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No scape of nature, no distemper’s day,
Oat at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.No common wird, no customed event,
Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ? But they will pluck away his natural cause,
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven, Hub. Young boy, I must. Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
And will you? Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's
And I will. life,
Arth. Have you the beart? When your head But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
did but ake,
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Methinks, I see this burly all on foot;
Or, What good love may I perform for you? And, 0, what better matter breeds for you, Many a poor man's son would have lain still, Than I bave nam'd !—The bastard Faulconbridge And 'ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; Is now in England, ransacking the church, But you at your sick service had a prince. Offending charity: If but a dozen French Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, Were there in arms, they would be as a call And call it, cunning; Do, an if you will: To train ten thousand English to their side; If heaven be pleas'd, that you must use me ill, Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine eyes ? Anon becomes a mountain. Onoble Dauphin, These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, Go with me to the king : 'Tis wonderful,
So much as frown on you? What may be wrought out of their discontent: Hub.
I have sworn to do it; Now that their souls are topfull of offence,
And with hot irons must I burn them out. For England go; I will whet on the king.
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, us go;
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. (Exeunt. And quench his fiery indignation,
Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
Are you more stubboru-hard than hammer'd iron ? Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thon An if an angel should have come to me,
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, stand Within the arras: when I strike my foot
I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's.
Hub. Come forth. Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth;
(Stamps.) And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Re-enter Altendants, with cords, irons, &c. Fast to the chair : be beedful: bence, and watch. 1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the Do as I bid you do. deed.
Arth. 0, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
are out, to't.
[Ereunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous-rough? Enter ARTHUR,
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Hub.
Jittle prince. Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, Arth. As little prince (having so great a title And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; To be more prince,) as may be.—You are sad. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Nor look upon the iron angerly : Arth.
Mercy on me! Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Methinks, nobody should be sad but I;
Whatever torment you do pat me to Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
1 Attend. I am best pleas’d to be from such a Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
[Exeunt Attendants. So I were oat of prison, and kept sheep,
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; I should be as merry as the day is long :
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :And so I would be here, but that I doubt
Let him come back, that bis compassion may My uncle practises more harm to me;
Give life to yours. He is afraid of me, and I of him :
Come, boy, prepare yourself. Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son?
Arth. Is there no remedy? No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes. I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Arth. O heaven!--that there were but a mote
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to- Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there,
tongue. Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Read bere, young Arthur. (Showing a paper.) How Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: now, foolish rheum!
(Aside.) Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert! Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, I must be brief; lest resolution drop
So I may keep mine eyes; 0, spare mine eyes;
Though to no ase, but still to look on you ! To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd;
Since all and every part of what we would,
Doth make a stand at wbat your highness will. Hub.
I can heat it, boy. K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation Arth.No,in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, I have possess'd you with, and think them strong; Being create for comfort, to be us’d
And more, more strong, (when lesser is my fear,) In undeserv'd extremes: See else yourself; I shall endue you with : Mean time, but ask There is no malice in this burning coal;
What you would have reform'd, that is not well; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And well shall you perceive, how willingly And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
I will both hear and grant you your requests. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Pem. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these, Arth. And if
yon do; you will but make it blush, To sound the purposes of all their hearts,) And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: Both for myself and them, (bat, chief of all, Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; Your safety, for the which myself and them And, like a dog, that is compellid to fight, Bend their best studies,) heartily request Snatch at his master, that doib tarre him on. The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint All things, that you should use to do me wrong, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent Deny their office : only you do lack
To break into this dangerous argument, That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, If, what in rest you bave, in right you hold, Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Why then your fears, (wbich, as they say, attend
Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes The steps of wrong, ) should move you to mew up For all the treasure that thine uncle owes :
Your tender kinsinan, and to choke his days Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth With this same very iron to burn them out. The rich advantage of good exercise ?
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this That the time's enemies may not have this You were disguised.
[wbile To grace occasions, let it be our suit, Hub.
Peace : no more. Adieu; That you have bid us ask his liberty; Your uncle must not know but you are dead : Which for our goods we do no further ask, I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Than whereupon our weal, on yon depending, And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Counts it your weal, he have his liberty.. That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth Will not offend thee.
Enter HUBERT. Arth. O heaven!—I thank you, Hubert. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you?
Hub. Silence ; no more: Go closely in with me; Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed; Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine : SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the
The image of a wicked heinous fault
Lives in bis eye; that close aspect of bis
Does show the mood of a much troubled breast;
Between his purpose and his conscience, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: Pem. This once again, but that your highness His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. pleas'd,
Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue thence Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before, The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. And that bigh royalty was pe'er pluck'd off; K.John. We cannot hold mortality'sstrong hand:The faiths of men de er stained with revolt; Good lords, although my will to give is living, Fresh expectation troubled not the land,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead: With any long’d-for change, or better state. He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night.
