pem. Big.
Our souls religiously confirm thy words. ^noteEnter Hubert.

Hub.
Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.

Sal.
O, he is bold and blushes not at death.
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!

Hub.
I am no villain.

Sal.
Must I rob the law? ^note [Drawing his sword. ^note

Bast.
Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again.

Sal.
Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin.

Hub.
Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours:
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Lest I, by marking of ^note your rage, forget
Your worth, your greatness and nobility.

Big.
Out, dunghill! darest thou brave a nobleman?

Hub.
Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
My innocent life against an emperor.

Sal.
Thou art a murderer.

Hub.
Do not ^note 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.

Bast.
Keep the peace, I say.

Sal.
Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.

Bast.
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 ^note dead. Put up thy sword betime;
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

Big.
What wilt thou ^note do, renowned Faulconbridge?
Second a villain and a murderer?

Hub.
Lord Bigot, I am none.

Big.
Who kill'd this prince?

Hub.
'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep
My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.

Sal.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum ^note;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency ^note.
Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
The uncleanly savours ^note of a slaughter-house;
For I am stifled with this ^note smell of sin.

Big.
Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!

Pem.
There tell the king he may inquire us out. [Exeunt Lords. ^note

Bast.
Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work?
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert ^note.

Hub.
Do but hear me, sir.

Bast.
Ha! I'll tell thee what;
Thou'rt damn'd as black— ^notenay, nothing is so black;
Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer:
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.

Hub.
Upon my soul— ^note

Bast.
If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair;
And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to ^note strangle thee; a rush will be a beam
To hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyself ^note,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Enough to stifle such a villain up.
I do suspect thee very grievously.

Hub.
If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me.
I left him well. ^note

Bast.
Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
How easy dost thou take all England up!
From forth this morsel of dead royalty, ^note
The life, the right and truth of all this realm
Is fled to heaven; and England now is left
To tug and scamble ^note and to part by the teeth
The unowed interest of proud-swelling ^note state.

Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
Now powers from home and discontents at home
Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits,
As doth a raven on a sick-fallen ^note beast,
The imminent decay of wrested ^note pomp.
Now happy he whose cloak and cincture ^note 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 ^note hand,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. [Exeunt. ^note ACT V. ^note Scene I. [Footnote: King John's palace. ^note Enter King John, Pandulph ^note, and Attendants.

K. John.
Thus have I yielded up into your hand
The circle of my glory. [Giving the crown. ^note

Pand.
Take again
From this ^note my hand, a 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 ^note marches 'fore ^note we are inflamed.
Our discontented counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience,
Swearing allegiance and the love ^note of soul
To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
This inundation of mistemper'd ^note 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 ^note 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,
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war
And make fair weather in your blustering land.
On this Ascension-day, remember well,
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 received,
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 ^note up and down
The little number of your ^note 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 ^note the jewel of life ^note
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 ^note distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire ^note with fire;
Threaten the threatener 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 ^note, and run
To meet displeasure farther from the doors,
And grapple with him ere he comes so nigh.

K. John.
The legate of the pope hath been with me,
And I have made a happy peace with him;
And he hath promised to dismiss the powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Bast.
O inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders ^note and make compromise ^note,
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 ^note spread,
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms:
Perchance the cardinal cannot ^note 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. ^note Scene II. [Footnote: The Dauphin's Camp at St Edmundsbury. Enter, in arms, Lewis ^note, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke, Bigot, and Soldiers.

Lew.
My Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
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.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
A voluntary zeal and an ^note unurged 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 ^note revolt,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound
By making many. O, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side

To be a widow-maker! O, and there
Where honourable rescue and defence
Cries ^note out upon the name of Salisbury!
But such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong.
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends,
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
Were ^note born to see so sad an hour as this;
Wherein we step after a stranger march ^note
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Her enemies' ranks,—I must withdraw and weep
Upon the spot ^note of ^note this enforced cause,—
To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here? O nation, that thou couldst remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the ^note knowledge of thyself,
And grapple ^note thee unto a pagan shore;
Where these two Christian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein ^note of league,
And not to spend ^note it so unneighbourly!

