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I lusty lore should go in quest of beauty,
I will enforce it easily to my love. Where should he tind it fairer than in Blanch! Further I will not flatter you, my lord, If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
That all I see in you is worthy love, Where should he find it parer than in Blanch! Than this,--that nothing do I see in you If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? That I can find should merit any hate. (judge), Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birtla,
K. John. What say these young ones! What say Is the young Dauphin every way complete :
you, my niece ? If not complete, o say, he is noi she;
Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do And she again wants nothing, to name want; What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. If want it be not, that she is not he:
K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you He is the half part of a blessed man,
love this lady! Left to be finished by such a she
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love ; And she a fair divided excellevce,
For I do love
her most unfeignedly. [Maine, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, o, two such silver currents, when they join, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
With her to thee; and this addition more, And two such shores to two such streams made one, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. Two such controlling bounds sball you be, kings, Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, To these two princes, if you marry them.
Command thy son and daughter to join hands. This union shall do more than battery can,
K. Phil. It likes us well ;-Young princes, close To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match,
your hands. With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
That I did so, when I was first assur'd. And give you entrance : but, without this match, K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Let in that amity which you have made ;
For at saint Mary's chapel, presently,
Is not the lady Constance in this troop!-
I know, she is not ; for this match, made up,
Her presence would have interrupted much :That shakes the rotten carcass of old death
Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows. Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth, indeed, Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness' That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas;
[made, Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we have As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
Will give her sadness very little cure.What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
Brother of England, how may we content He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; This widow lady? In her right we came; He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, Our ears are cadgel'd; not a word of his,
To our own vantage. But buffets better than a fist of France :
We will heal op all : Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, Since I first call's my brother's father, dad.
And earl of Richmond ; and this rieb fair town Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match ; We make him lord of.- Call the lady Constance ; Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
Some speedy messenger bid her repair For by this kuot thou shalt so surely tie
To our solemnity :-I trust we shall, Thy now ansur'd assurance to the crown,
If not till up the measure of her will, That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Yet in some measure satisfy her so, The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
That we shall stop her exclamation. I see a yielding in the looks of France ;
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, Mark, bow they whisper: urge them while their souls To this unlook'd for, un prepared pomp. Are capable of this ambition :
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. The Citizens Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
retire from the Walls. Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Bast. Mad world! mad kings I mad composition ! Cool and congeal again to what it was.
Juhn, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties Hath willingly departed with a part: This friendly treaty of our threatend town?
And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for Whom zeal and charity brought to the tield, To speak unto this city What say you ! (ward first As God's own soldier), rounded in the ear
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; Can in this book of beauty read, I love, (soo, That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith; Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen :
That daily break vow; he that wins of all, For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, of kings, of beggars, old nen, young men, maids ;And all that we upon this side the sea
Who having no external thing to lose (Except this city, now by us besieg'd),
But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of that; Find liable to our crown and dignity,
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity, Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich Commodity, the bias of the world; In titles, honours, and promotions,
The world, who of itself is peised well, As she in beauty, education, blood,
Made to run even, upon even ground; Holds hand with any princess of the world,
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, K. Phi. What says thou, boy I look in the lady's This sway of motion, this commodity,
Lew. I do, my lord ; and in her eye I find [face. Makes it take head from all indifferency, A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent: The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;
And this same bias, this commodity, Which being but the shadow of your son,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow: Clapp'd on the outward eye of tickle France, I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, Till now infixed I beheld myself,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.-
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow ! Not that I bave the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm :
(be, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! (Exit.
[Rising. SCENE I. The same. The French King's Tent. What hath this day desery's ? what hath it done; Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.
That it in golden letters should be set,
This day of slame, oppression, perjury:
Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, It cannot be ; thou dost but say, 'tis so:
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word
But on this day, let seameu fear no wreck ; Is but the vain breath of a common man:
No bargains break, that are not this day made : Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
This day all things began come to ill end; I have a king's oath to the contrary,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause For I am sick, and capable of fears ;
To curse the fair proceedings of this day : Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
Have I not pawn' to you my majesty ? A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ;
Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit, A woman, naturally born to tears;
Resembling majesty; which, being toach'd, and tried, And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest,
Proves valueless : You are fors worn, forsworn; With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,
You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, But they will quake and tremble all this day,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
The grappling vigoar and rough frown of war, Why dost thoa look so sadly on my son !