Sal. Therefore, to bepossess'd with double pomp, Sal. Indeed, we fear'd bis sickness was past cure. To guard a title that was rich before,
Pem. Indeed, we heard how near bis death he was, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
Before the child himself felt he was sick: To throw a perfume on the violet,
This must be answer'd either here, or hence. To smooth the ice, or add another hue
K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Have I commandment on the pulse of life? Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done, Sal. It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame, This act is as an ancient tale new told;
That greatness should so grossly offer it: And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
So thrive it in your game and so farewell. Being urged at a time unseasonable.
Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face And find the inheritance of this poor child, Of plain old form is much disfigured :
His little kingdom of a forced grave. And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
That blood, which ow'd the breadth of all this isle, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while ! Startles and frights consideration;
This must not be thus borne: this will break out Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
[Eseunt Lords. Pem. When workmen strive to do better than well, K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; They do confound their skill in covetousness : There is no sure foundation set in blood; And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
No certain life achiev'd by others' death.Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;
Enter a Messenger. As patches, set upon a little breach,
A fearful eye thou hast: Where is that blood, Discredit more, in hiding of the fault,
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
So foul a sky clears not without a storin: Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, Pour down thy weather:- How goes all in France? We breath'd our counsel: but it pleas'd your Mess. From France to England. - Never such a higliness For any foreign preparation,
Was levied in the body of a land !
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; of your speed is learn'd by them; And be thou he. For, when you should be told they do prepare,
Mess. With all my heart, my liege. [Exit. The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd.
K. John. My mother dead! K. John. 0, where hath our intelligence been
Re-enter HUBERT. drunk? Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care? Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen That such an army could be drawn in France,
to-night: And she not bear of it!
Four fixed ; and the fifth did whirl about Mess.
My liege, her ear The other four, in wond'rous motion. Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died
K. John, Five moons? Your noble mother : And, as I hear, my lord,
Hub. Old men, and beldams, in the streets The lady Constance in a frenzy died
Do propheoy upon it dangerously: Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: I idly heard; if true, or false, I know not. And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadfal occasion! And whisper one another in the ear; O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd And he, that speaks, doth gripe the learer's wrist; My discontented peers ! - What! mother dead? Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, How wildly then walks my estate in France ! With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. Under whose conduct came those powers of France, I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Tbat thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here?
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, Mess. Under the Dauphin.
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble baste K.John.
Thou hast made me giddy Had falsely thrust upon contráry feet,). With these ill tidings.---Now, what says the world Told of a many thousand warlike French, To your proceedings ? do not seek to stuff
Tbat were embatteled and rank'd in Kent: My head with more ill news, for it is full.
Another lean unwash'd artificer Bast. Bat if you be afeard to hear the worst, Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd
these fears? Under the tide : but now I breathe again
Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? Aloft the flood; and can give audieuce
Thy hand hath murder'd bim: I had mighty cause To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen, Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not The sums I have collected shall express.
provoke me? But, as I travelled hither through the land,
K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended I find the people strangely fantasied;
By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams; To break within the bloody house of life: Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear: And, on the winking of authority, And here's a prophet, that I brought with me To understand a law; to know the meaning From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns With many hundreds treading on his heels; More upon humour than advis d respect. To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. That, ere the next Ascension-day, at noon,
K. John. 0, when the last account 'twixt heaven Your highness should deliver up your crown.
Witness against us to damnation !
K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him; Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by,
This murder had not come into my mind: For I must ase thee.—0 my gentle cousin, But, taking note of thy abborr'd aspect,
[Exit Hubert with Peter. Finding thee fit for bloody, villainy, Hear'st thon the news abroad, who are arriv'd ? Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger, Bast. The Frenoh, my lord; men's mouths are I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; fall of it:
And thou, to be endeared to a king, Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. (With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,)
Hub, My lord, And others more, going to seek the grave
K. John. Hadst thon but shook thy head, or Of Arthur, who, they say, is killid to-night
made a pause, On your suggestion.
When I spake darkly what I purposed;
Or turn’d'an eye of doubt upon my face
As bid me tell my tale in express words; I have a way to win their loves again;
Deep shame had struck me dumb,made me break off, Bring them before me.
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me: Bast.
I will seek them out. But thou didst understand me by my signs, K. John. Nay, but make haste: the better foot And didst in signs again parley with sin; before.
Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, 0, let me bave no subject enemies,
And, consequently, thy rude hand to act When adverse foreigners affright my towns The deed, which both our toogues held vile to name. With dreadful pomp of stout invasion !
Out of my sight, and never see me more! Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels;
My nobles leave me ; and my state is bray'd, And fly, like thought, from them to me again. Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers : Bast. The spirit of the time sball teach me speed. Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
[Exit. This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, K.John. Spoke like a spriteral noble gentleman. Hostility and civil tumult reigns Go after bim; for he, perhaps, shall need Between my conscience, and my cousin's death.
Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, That you do see ? could thought, without this object, I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
Form such another? This is the very top, Young Arthur is alive: This band of mine The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Is yet a maiden and an innocent band,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest sbame,
That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage,
Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this : Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
And this, so sole, and so unmatchable, Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Shall give a holiness, a purity, Than to be butcher of an innocent cbild.
To the yet unbegotten sin of time; K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest, the peers,
Exampled by this heinous spectacle. Throw this report on their incensed rage,
Basi. It is a damned and a bloody work; And make them tame to their obedience!
