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Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: That we shall stop her exclamation. for Anjou, and fair 'Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, And all that we upon this side the sea
To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp. (Except tbis city now by us besieg'd,)
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. - The Citisens Find liable to our crown and dignity,
retire from the walls. Shall gild her bridal bed; and make ber rich Bast. Mad world ! mad kings! mad composition ! In titles, honours, and promotions,
Sobo, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, As she in beauty, education, blood,
Hath willingly departed with a part: Holds hand with any princess of the world. And France, (whose armour conscience buckled
K.Phi. What say'st thou, boy ? look in the lady's Whom zeal and charity brought to the field,
Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find [face. As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
With that same purpose-charger, that sly devil ; The shadow of myself form’d in her eye;
That broker, thai still breaks ihe pate of faith; Which, being but the shadow of your son,
That daily break-vow ; be, that wins of all, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow : Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids ;I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
Who having no external thing to lose Till now intixed I beheld myself,
But the word maid, --cheats the poor maid of that; Drawn in the tlattering table of her eye.
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commo(Whispers with Blanch.) Commodity, the bias of the world; [dity,Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye ! The world, who of itself is peised well,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! Made to run even, upon even ground;
Himself love's traitor : This is pity now, This sway of motion, this commodity,
[be, From all direction, purpose, course, intent: Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine: And this same bias, this commodity, If he see aught in you, that makes him like, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, I can with ease translate it to my will;
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
From a resolv'd and honourable war, I will enforce it easily to my love.
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.Farther I will not flatter you, my lord,
And why rail I on this commodity ? That all I see in you is worthy love,
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: Than this,-that nothing do I see in you,
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be When his fair angels would salute my palm : your judge,)
But for my hand, as unattempted yet, That I can find should merit any hate.
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. K. John. What say these young ones? What Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, say you, my niece?
And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; Blanch, That she is bound in honour still to do And being, rich, my virtue then shall be, What you in wisdom sball vouchsafe to say. To say, there is no vice, but beggary: K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you Since kings break faith upon commodity, love this lady?
Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! [Exit. Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly.
[Maine, K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine,
SCENE 1.—The same. The French King's Tent. Poictiefs and Anjou, these five provinces,
Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. With her to thee; and this addition more,
Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends! Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those proCommand thy son and daughter to join hands.
vinces? K. Phi, It likes as well : -Young princes, close It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard; your hands.
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, It cannot be ; thou dost bat say, 'tis so : That I did so, when I was first assur'd.
I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Is but the vain breath of a common man ; Let in that amity, which you have made;
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
I have a king's oath to the contrary:
For I am sick, and capable of fears;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; Her presence would have interrupted much: A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows. A woman, naturally born to fears; Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high. And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, ness'tent.
[have made, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we But they will quake and tremble all this day. Will give her sadness very little cure.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Brother of England, how may we content
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? This widow lady? În her right we came;
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?
That give you cause to prove my saying true. To our solemnity: I trust we shall,
Const. Ở, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, If not fill up the measure of her will,
Teach thou this sorrow, how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter so,
You came in arms to spill mine epemies' blood, As doth the fury of two desperate men,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : Which, in the very meeting, fall and die.- The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou? Is cold in amity and painted peace, France friend with England! what becomes of me?- And our oppression hath made up this league :Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight; Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings ! This news hath made thee a most ugly man. A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens !
Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, Let not the hours of this ungodly day Bat spoke the barm, that is by others done? Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Const. Which harin within itself so heinous is, Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings! As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
Hear me, 0, hear me! Arth. I do beseech yon, madam, be content. Aust.
Lady Constance, peace. Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a
grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, O Lymoges ! 0 Austria! thou dost shame Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains, That bloody spoil: 'Thou slave, thou wretch, thou Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
coward; Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Thou little valiant, great in villainy! I would not care, I then would be content ; Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But when her humorous ladyship is by. But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: And sooth’st op greatness. What a fool art thou, Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, And with the half-blown rose : but fortune, 0! Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And dost thou now fall over to my foes? And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; And bang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs. That strumpet fortane, that usarping John :
Aust. O, that a man should speak these words to Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
[limbs. Envenom him with words; or get thee gone, Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Am bound to under-bear.
Bast. And bang a call's-skin on those recreant Sal. Pardon me, madam, limbs.
(self. I may not go without you to the kings.
K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget thyConst. Thon may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!Let kings assemble; for iny grief's so great, To thee, king John, my holy errand is. That no supporter but the huge firm earth
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, Can hold it up : here I and sorrow sit;
And from pope Innocent the legate bere, Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Do, in his name, religiously demand, (She throws herself on the ground.) Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn? and, force perforce,
Of Canterbury, from that holy see?
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories,
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England, Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! Add thus much more,- That no Italian priest
(Rising.) Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done; But as we under heaven are supreme bead, That it in golden letters should be set,
So, under him, that great supremacy,, Among the high tides, in the kalendar?
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; Without the assistance of a mortal hand: This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
So tell the pope; all reverence set apart, Or, if it must stand still, let wives with cbild To him, and bis usurp'd authority. Pray, that their bardens may not fall this day, K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:
(Christendom, But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck;
K. John. Though you, and all the kings of No bargains break, that are not this day made : Are led so grossly by ihis meddling priest, This day, all things begun come to ill end; Dreading the curse, that money may bay but; Yea, faith itself to bollow falsehood change! And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?
Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; Resembling majesty; which, being touchd, and Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose tried,
Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. Provęs y alueless : You are forsworn, forsworn : Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excomin unicate: So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, And meritorious shall that hand be callid,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves, Canonized, and worship'd as a saint,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm; That takes away, by any secret course,
Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed Thy hateful life.
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
My reverend faiber, let it not be so :
[righi, Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, Const. And for mine too; when law can do no Save what is opposite to England's love. Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong:
Therefore, to arms: be champion of our church! Law cannot give my child his kingdom bere; Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law : A mother's curse, on her revolting son. Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, France, thou may’st hold a serpent by the tongue, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? A cased lion by the mortal paw,,
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;
Than keep in peace that hand, which thou dost'hold. And raise the power of France upon his head, K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith; Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, thy hand.
(pent, Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow, Const. Look to that, devil! Jest that France re First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform’d; And, by disjoining bands, hell lose a soul.
That is, to be the champion of our church! Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thyself, Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant And may not be performed by thyself: limbs.
(wrongs, For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these is not amiss, when it is truly done ; Because
And being not done, where doing tends to ill, Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. The truth is then most done not doing it: K. Jo!r. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal? The better act of purposes mistook Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal? Is, to mistake again, though indirect,
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference Yet indirection thereby grows direct, Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
And falsehood falsehood cares; as fire cools fire, Or the light loss of England for a friend :
Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. Forego the easier.
It is religion, that doth make vows kept; Blanch.
That's the curse of Rome. But thou hast sworn against religion; Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou thee here,
swear'st; In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.
And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure But from her need.
[faith, To swear, swear only not to be forsworn; Const.
0, if thou grant my need, Else, what a mockery should it be to swear? Which only lives but by the death of faith, Bat thou dost swear only to be forsworn; That need must needs inser this principle,
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. That faith would live again by death of need: Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, 0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; Is in thyself rebellion to thyself: Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
And better conquest never can’st thou make, K. John. The king is mov’d, and answers not to Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts this.
Against those giddy loose suggestions : Const. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Upon which better part our prayers come in, Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know, doubt,
[lout. The peril of our curses light on thee; Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet So beavy, as thon shalt not shake them off, K.Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. But, in despair, die under their black weight. Pand. What canst thou say, but will perplex Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion!
Will't not be? H thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ?
Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person Lew. Father, to arms! yours,
Upon thy wedding day? Aud tell me, how you would bestow yourself. Against the blood that thou hast married ? This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? And the conjunction of our inward souls
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,-Married in league, coupled and link'd together Clamours of hell, --be measures to our pomp? With all religious strength of sacred vows; O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Is husband in my mouth!-even for that name, Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms And even before this truce, but new before, Against mine uncle. No longer than we well could wash our hands, Const.
0, upon my knee, To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain's Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint Forethought by heaven.
[may The fearful difference of incensed kings:
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motivo And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
Const. That, which upholdeth him, that thee, When gold and silver becks me to come on. opholds,
I leave your bigbness :-Grandam, I will pray His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! | (If ever I remember to be holy,)
Lev. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold, For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. When such profound respects do pull you on. Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. K. John, Coz, farewell. (Exit Bastard. K. Phi. Thou shall not need :-England, I'll Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. fall from thee.
(She takes Arthur aside.) Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
K. John. Come bither, Hubert. O my gentle Eli. O foal revolt of French inconstancy!
Hubert, K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh this bour.
[time, There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton And with advantage means to pay thy love: Is it as he will ? well then, France shall rue. And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day, Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. adieu!
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, Which is the side, that I must go withal?
But I will dit it with some better time. I am with both : each army hath a hand;
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
To say what good respect I have of thee. They whirl asunder, aud dismember me.
Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say Uncle, I needs must pray, that thou may'st lose;
so yet : Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;
I had a thing to say,--But let it go :
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
To give me audience :---If the midniglit bell K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance toge- Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, ther.
[Exit Bastard. Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; If this same were a church-yard where we stand, A rage, whose heat hath this condition,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, The blood, and dearest valu'd blood, of France. Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, shalt tarn
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
A passion hateful to my purposes ;) K. John. No more than he that threats.--To Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, arms let's bie!