Is cold in amity and painted peace, What means that hand upon that breast of thine !
And our oppression bath made up this league :Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings ! Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ?
A widow cries: be husband to me, beavens !
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings! Sal. As trne, as, I believe, you think them false, Hear me, 0, hear me !
Aust. That give you cause to prove my saying true.
Lady Constance, peace. Const. o, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Const. War! war! no peace ! peace is to me a war. Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
O Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost shame And let belief and life encounter so,
That bloudy spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Thou little valiant, great in villany!. [coward; Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Lewis marry Blanch! o, boy, then where art thou ? Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight France friend with England! what becomes of me!
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety ! thou art perjar'd too,
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done,
A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, But spoke the harm that is by others done!
Upon my party! Thou cold blooded slave, Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side! As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content.
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant linbs. Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Aust. O, that a man should speak those words to Patch'd with foal moles, and eye-offending marks,
(limbs. I would not care, I then would be content ;
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant
limbs. But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy ! Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great:
K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thyself. of nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
Enter Pandulph. And with the half-blown rose: but fortune, O!
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; She adulterates bourly with thine uncle John ;
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To thee, king John, my holy errand is. To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
of fair Milan cardinal,
And from pope Innocent, the legate here,
Do, in his name, religiously demand,
Why thoa against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spuro ; and, force perforce,
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop
of Canterbury, from that holy see?
This, in oar 'foresaid holy father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
. John. What earthly name to interrogatories, I may not go without you to the kings.
Const. Thou mayst, thou shalt, I will not go with Can task 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.
Tell hin this tale; and from the mouth of England,
And thus much more,-- That no Italian priest That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Shail tithe or toll in our dominious; Can hold it up : here I and sorrow sit;
But as we under heaven are supreme head, Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. [She throws herself on the Grounil. So, under him, that great supremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Without the assistance of a mortal hand :
Elinor, Bastard, Austria, ant Attendants. So tell the pope; all reverence set apart, K. Phi, "Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed to him, and his usorp'd authority, Ever in France sball be kept festival: [day, K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
K. John. Thoagh you, and ail the kings of ChristenStays in his course, and plays the alchemist; Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, [dvin, Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, Dreading the curse that money inay buy out; The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold : And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, The yearly course, that brings this day about, Parchase corrupted pardon of a man, Shall never see it but a holiday.
Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself:
Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led,
Save what is opposite to England's love. This juggling witcheraft with revenue cherish; Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church ! Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. A mother's corse, on her revolting son.
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate :
A cased lion by the mortal paw, And blessed shall be be, that doth revolt
A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, From his allegiance to an heretic;
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,
Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith; That takes away by any secret course
And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Thy hateful life.
Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow Const. 0, lawfullet it be,
First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd ; That I have room with Roine to carse awhile ! That is, to be the chainpion of our church ! Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen,
What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thyself, To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, And may not be performed by thyself: There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss,
Pand. There's law, and warrant, lady, for my curse. Is not amiss, when it is truly done :
Cunst. And for mine too; when law can do no right, And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
The truth is then most done not doing it :
Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
And falsehood, falsehood cures; as tire cools tire, Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. Let go the hand of that arch-beretic;
It is religion, that doth make vows kept; And raise the power of France upon his head, Bat thou bast sworn against religion ; Unless he do submit himself to Rome. (hand. By what thou swear'st,against the thing thou swear'st;
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go thy And mak'st an oath the sarety for thy truth
Const. Look to that, desil! lest that France repeni, Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
To swear, swear only not to be forsvorn; Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Else what a mockery should it be to swear! Bast. And bang a call's-skin on his recreant limbs. But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore, thy tatter vows, against thy first,
Lero. Bethink you, father; for the difference Against those giddy loose suggestions :
Upon which better part our prayers come in, Or the light loss of England for a friend :
If thou vouchsafe them ; but, if not, then know, Forego the easier.
