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Wear ont the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Thy hateful life!
That I have room with Rome to curse a while!
Good father cardinal, cry thou amen
There is no tongue, hath power to curse him right. That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse. coward;
Const. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
ot give my child his kingdom here: Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law. But when her humorous ladyship is by
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy
hand! And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?
Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France repent,
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal?
Or the light loss of England for a friend.
Forego the easier! And from pope Innocent the legate here,
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. Do, in his name, religiously demand,
Const. O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
here, So wilfully dost spurn? and, force perforce, In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop
Blunch. The lady Constance speaks not from her Of Canterbury, from that holy see?
faith, This, in our'ioresaid holy father's name,
But from her need.
Const. O, if thou grant my need,
That need must needs infer this principle:
That faith would live again by death of need. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
Aust. Do so, king Philip! hang no more in doubt!
Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet So, under him, that great supremacy,
lout! Where we do reign, we will done uphold,
K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not, what to say.
Pand. What cau'st thou say, but will perplex thee
If thou stand excommunicate, and curs’d?
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls Dreading the curse, that money may buy out, Married in league, coupled and link'd together And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
With all religious strength of sacred vows. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
The latest breath, that gave the sound of words, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself; Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amily, true love, Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led,
Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; And even before this trucc, but new before, Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose
No longer, than we well could wash our hands,
Pand. Thes, by the lawful power, that I have, Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
The fearful difference of incensed kings.
And shall these hands, so lately parg’d
of blood, Aud meritorious shall that hand be call’d,
So aewly join'd in love, so strong in both, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regret? That takes away, by apy sccrct course,
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
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Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; what motive may
Be stronger with thee, than the name of wife?
His honour. O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
K. Phi. Thou shalt not need. - England, I'll fall Some gentle order! and then we shall be bless'd
from thee. To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy!
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church!
hour. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her carse, Bast. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton, A mother's 's curse, on her revolting son!
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thyself, Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive. And may not be performed by thyself;
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss,
Assured loss, before the match be play'
y'd. Is not amiss, when it is truly done;
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life The truth is then most done not doing it.
dies. The better act of purposes mistook
K. John. Cousin, go, draw our puissance together! Is, to mistake again; though indirect,
(Exit Bastard. Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath,
The blood, and dearest valued blood, of France. But thou hast sworn against religion;
K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt By what thou swear’st, against the thing thou swear'st, And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire. Against an oath. The truth thou art unsure
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. To swear, swear only, not to be forsworn;
K. John. No more, than he that threats. - To arms Else, what a mockery should it be to swear?
[Exeunt. But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
SCENE II. — The same. Plains near Anziers. And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,
Alaruns, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Au
Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Some airy devil hovers in the sky, Against those giddy loose suggestions:
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, Upon which better part our prayers come in,
While Philip breathes. If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know,
Enter King Joun, Arthur, and HUBERT. The peril of our curses light on thee,
K. John. Hubert, keep this boy !-Philip, make up! So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta’en, I fear. But, in despair, die under their black weight.
Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her.
Her highness is in safety, fear you not!
But on, my liege! for very little pains
[E.reunt. Lew. Father, to arms ! Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
SCENE III. –The same. Against the blood, that thou hast married?
Alarums; excursions ; retreat. Enter King Jons, What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? Euror, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums, K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
[To Elinor. O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new
So strongly guarded. -- Cousin, look not sad! Is husband in my mouth! -- even for that name,
[To Arthur Which till this time my tonguedid ne'er pronounce, Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will Upon my kneel beg, go not to arms
As dear be to thee, as thy father was. Against mine uncle!
Arth. O, this will make my mother dic with grief. Const. O, upon my knee,
K. John. Cousin, (To the Bastard.) away for EugMade hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
land! haste before! Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Forethought by heaven!
of hoarding abbots! angels imprisoned
Set tkou at liberty! the fat ribs of peace
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you Must by the hungry now be fed upon.
With all true duty. -- On toward Calais, ho! (Exeuns.
Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, SCENE IV. - The same. The French King's tent.
Enter King PullP, Lewis, PandULPH, and Atten-
dants. (If ever I remember to be holy,)
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.
A whole armado of convicted sail Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin !
Is scatter'd and disjoin’d from fellowship. K. John. Coz, farewell!
[Exit Bastard. Pand. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go well. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word! K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill ?