The graceless action of a heavy hand, Forgive the comment, that my passion made If that it be the work of any hand. Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
Sal. If that it be the work of any band? And foul imaginary eyes of blood
We bad a kind of ligbt, what would ensue: Presented thee more hideous than thou art. It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; 0, answer not; but to my closet bring
The practice, and the purpose, of the king :The angry lords, with all expedient haste :
From whose obedience I forbid my soul, I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. (Exeunt. Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, SCENE III.-The same. Before the Castle.
And breathing to his breathless excellence
The incense of a vow, a boly vow;
Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
Pem.Big.Our souls religiously confirm thy words. If I get down, and do not break my limbs,
Enter HUBERT. I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you. As good to die, and go, as die, and stay.
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. (Leaps down.)
Sal. O, he is bold, and blashes not at death :O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
Hub. I am no villain.
Must I rob the law ? Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and Bigot.
(Drawing his sword.) Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; pat it up again. Bury;
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. It is our safety, and we must embrace
Hub. Stand back,lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; This gentle offer of the perilous time.
By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours : Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal? | I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Sal. The count Melun, a noble lord of France;
Nor tempt the danger of my trae defence; Whose private with me, of the Dauphin's love,
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Is much more general than these lines import.
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.
Big. Out, dungbill! dar’st thou brave a nobleman? Sal. Or, rather then set forward : for 'twill be
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet.
My innocent life against an emperor.
Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Do not prove me so; Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, lords!
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. The king, by me, requests your presence straight. Pem, Cut him to pieces. Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us; Bast.
Keep the peace, I say. We will not line his thin bestained cloak
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. With our pure honours, nor attend the foot,
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: That leaves the print of blood where-e'er it walks: If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, I'll strike thee dead.' Pat up thy sword betime; were best.
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now. That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Bast. But there is little reason in your grief; Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. Second a villain, and a murderer?
Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Who kill'd this prince? Sal. This is the prison: What is be lies here? Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
(Seeing Arthur.) I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep Pem. O death, made proud with pure and My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. princely beauty!
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, The earth hath not a liole to hide this deed.
For villainy is not without such rheum;
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Or have you read, or heard? or could you think? Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. Or do you almost think, althonih vou see,
Bast. Here's a good world!—Knew you of this Upon your oath of service to the pope, fair work?
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
[Exit. Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the proArt thou damn'd, Hubert.
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, (phet Hub.
Do but hear me, sir. My crown I should give off? Even so I have: Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
I did suppose, it should be on constraint; Thou art damn'd as black-pay, nothing is so black; But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary. Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer :
Enter the Bastard. There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, [out, Hub. Upon my soul,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers : Bast.
If thou didst but consent Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service to your enemy;
The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. John, Would not my lords return to me again, A beam to hang thee on; or, would'st thou drown | After they heard young Arthur was alive? Put but a little water in a spoon, [thyself, Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the And it shall be as all the ocean,
An empty casket, where the jewel of life (streets; Enough to stifle such a villain op:
By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away. I do suspect thee very grievously.
K.John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath, But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ? Which was embonnded in this beauteous clay, Be great in act, as you have been in thought; Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Among the thorns and dangers of this world. Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, How easy dost thou take all England up!
That borrow their behaviours from the great, From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
Grow great by your example, and put on
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there ? and make him tremble there? And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :
0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run Now powers from home, and discontents at home, To meet displeasure further from the doors ; Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits And grapple with him, ere he comes so nigb. (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
And I have made a happy peace with him; [me, Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can And he hath promis’d to dismiss the powers, Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Led by the Dauphin. And follow me with speed; I'll to the king:
O inglorious league! A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
Shall we, upon the footing of our land, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
[Exeunt. Insinuation, parley, and base truce, ACT V.
To arms invasive? sball a beardless boy, SCENE I.-The same. A Room in the Palace.
A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms : K. John Thus have I yielded up into your hand Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; The circle of my glory.
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence. [time. (Giving John the crown.) K.John. Have thou the ordering of this present From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
bast. Away then, with good courage; yet, I Your sovereign greatness and authority.
know, K. John. Now keep your holy word : go meet Our party may well meet a prouder foe. (Exeunt.
the French; And from his holiness use all your power
SCENE II.-A Plain near St. Edmund's-Bury. To stop their marches, 'fore we are infam’d.
Enter in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PemOur discontented counties do revolt;
BROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers. Our people quarrel with obedience;
Lew. My lord Melan, let this be copied out, Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
And keep it safe for our remembrance : To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
Return the precedent to these lords again ; This inundation of mistemper'd humour
That, having our fair order written down, Rests by you only to be qualified.
Both they, and we, perasing o'er these notes, Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, May know wherefore we took the sacrament, That present medicine must be minister'd, And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. Or overthrow incurable ensues.
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest And, noble Dauphin, albeit weswear Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : [up, | A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith, But, since you are a gentle convertite,
To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, I am not glad, that such a sore of time And make fair weather in your blustering land. Should seek a plaster by contemn’d revolt, On this Ascension-day, remember well,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,