The peril of our curses light on thee;
That's the curse of Rome. So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
Will’t not be ? But from her need,
(taith, Will not a call's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? Const. 0, if thou grant my need,
Lew. Father, to arms! Which only lives hut by the death of faith,
Upon thy wedding-day! That need must needs infer this principle,
Against the blood that thou hast married ?
K. John. The king is mor'd, and answers not to this. O husband, hear me !--ah, alack, how pew
Against mine uncle.
0, upon my knee,
[may And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. (yours, Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What notive This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife! And the conjunction of our in ward souls
Const. That which upholdeth him thatthee upholds, Married in league, coupled and link'd together His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour With all religious strength of sacred vows;
Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold, The latest breath that gave the sound of words, When such profound respects do pull you on. Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves;
K. Phi. Tbou shalt not need :--England, I'll fall And even before this trace, but new before,
from thee. No longer than we well could wash our hands,
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty! To clap this royal bargain up of peace,-----
Eli, O foul revolt of French inconstaney! Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd K. John. Frajoe, thou sbalt rue this hour within With slaughter's pencil ; where revenge did paint
this hour. The fearful difference of incensed kings:
Bast. Old Time, the clock-setter, that bald sexton, And shall these hands, so lately purg of blood, Is it as he will? well then France shall rae. [Time, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day, Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet!
Which is the side that I must go witball (adieu !
And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose; And make a riot on the gentle brow
Father, I may not wish the fortane ibine ; of true sincerity ? O holy sir,
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: My reverend father, let it not be so :
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose ; Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Assured loss, before the match be play'd. Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my Pand. All form is forunless, order orderless,
K.John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together. I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
[Exit Bastard. But alı, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; And, by my troth, I think, thon lor'st me well. A rage, whose heat hath this condition,
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
Do not I know, thou wouldst? shalt turn
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what, my friend, Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
He is a very serpent in my way; K. John. No more than he that threats.--To arms And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, let's hie!
[Exeunt. He lies before me : Dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper. SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers. Hub.
And I will keep him so, Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with That be shall not offend your majesty. Austria's Head.
K. John. Death.
Hub. Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous
My lord ?
He shall not live. While Philip breathes.
I could be merry now : Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
Eli. My blessing go with thee!
For England, cousin : Her bighness is in safety, fear you not ;
Hubert shall be your man, attend ou you But on, my liege; for very little pains
With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt.
[Exeunt. SCENE III. The same.
SCENE IV. The same. The French King's Tent. Alarums, Excursions, Retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and
Altendants. K. John. So shall it be ; your grace shall stay behind,
*K. Phi. So, by a roaring tenpest on the flood,
A whole armado of convicted sait So strongly gaarded.--Cousin, look not sad:
Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
Pand. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go well. As dear be to thee as thy father was.
K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief.
Are we pot beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Cousin [To the Bastard), away for Eng. And bloody England into England gone,
Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain ? land; haste before : And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ! Of hoarding abbots: angels imprisoned
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortifed : Set thoo at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd; Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Use our commission in his utmost torce.
Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard, Bast. Bell, book, and candle, sball not drive me
of any kindred action like to this? (praise, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray
So we could find some pattern of onr shame. (If ever I remeinber to be holy)
Enter Constance, For your fair safety; so I kiss yoar band.
Look, who comes here I a grave unto a soul; Eli Farewell, my gentle cousin.
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, K. John.
In the vile prison of alicted breath :
[Exit Bastard. 1 pr'ythee, lady, go away with me. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman ; hark, a word. Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace !
[She takes Arthur aside. K. PL. Patience, good lady ! comfort, gentle ConK. John. Come hitler, Hubert. O my gentle Ha Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, (stance ! We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh [bert, Bat that wbich ends all counsel, true redress, There is a sonl, counts thee her creditor,
Death, death:- amiable, lovely death! And with advantage means to pay thy love :
Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness! And, my good friend, thy volantary oath
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Thou hate and terror to prosperity, Give my thy hand. I had a thing to say,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones; But I will fit it with some better time.