[Exeunt. | Hear me without thine ears, and make reply SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers.
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; Alarums; Excursions. Enter the Bastard with Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, AUSTRIA's head.
I would into tlay bosom pour my thoughts : Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; · Some airy devil hovers in the sky, (hot; And, hy my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well. And pours down mischief. Austria's head liễ
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, While Philip breathes.
(there ; | Though that my death were adjunct to my act, Enter King JOHN, ARTHUR, and Hubert. By heaven, I'd do't. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, make
K. John. Do not I know thou would'st?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye My mother is assailed in our tent,
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, And ta'en, I fear.
He is a very serpent in my way; Bast.
My lord, I rescu'd her; And, where'soe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Her bighness is in safety, fear
He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? Bat on, my liege; for very little pains
Thou art his keeper. Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt.
And I will keep him se, That he shall not offend
your majesty. SCENE III.-The same.
K. John. Death. Alarums; Excursions; Retreat. Enter King John, Hub.
My lord? ELINOR, ARTHUR, the Bastard, Hubert, and K. John,
A grave, Lords.
He shall not live. K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay K. John.
(To Elinor.) | I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad: Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
(To Arthur.) Remember.-Madam, fare you well: Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. As dear be to thee as thy father was.
Eli. My blessing go with thee! Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John.
For England, cousin : K. John. Cousin, (to the Bastard) away for Hubert shall be your man, attend on yon England; haste before:
With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! ( Ereunt. And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
SCENE IV.-The same. The French King's Tent. of boarding abbots; angels imprison'd Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace
Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Must by the hungry now be fed upon:
Attendants. Use our commission in his utmost force.
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, Bast, Bell, book, and candle, sball not drive me A whole armadu of convicted sail back,
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.
Pand. Courage and comfort! all sball yet go If that be true, I shall see my boy again; well.
(ill? | For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so To him that did but yesterday suspire, Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
There was not such a gracious creature born. Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And bloody England into England gone,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek, O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ?
And he will look as bollow as a ghost; Lew. What he hath won, that hath be fortified : As dim and meagre as an ague's fit; So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d,
And so he'll die; and, rising so again, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven Doth want example: Who bath read, or heard, I shall not know him : therefore never, never Of any kindred action like to this? (praise, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
K. Phi. Well could I bear, that England had this Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. Enter CONSTANCE.
K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Look, who comes here! grave unto a soul; Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; In the vile prison of afflicted breath :
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.
Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! Stuff's out his vacant garments with his form; K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Constance!
Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, I could give better comfort than you do. But that, which ends all counsel, true redress, I will not keep this form upon my head, Death, death:-( amiable lovely death!
(Tearing off her head-dress) Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! When there is such disorder in my wit. Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! And I will kiss thy détestable bones;
My widow-comfort, and my 'sorrows' care. (Exit. And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
K. Phi, I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. And ring these fingers with thy household worms;
(Exit. And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, Lew. There's nothing in this world, can make me And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, [joy: Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, 0, come to me!
That it yields nought, but shame and bitterness. K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace.
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: Even in the instant of repair and health, 0, that my tongue were in the thunder'a mouth! The fit is strongest ; evils, that take leave, Then with a passion would I shake the world; On their departure most of all show evil: And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,
What have you lost by losing of this day? Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. Which scorns a modern invocation.
Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. No, no: when fortune means to men most good,
Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; She looks upon them with a threatening eye. I am not mad : this hair I'tear, is mine ;
'Tis strange, to think how much king Joho hath lost My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; In this, which he accounts so clearly won : Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur iş his prisoner ? I am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were !
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. 0, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit; Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
For even the breath of what I mean to speak And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
Out of the path, which shall directly lead My reasonable part produces reason
Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
John hath seiz'á Arthur; and it cannot be, And teaches me to kill or hang myself:
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, If I were mad, I should forget my son;
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, Or madly think a babe of clouts were he :
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand, The different plague of each calamity. [note Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain’d:
K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I And he, that stands upon a slippery place, In the fair multitude of those her hairs !
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
So be it, for it cannot be but so.
[fall ? Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, Sticking together in calamity.
May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Const. To England, if you will.
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. K. Phi.
Bind up your hairs. Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this old Const. Yes, that I will; And wherefore will I do it?
world! I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, John lays you plots : the times conspire with you : O that these hands could so redeem my son,
For he that steeps his safety in true blood, As they have given these hairs their liberty!
Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. But now I envy at their liberty,
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts And will again commit them to their bonds, Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; Because my poor child is a prisoner.-
That none so small advantage shall step, forth, And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, To check his reign, but they will cherish it; That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: No natural exhalation in the sky,