« EdellinenJatka »
333 But when her humorous ladyship is by That I have room with Rome to curse a while! To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Good father cardinal, cry thou, Amen, And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, thou,
(swear, There is no tongue hath power to curse him A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those re- Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, creant limbs.
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic; Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for And raise the power of France upon his head, thy life.
Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those re- Eli. Look’st thou pale, France? do not let creant limbs.
go thy hand. K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget Const. Look to that, devil! lest that Franca thyself.
repent, Enter PANDULPH.
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the
Bust. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant
limbs. pope. Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these To thee, king John, my holy errand is.
[wrongs, I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. And from pope Innocent the legate here,
K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the car. Do, in his name, religiously demand,
dinal? Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
Const. What should he say, but as the carSo wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce,
dinal ? Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference of Canterbury, from that holy see?
Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name, !
Or the light loss of England for a friend : Pope Innocent, I do deniand of thee.
Forego the easier. K. John. What earthly name to interrogato
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. ries,
Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempta Can task the free breath of a sacred king?
thee here, Thou canst not, cardinai, devise a name
In likeness of a new untrimmed* bride. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
her faith, Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of But from her need. England,
Const. O, if thou grant my need,
That need 'must needs infer this principle,
That faith would live again by death of need; So, under him, that great supremacy,
0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
up; Without the assistance of a mortal band : Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down. So tell the pope ; all reverence set apart,
K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers To him, and his usurp'd authority.
not to this K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme
Const. O, be remov'd from him, and answer in this.
well. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of
Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in
doubt. Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most
Pund. What can'st thou say, but will per-
plex thee more, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish ; If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd? Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose [foes.
h. Phi. Good reverend father, make my perAgainst the pope, and count his friends my
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Married in league, coupled and link'd togee And meritorious shall that hand be callid,
ther Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,
With all religious strength of sacred vows; That takes away by any secret course
The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Tby hateful life.
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love Const. 0, lawful let it be,
" When unadorn'd adorn'd the most. Do cft
Thomson's Autumn, 96
Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves;, So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
Bast. Will't not be ? Heaven knows, they were besmear’d and over- Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine stain'd
(paint Lew. Father, to arms! With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? The fearful difference of incensed kings: Against the blood that thou hast married ? And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd blood,
[drums,So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?* Clamours of hell,-be measures to our pomp? Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new heaven,
Is husband in my mouth!—even for that name, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er proAs row again to snatch our palm from palm; Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms (nounce, Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage Against mine uncle. Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, (bed Const. O, upon my knee, And make a riot on the gentle brow
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Of true sincerity? O holy Sir,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom My reverend faiher, let it not be so:
Fore-thought by heaven. Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What moSome gentle order; and then we shall be bless'a
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? To do your pleasure, and continue friends. Const. That which upholdeth him that thee Pund. All form is forinless, order orderless,
(honour! Save what is opposite to England's love. His honour: (), thine honour, Lewis, thine Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church!
Lew. I musef your majesty doth seem so Or let the church, our mother, breathe her
When such profound respects do pull you on. A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the K. Phi. Thou shalt not need:–England, I'll A cased lion by the mortal paw, (tongue,
fall from thee. A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty! Than keep in peace that hand which thou Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! dost hold.
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my
within this hour. faith.
Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to
sexton time, faith;
Is it as he will? well then, France shalt rue. And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath,
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with bloodl : Fair Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow
day, adieu ! First made to heaven, first be to heaven per- Which is the side that I must go withal? form’d;
I am with both : each army hath a band; That is, to be the champion of our church! And, in their rage, I having hold of both, What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thy- They whirl asunder, and dismember me. And may not be performed by thyself: (selt, Husband, I cannot pray that thou may’st win; For that, which thou hast sworn to do aniiss, Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st Is not amiss when it is truly done;
lose ; And being not done, where doing tends to ill, Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ; The truth is then most done not doing it: Grapdam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive : The better act of purposes mistook
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose ; Is, to mistake again; though indirect,
Assured loss, before the match be play’d. Yet indirection thereby grows direct, [fire, Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools
lies. Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there It is religion, that doth make vows kept;
my life dies. But thou hast sworn against religion;
K, John. Cousin, go draw our puissance By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou
[Erit Bastard swear'st;
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth A rage, whose heat hath this condition, Against an oath: The truth thou art unsure Than nothing can allay, nothing but blood, To swear, swear only not to be forsworn; The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. Else, what a mockery should it be to swear?
K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
thou shalt turn And most forsworo, to keep what thou dost | To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, K. John. No more than he that threats.- To Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:
arms lets hie!
[Exeunt. And better conquest never canst thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts SCENE II.-The same.- Plains near Angiets. Against those giddy loose suggestions: Upon which better part our prayers come in,
Alarums, Ercursions.- Enter the BASTARD,
with Austria's head. If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know, The peril of our curses light on thee;
Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows WOD•
drous hot; • Exchange of salutation,
Music for dancing. + Wonder. For
Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
And strain their cheeks to idlo merriment, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie A passion hateful to my purposes ;) While Philip breathes.
[there: Or if that thou could’si see me without eyes
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit* alone,
words; My mother is assailed in our tent,
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, And ta’en, I fear.
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her;
But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; Her highness is in safety, fear you not: And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me wel. But on, my liege: for very little pains
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undet Will bring this labour to a happy end.
By heaven, I'd do't.
K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st? Alarums į Excursions ; Retreat. Enter King Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thino JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, Hu
eye BERT, and Lords.
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall And, whersoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He is a very serpent in my way; (friend, stay behind,
He lies before me: Dost thou understand mer So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad:
Thou art his keeper.
(TO ARTHUR. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
Huh. And I will keep him so, As dear be to thee as thy father was.
That he shall not offend your majesty.