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows; By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
And ring these fingers with thy household worms; To say what good respect I have of thee.
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. [yet: And be a carrion monster like thyself:
K. John: Good friend, thou hast no canse to say so Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.
o, come to me! I had a thing to say,-But let it go :
K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :Attended with the pleasures of the world,
0, that my tongue were in the thunder's monti! Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
Then with a passion would I shake the world ; To give me audience :-If the midnight bell
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Sound one unto the drowsy race night;
Which scorns a modern invocation. If this same were a church-yard where we stand, Pand, Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
I am not mad : this hair I tear, is mine; Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick My name is Constance ; I was Geffrey's wife; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Young Arthur is iny son, and he is lost : Making that idiot, langhter, keep mer's eyes, I am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were ! And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: A passion hateful to my purposes);
0, if I could, what grief should I forget !-Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
Preach some philosophy to make me mad, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself;
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. If I were mad, I should forget my son
Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he :
world! I am not mad ; too well, too well I feel
John lays you plots; the times conspire with you : The different plague of each calamity.
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts
To check his reign, but they will cherish it i Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
No natural exhalution in the sky, Sticking together in calamity.
No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, Const. To England, if you will.
No comm ind, no customed event, K. Phi.
Bind up your hairs. Bat they will pluck away his natural cause, Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it! And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven, O that these hand's could so redeem my son,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. As they have given these hairs their liberty!
Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life, But now I envy at their liberty,
But hold himself safe in his prisonment. And will again commit them to their bonds,
Pand. 0, sir, when he shall bear of your approach, Because my poor child is a prisoner.
If that young Arthur be not gone already, And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,
Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:
Of all his people shall revolt from him, If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; Por, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, To bim that did but yesterday suspire,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. There was not such a gracious creature boro.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot; But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud,
And, 0, what better matter breeds for you, And chase the native beauty from his check,
Than I have nau'd !--The bastard Paulconbridge And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
Is now in England, ransacking the church, As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
Ofending charity: If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let Pats on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Il you say, ay, the king will not say, no: [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room in the Castle. I will not keep this form npon my head,
Enter Hubert, and two Altendants. [ Tearing off her Head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit,
Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look tion 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, [Erit.
Fast to the chair: be heedful; hence, and watch. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the
deed. Lex: 'There's nothing in this world, can make me Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you : lock [joy:
to't. Vexing the doll ear of a drowsy man;
(Exeunt Attendants. And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste,
Young lad, come forth; I have say with you. That it yields naught, but shame and bitterness.
Enter Arthur. Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Even in the instant of repair and health,
Good morrow, little prince. The fit is strongest ; evils, that take leave,
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title On their departure, most of all show evil:
To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. What have you lost by losing of this day!
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness, Arth.
Mercy on me! Pand. If you had won it, certainly you had. Methiuks, nobody should be sad but I: No, no : wlien fortune means to men inost good, Yet, I remember, when I was in France, She looks opon them with a threatening eye. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, "Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost Only for wantonness. By my christendom, Ta this which he accounts so clearly won :
So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner? I should be as inerry as the day is long; Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. And so I would be bere, but that I doubt
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. My uucle practises more harm to me : Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;
He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son ?
I were your son, so you would love me, Hobert. Thy foot to England's throne ; and, therefore, mark. Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate John bath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. [ Aside The misplac'u John should entertain an hour,
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ! you look pale to-day : One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest :
In sooth, I would you were a little sick; A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
That I might sit all night, and watch with you : Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd; I warrant, I love you more than you do me. And lie, that stands upon a slippery place,
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up :
Read here, young Arthur. (Showing a Paper] low That John may stand, then Arthur needs 'wust fall;
now, foolish rheum?
[ Asiile So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Turning dispiteous torture out of door! Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? I must be brief; lest resolution drop,
Pand. You in the right of lady Blunch, your wife, Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.-May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ!