No; know the gallant Monarch is in Arms, Lewis. There end thy Brave, and turn thy Face in Peace, We grant thou canft out-fcold us; fare thee well: We hold our time too precious to be spent With fuch a Babler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Baft. No, I will fpeak. Lewis. We will attend to neither: Strike up the Drums, and let the Tongue of War Baft. Indeed your Drums being beaten, will cry out? As loud as thine, rattle the Welkin's Ear, Lewis. Strike up our Drums, to find this danger out. [Exeunt. SCENE Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert. K. John. How goes the Day with us? Oh tell me, Hubert Hub. Badly, I fear; how fares your Majefty? K. John. This Feaver that hath troubled me fo long, Lyes heavy on me : oh, my Heart is fick. Enter a Messenger. Meff. My Lord, your valiant Kinfman, Faulconbridge, Defires your Majefty to leave the Field, And fend him word by me, which way you go. K. John. Tell him, toward Swinfted, to the Abby there: Are wrack'd three Nights ago on Goodwin Sands. SCENE IV. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot. [Exeunti Sal. I did not think the King fo ftor'd with Friends, Sal. That mif-begotten Devil, Faulconbridge, In fpight of fpight, alone upholds the Day. Pemb. They fay King John, fore fick, hath left the Field. Enter Melun wounded, Melan. Lead me to the Revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to Death. Melan's Melun. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold, Even on that Altar, where we fwore to you Sal. May this be poffible! May this be true? Which bleeds away, even as a Form of Wax Even with a treacherous Fine of all your Lives; Sal. We do believe thee, and befhrew my Soul, F Of Of this moft fair Occafion, by the which Leaving our Ranknefs, and irregular Course, Even to our Ocean, to our great King John. Right in thine Eye. Away, my Friends, new flight, And happy newnefs that intends old right. [Exeunt. Lewis. The Sun of Heav'n, methought, was loth to set ; But ftaid, and made the Western Welkin blush, When English measure backward their own Ground Melf. Where is my Prince, the Dauphin? Meff. The Count Melun islain; the English Lords And your Supply, which you have with'd fo long, Are caft away, and funk on Goodwin Sands. Lewis. Ah foul fhrewd News. Befhrew thy very Heart; I did not think to be fo fad to Night As this bath made me. Who was he that faid King John did fly an Hour or two before The ft mbling Night did part our weary Powers? Meff. Who ever fpoke it, it is true, my Lord. Lewis. Well; keep good Quarter, and good care to Night, The Day fhall not be up fo foon as I, To try the fair Adventure of to Morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE VI. Enter Baftard and Hubert feverally. Hab. Who's there? Speak, hoa, fpeak quickly, or I shoot. Baft. A Friend. What art thou? Hub. Of the part of England. Baft. Whither doft thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand of thine Affairs, Baft. Hubert, I think. Hub. Thou haft a perfect Thought: I will upon all Hazards well believe Thou art my Friend, that know'ft my Tongue fo well: Baft. Who thou wilt; and if thou please Thou may'ft be-friend me fo much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind Remembrance; thou, and endless Night, Have done me fhame; brave Soldier, pardon me, That any accent breaking from thy Tongue, Should fcape the true acquaintance of mine Ear. Baft. Come, come; fans complement, what News abroad? Hub. Why here walk I, in the black Brow of Night, To find you out. Baft. Brief then; and what's the News? Hub. O my fweet Sir, News fitting to the Night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Baft. Shew me the very Wound of this ill News, Hub. The King I fear is poifon'd by a Monk, Baft. How did he take it? Who did tafte to him? Baft. |