K. John. Death.
Hub. My lord ?
K. John. A grave.
Hub. He shall not live.
K. John. Enough.
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember. Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
--Madam, fare you well: Use our commission in his utmost force.
send those powers o'er to your majesty. Bast. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive
Eli. My blessing go with thee! me back,
K. John. For England, cousin : When gold and silver becks me to come on.
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray
With all true duty.--On toward Calais, ho"! (If ever I remember to be holy,)
[Exeunt. For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. SCENE IV.-The same.—The French King's Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
Tent. · K. John. Coz, farewell. (Exit BASTARD. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a
Enter King Philip, LEWIS, PANDULPA, and word. [She takes ARTHUR aside.
Attendants K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the Hubert,
A whole armadot of convicted sails [flood, We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
Pund. Courage and comfort! all shall yet'ĝo And with advantage means to pay thy love:
well. And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath K. Phi. What can go well, when we have Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
run so ill ? Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,- Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? But I will fit it with some better time.
Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham’d
slain? To say what good respect I have of thee. And bloody England into England gone, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. O’erbearing interruption, spite of France ? K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to Lew. What he hath won, that hath he forti. say so yet:
(slow, So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d, [fied: But thou shalt have; and creep, time ne'er só Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard, I had a thing to say,-But let it go:
Of any kindred action like to this? The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had Attended with the pleasures of the world,
this praise, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,t So we could find some pattern of our shame. To give me audience :-If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Enter CONSTANCE. Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a church-yard where we Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
Look, who comes here ! a grave unto a soul; stand, * And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; 1 pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.
In the vile prison of afflicted breath:Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Const, Lo, now! now see the issue of your Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the
K, Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gaze veins,
tle Constance ! Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
Fleet of war.
Const. No, I defy* all counsel, all redress, Pund. Yon hold too heinous a respect
child. Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent And I will kiss thy détestable bones;
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Come, grin on me; and I will think thou Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, smil'st,
I could give better comfort than you do, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, I will not keep this form upon my head, 0, come to me!
(Tearing off her Heud-dress. K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace.
When there is such disorder in my wit. Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! cry:
[mouth! My life, my joy, ny food, my all the world! O, that my tongue were in the thunder's My widow-coinfort, and my sorrows' cure! Then with a passion would I shake the world;
[Erit. And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,
K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
(Erit. Which scorns a modernt invocation.
Leu. There's nothing in the world; can Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not
make me joy :
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pand. If you have won it, certainly, you had.
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his pri.
For even the breath of what I mean to speak Const. To England, if you will.
Shall blow each dust, each straw, eachi little K. Phi. Bind up your hairs.
Out of the path which shall directly lead (rub,
veins, But now I envy at their liberty,
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:
thur's fall ?
wife, And he will look as hollow as a ghost; May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Is dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did, And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
(you : I shall not know him : therefore never, never John lays you plots; the times conspire with Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. For he, that steeps his safety in true blogu, Refuse. + Common. • Breathe. Graceful.
Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
bert. No natural exhalation in the sky,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prato No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : No common wind, no customed event, Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. But they will pluck away his natural cause,
(Aside And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale Abortives, présages, and tongnes of heaven,
to-day: Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. In sooth, I would you were a little sick; Lew. May be, he will not touch young Ar- That I might sit all night, and watch with you: thur's life,
I warrant, I love you more than you do me. But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Hub. His words do take possession of my Pand. (, Sir, when he shall hear of your
Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.) If that young Arthur be not gone already,
How now, foolish rheum! (Aside. Even at that news he dies: and then the hearts Turning dispiteous torture out of door! Of all his people shall revolt from him, I must be brief; lest resolution drop And kiss the lips of unacquainted change; Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.-And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, Can you not read it? is it not fair writ? Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Methinks, see ihis hurly all on foot; Must you with hot irons burn out both mine . And, O, what better matter breeds for you,
eyes? Than I have nam'd !-The bastard Faulcon- Hub. Young boy, I must. bridge
Arth. And will you ? Is now in England, ransacking the church, Hub. And I will. Offending charity : If but a dozen French Arth. Have you the heart? When your head Were there in arms, they would be as a call
did but ake, To train ten thousand English to their side; I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, And I did never ask it you again: Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful, And with my hand at midnight held your head; What may be wrought out of their discontent: And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Now that their souls are topfull of offence, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; For England go; I will whet on the king. Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions :
Or, What good love may I perform for you ? If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. Many a poor man's son would have lajn still,
[Exeunt. And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
But you at your sick service had a prince. ACT IV.
Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, SCENE I.--Northampton.-A Room in the And call it, cunning; Do, an if you will : Castle.
If heaven be pleas’d that you must use me ill, Enter HUBERT and two ATTENDANTS.
Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine
eyes ? Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, thou stand
So much as frown on you ? Within the arras :** when I strike my foot Hub. I have sworn to do it; Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth : And with hot irons must I burn them out. And bind the boy, which you shall find with Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would me,
do it! Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, 1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out Approaching near these eyes, would drink my the deed.
And quench his fiery indignation, (tears, Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: Even in the matter of mine innocence :
look to't. fExeunt ATTENDANTS. Nay, after that, consume away in rust, Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd Enter ARTHUR.
iron ? Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
An if an angel should have come to me, Hub. Good morrow, little prince.
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Arth. As little prince (having so great a title I would not have believ'd no tongue, but HuTo be more prince,) as may be. You are sad.
bert's. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Hub, Come forth.
[Stamps Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, no body should be sad but I: Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with Cord, Irons, &c. Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Do as I bid you do. Only for wantonness. By my christendoin,
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
are out, I should be as merry as the day is long;
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. And so I would be here, but that I doubt Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him My uncle practises more harm to me:
here. He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous
rough? • Tapestry.
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
Let us go;