Lew.
A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections ^note wrestling ^note in thy bosom
Doth ^note make an earthquake of nobility.
O, what a noble combat hast thou ^note fought
Between compulsion ^note and a brave respect!

Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this storm:
Commend these waters ^note to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enraged;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Full of warm ^note blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake: ^{note note} Enter Pandulph. ^note
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. ^note

Pand.
Hail, noble prince of France!
The next is this, King John hath reconciled
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 threatening 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 propertied,
To be a secondary at control,
Or useful serving-man and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars ^note
Between this chastised kingdom and myself,
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 ^note this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart;
And come ye 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? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,
To underprop this action? Is't not I
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out
‘Vive le roi!’ as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, no ^note, on my soul, it never shall be said.

Pand.
You look but on the outside of this work.

Lew.
Outside or inside, I will not return
Till my attempt so much be glorified
As to my ample hope was promised
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death. [Trumpet sounds. ^note
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? ^noteEnter the Bastard, attended. ^note

Bast.
According to the fair play ^note of the world,
Let me have audience; I am sent to speak:
My holy lord of Milan, from the king
I come ^note, to learn how you have dealt for him;
And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pand.
The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite ^note,
And will not temporize with my entreaties ^note;
He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms.

Bast.
By all the blood that ever fury breathed,
The youth says well. Now hear our English king;
For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
He is prepared, and reason too ^note he should:
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This harness'd masque and unadvised revel,
This unhair'd ^note sauciness and ^note boyish troops ^note,
The king doth smile at; and is well prepared
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy ^note arms,
From out the circle of his territories.

That hand which had the strength, even at your door,
To cudgel you and make you take the hatch,
To dive like buckets in concealed wells,
To crouch in litter of your stable planks,
To lie like pawns lock'd up in chests and trunks,
To hug ^note with swine, to seek sweet safety out
In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake
Even at the crying of your nation's crow ^note,
Thinking his ^note voice an armed Englishman;
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 aery towers ^note,
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts ^note,
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Of your dear mother England, blush for shame;
For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids
Like Amazons come tripping after drums,
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change ^note,
Their needles ^{note note} to lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.

Lew.
There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace;
We grant thou canst outscold us: fare ^note thee well;
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a brabbler ^note.

Pand.
Give me leave to speak.

Bast.
No, I will speak.

Lew.
We will attend to neither.
Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Plead for our interest and our being here.

Bast.
Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out;

And so shall you, being beaten: do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready braced
That shall reverberate all ^note as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall
As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand,
Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath used rather for sport than need,
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
A bare-ribb'd ^note death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.

Lew.
Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.

Bast.
And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. [Exeunt. ^note Scene III. [Footnote: The field ^note of battle. Alarums. ^note Enter King John and Hubert.

K. John.
How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.

Hub.
Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

K. John.
This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Enter a Messenger.

Mess.
My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your majesty to leave the field
And send him word by me which way you go.

K. John.
Tell him, toward Swinstead ^note, to the abbey there.

Mess.
Be of good comfort; for the great supply
That was expected by the Dauphin here,

Are ^note wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands.
This news was brought to Richard but even now:
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

K. John.
Ay me ^note! this tyrant fever burns me up,
And will not let me welcome this good news.
Set on toward Swinstead ^note: to my litter straight;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Exeunt. ^note Scene IV. [Footnote: Another ^note part of the field. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot.

Sal.
I did not think the king so stored with friends.

Pem.
Up once again; put spirit in the French:
If they miscarry, ^note we miscarry too.

Sal.
That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.

Pem.
They say King John sore sick hath left the field. Enter Melun, wounded.

Mel.
Lead me to the revolts of England here.