(She takes Arthur aside. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Come hither, Hubert! O my gentle Hubert, Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
And bloody England into England gone, There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
O’erbearing interruption, spite of France? And with advantage means to pay thy love.
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: Aud, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Lives in this hosom, dearly cherished.
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Give me thy hand! I had a thing to say,
Doth want example. Who hath read, or heard, But I will fit it with some better time.
Ofany kindred action like to this? By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
K. Phi. Well could I bear, that England had this To say, what good respect I have of thee.
praise, Hub. I ani much bounden to your majesty.
So we could find some pattern ofour shame. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so
Enter CoNsTANCE. yet,
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul, But thou shalt have, and creep time ne'er so slow, Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.
In the vile prison of alllicted breath. I had a thing to say, — But let it go :
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me! The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Const. Lo, now ! now see the issue of your peace ! Attended with the pleasures of the world,
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle ConIs all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
stance ! To give me audience. - Ifthe midnight bell
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
But that, which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death. O amiable lovely death!
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And stop this gap
of breath with falsome dust, A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
And bea carrion monster like thyself. Orif that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
0, come to me! Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words: K. Phi. O fair asliction, peace! Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry.-I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! But ah, I will not: - yet I love thee well;
Theo with a passion would I shake the world,
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Const. Thou art not holy to belie meso,
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost;
o, if I could, what grief should I forget! Hub. And I will keep him so,
Preach some philosophy, to make me mad, That he shall not offend your majesty.
And thou shalt be cavoniz'd, cardinal ; K. John. Death.
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, Hub. My lord ?
My reasonable part produces reason, K. John. A grave.
How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Hub. Ile shall not live.
And teaches me to kill, or hang myself. K. John. Enough!
If I were mad, I should forget my son ; I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Or madly think, a babe of clonts were he. Well, I'll not say, what I intend for theo.
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel Remember! - Mudam, fare you well!
The different plague of each calamity. I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
K. Phi. Bind up those tresses! o, what lovel note Eli. My blessing go with thee!
In the fair multitude of those her hairs! K. John, For Englaud, cousin:
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Ascepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Mustbe as boisterously maintain’d, as gain'd:
Andhe, that stands upon a slippery place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
That John may stand, then Arthar needs must fall;
So be it, for it cannot be but so.
May then make all the claim, that Arthur did.
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pand. How green are you,and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots, the times conspire with you;
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,
Shall find bat bloody safety, and untrue.
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ;
To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
No natural exhalation in the sky,
Noscape of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven,
But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot,
And, 0, what better matter breeds for yon,
Than I have nam'd! — The bastard Faalconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity. If but a dozen French
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
For England go! I will whet on the king.
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions. Let us go!
SCENE I. Northampton. A room in the castle.
Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand
Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look to't!—
Arth. Good morrow,
Hub. Good morrow, little prince!
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
To be more prince,) as may be. - You are sad.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, nobody should be sad, but I;
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad, as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Whatever torment you do put me to. I should be as merry, as the day is long.
Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him! And so I would be here, but that I doubt,
1 Attend. J am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. My unclc practises more harm to me.
[Exeunt Attendants. He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend;
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart.
Give life to yours.
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself! He will awake my mercy, which lies dead:
Arth. Is there no remedy?
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day. Arth. O șeaven !- that there were but a mote in
Any annoyance in that precious sense!
[Aside. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue! Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Arth. Habert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes.
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Arth. And will you?
And would not harm me. Hub. And I will.
Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did but Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, ake,
Being create for comfort, to be us'd I knit my handkerchief about your brows,
In uudeserv'd extremes. See else yourself;a (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)
There is no malice in this burning coal;
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert ; Or, What good love may I perform for you? Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes, Mauy a poor man's son would have lain'still,
And, like a dog, that is compell’d to fight, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; а
Snatch at his master, that doth tarre him on.
All things, that you should use to do mc wrong,
That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,
For all the treasure, that thine uncle owes :
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Hub. I have sworn to doit;
With this same very iron to burn them out.
Arth. 0, now you look like Hubert ! all this while
Hub. Peace! no more. Adieu !
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Even in the matter of mineinnocence;
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
Hub. Silence; no more! Go closely in with me!
- The same. A room of state in the palace.
[Stamps. Enter King Jour, crowned; PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, Re-enter Attendants, with cords, irons, etc. and other Lords. The king takes his state. Doas I bid you do.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Fresh expectation troubled not the land,
Sal. Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp,
To guard a title, that was rich before,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
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