To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; To hug with swine; to seck sweet safety out To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.— Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace; We grant thou canst outscold us: fare thee well; We hold our time too precious to be spent Bast. No, I will speak. Lew. Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest, and our being here. We will attend to neither. Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, : SCENE III.-The same. A Field of Battle. 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! Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Desires your majesty to leave the field, Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French: If they miscarry, 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, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of Eugland here. Sal. When we were happy we had other names. Pem. It is the count Melun. Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, Unthread the rude eye. Theobald corrupted this passage into "untread the rude way," he turned, by an easy And welcome home again discarded faith. Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax I say again, if Lewis do win the day, Already smokes about the burning crest Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form process, the poetry into prose. Malone, who agrees in the restoration of the passage, says Shakspere "was evidently th aking of the eye of a needle," and he calls this, therefore, a humble metaphor. Nothing, it appears to us, is humble in poetry that conveys an image forcibly and distinctly; and "the eye of a needle" by the application of the poet may become dignified. But the word thread, perhaps metaphorically, is used to convey the meaning of passing through anything intricate, narrow, difficult. We will untread the steps of damned flight; And calmly run on in obedience, Even to our ocean, to our great king John. And happy newness, that intends old right. Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? By his persuasion, are again fallen off: Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very heart! I did not think to be so sad to-night, As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said, King John did fly, an hour or two before The day shall not be up so soon as I, [Exeunt. a When English measure. So the original. Rowe and Pope altered it to "When th' English measur'd." b Tottering. Steevens reads tatter'd-Malone tattering. The original tottering was the same as tattering, of which Capell gives an example in his 'School of Shakspere,' p. 54. 63 SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neighbour hood of Swinstead-Abbey. Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. Bast. A friend.-What art thou? Of the part of England. Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Hub. I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : I left him almost speechless, and broke out To acquaint you with this evil; that you might The better arm you to the sudden time, Than if you had at leisure known of this. Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? Eyeless night. The original reads endless. Shakspere has, in other passages, applied the epithet endless to night, but using night metaphorically. Here, where the meaning is literal, eyeless may be preferred. The emendation was made by Theobald. Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come back, And brought prince Henry in their company; At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, And they are all about his majesty. Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, And tempt us not to bear above our power! [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The Orchard of Swinstead- Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his brain pure (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellinghouse,) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Enter PEMBROKE. Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds belief, That being brought into the open air a [Exit BIGOT. In their continuance, will not feel themselves. With many legions of strange fantasies; I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, a Invisible. So the original. Some modern editors read insensible. The question occupies four pages of discussion in the commentators. The meaning of invisible is, we take it, unlooked at, disregarded. It would not out at windows, nor at doors. P. Hen. How fares your majesty? K. John. Poison'd,-ill-fare ;-dead, forsook, cast off: And none of you will bid the winter come, To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, And comfort me with cold:--I do not ask you much, I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay! Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, To do the office for thee of revenge; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, Where be your powers? Shew now your mended faiths; And instantly return with me again, To push destruction, and perpetual shame, The Dauphin rages at our very heels. Sal. It seems. you know not then so much as we: The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Bast. Let it be so:-And you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; For so he will'd it. Bast. |