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That hand, which had the strength, even at your | SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the
door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch ;* Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;
others. To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and Sal. I did not think the king so stored with trunks ;
friends. To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out Pem. Up once again ; put spirit in the French ; In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. * Even at the crying of your nation's crow, + Sai. Tbat misbegotton devil, Paulconbridge, Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;- In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath That in your chambers gave you chastisement ?
left the field. No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms;
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. And like an eagle o'er bis aeric towers, To souse annoyance that comes near bis nest.
Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
Sal. When we were happy, we bad other You bloody Neros, ripping up the womb of your dear mother Eugland, blush for shame :
Pem. It is the count Melun. For your own ladies, and pale visag'd maids,
Sal. Wounded to death. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Mel. Fly, uoble English, you are bought and Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Untbread the rude eye of rebellion, (sold; Their neelds 1 to lances, and their gentle hearts
And welcome home again discarded faith. To fierce and bloody inclination.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Lew. There end thy brave, s and turn thy For, if the French be lords of this loud day, face in peace ;
He + means to recompense the pains you take, We grant thou canst outscold us : fare thee By cutting off your heads : Tbus bath he sworú, We hold our time too precious to be spent
And I with him, and many more with me, With such a brabbler.
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Even on that altar, where we swore to you Bast. No, I will speak.
Dear amity and everlasting love. Lew. We will attend to neither :
Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ? Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Mel. Have I not bideous death within my Plead for our interest, and our being here.
Retaining but a quantity of life ;
(view, Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax® cry out;
Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire ? I And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start
What in the world should make me now deceive, And echo with the clamour of thy drum,
Since I must lose the use of all deceit And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
Why should I then be false ; since it is true That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
That I must die here, and live hence by truth? Sound but another, and another shall
I say again, if Lewis do win the day, As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ea [hand
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of your's And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at Behold another day break in the east : (breath (Not trusting to this halting legate bere,
But even this night,--whose black contagious Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Already smokes about
the burning crest Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
Even this ill night, your breathing sball' expire ; To feast upon wbole thousands of the French.
Paying the fine of rated treachery, Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan. Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Bast. And thou shalt And it, Dauphin, do not commend me to one Hubert, with your king; doubt.
[Exeunt. The love of him,--and this respect besides,
For that my grandsire was an Englishman,SCENE III.-The same.-A Field of Battle. Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Alarums.-Enter King John and HUBERT. From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; K. John, How goes the day with us ? O tell where I may think the remnant of my thoughts me, Hubert.
In peace and part this body and my soul Hub. Badly, I fear : How fares your ma- With contemplation and devout desires. jesty ?
Sal. We do believe thee,-Aud beshrew my K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me But I do love the favoar and the form (soul so long,
of this most fair occasion, by the which Lies heavy on me; O my heart is sick !
We will untread the steps of damned Night;
And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erconbridge,
And calmly run on in obedience, [look'd, Desires your majesty to leave the field;
Even to our ocean, to our great king Jobn.And send him word by me, wbich way you go.
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ; K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the
For do see the cruel pangs of death (tilight; abbey there.
Right in thine eye.- Away, my friends! New Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great and happy newness, || that intends old right. supply,
(Exeunt, leading of Melun. That was expected by the Dauphin bere, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Godwin sands.
SCENE V.-The same.--The French Camp. This news was brought to Richard but even now; The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
Enter Lewis and his Train. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was And will not let me welcome this good news.
loath to set; Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
• Pembroke was not amongst the revolters : He maintained his loyalty unshaken, during the lowest fortune of the king.--Hume.
+ Lewis. + The croring of a cock. • Leap over the hatch.
* An allusion to the images made by witches. I Needles, Boast.
But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty When the English measur'd backward their own
Away, before ! conduct me to the king;
doubt, he will he dead, or ere I come. Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin?
[Ereunt. Lew, Here :- What news ? Mess. The count Melun is slain ; the English SCENE VII.-The Orchard of Swinstead. lords,
Abbey. By his persuasion, are again fallen off : [long, And your supply, which you have wish'd 80 Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. Are cast away, and sunk, on Godwin sands.
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his Lew. Ah! soul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling
Foretell the ending of mortality.
Pem. His highness To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
doth speak; and holds [Exeunt.
That, being brought into the open air, SCENE VI.--An open Place in the Neigh. It would allay the burning quality bourhood of Swinstead-Abbey.
of that fell poison which assaileth bim.
P. Hen. Let him he brought into the orchard Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting.
here. Hub. Who's there ? speak, bo ! speak quickly, Doth he still rage ?
Pem. He is more patient, or I shoot. Bast. A friend :-What art thou ?
Than when you left him; even now he sung. Hub. of the part of England.
P. Hen. Ovanity of sickness! fierce exBast. Whither dost thou go ?
tremes, Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I In their continuance, will not feel themselves. demand
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ?
Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Bast. Hubert, I think.
Against the mind, the which he pricks and
wounds Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought : I will upon all hazards, well believe
With many legions of strange fantasies ; Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so Which, in their throng and press to that last Who art thou ?
hold, Bast. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, Confound themselves. "Tis strange, that death
should sing. Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eye
Who cbants a doleful hymn to his own death ; less night,
[me, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, siugs Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon His soul and body to their lasting resl. That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are
born Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine
To set a form upon that indigest ear. Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
news abroad ? Hub. Why, here walk 1, in the black brow Re-enter Bicot and Attendants, who bring of night,
in King John in a Chair. To find you out.
K. John. Aye, marry, now my soul hath elBast. Brief, then ; and what's the news?
bow-room ; Hub. 0 my sweet Sir, news fitting to the It would not out at windows, nor at doors, night,
There is so hot a summer in my bosom, Black, fearful, comfortless, and borrible.
That all my bowels crumble up to dust : Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen news ;
Upon a parchment; and against this lire
; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Do I sbriuk up. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : P. Hen. How fares your majesty ? I left him almost speecbless, and broke out K. John. Poison'd-ill-fare ---dead, forsook, To acquaiot you with this evil : that you might
cast off : The better arm you to the sudden time,
And none of you will bid the winter come, Than if you had at leisure known of this. To thrust his icy fingers in my maw; Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course him ?
Through my buru'd bosom ; nor entreat the Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,
north Whose bowels suddenly burst out : the king To make his bleak winds kiss my parcbed lips, Yet speaks, and peradventure, may recover. Aud comfort me with cold :-I do not ask you Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his
much ; majesty ?
I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, Hlub. Why, know you not ? the lords are all And so ingrateful, you deny me that, come back,
P. Hen. O tbat there were some virtue in And brought prince Henry in their company ;
my tears, At whose request the king bath pardon'd them, That might relieve you ! And they are all about his majesty, • Innovation.
. This occurred to King John himself.
361 K. John. The salt in them is hot.
Sal. It seems you know not then so much Within me is a hell ; and there the poison
as we: Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, On anreprievable condemned blood.
Who balf an hour since came from the DanEnter the BASTARD.
And brings from him such offers of our peace Bast. Oh! I am scalded with my violent As we with honour and respect may take, motion,
With purpose presently to leave this war. And spleen of speed to see your majesty.
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees K. John. 0 cousin, thou art come to set Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. mine eye :
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ; The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; For many carriages he hath despatch'd And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should To the sea-side, and put bis cause and quarrel sail,
To the disposing of the cardinal : Are turned to one thread, one little hair : With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, If you think meet, this afternoon will post Which holds but till thy news be uttered : To consummate this business happily. And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod, Bast. Let it be 80 ;-And you, my noble And module of confounded royalty.
prince, Bast. The Dauphin is preparing bitherward ; With other princes that may best be spar'd, Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer Sball wait upon your father's funeral. him :
P. Hen. At Worcester • must his body be in For, in a night, the best part of my power,
terr'd; As í upon advantage did remove,
For so he will'd it. Were, in the washes, all unwarily,
Bast. Thither shall it then, Devoured by the unexpected flood.
And happily may your sweet self put on
(The King dies. The lineal state and glory of the land I Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful services My liege! my lord !-Bat now a king,—now And true subjection everlastingly. thus.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even 60
To rest without a spot for evermore. What surety of the world, what hope, what P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give stay,
you thanks, When this was now a king, and now is clay! And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bast. Art thou gone 60 ! I do but stay be- Bast. O let us pay the time but needful hind,
woe, To do the office for thee of revenge ; (heaven, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.And then my soul shall wait on thee to This England never did, (nor never shall,) As it on earth bath been thy servant still. Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right But when it first did help to wound itself. spberes,
[faiths ; Now these her princes are come home again, Where be your powers ? Show now your mended Come the three corners of the world in arms, And instantly return with me again,
And we shall shock them : Nought shall make To push destruction and perpetual shame
us rue, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : If England to itself do rest bat true. (Excunt. Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;
• A stone coffin, containing the body of King
John, The Dauphin rages at our very heels.
was discovered in Worcester cathedral, July 17, 1797.
LIFE AND DEATH
RING RICHARD II.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE action of this drama comprises little more than the two last years of King Richard's reign. It commences
with Bolinbroke's accusation of treason against Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, in 1399, and terminates with the murder of Richard at Poinfret Castle, about the year 1400. Sbakspeare wrote the play in 1597, deriving bis materials chiefly from Hollinshed's Chronicle, many passages of which, he has almost litera’ly embodied with his own. The speech of the Bishop of Carlisle, in defence of King Richard's unalievable right, and iminunity from human jurisdiction, is particularly copied from that old writer. The historical points of the tragedy are consequently accurate ; for notwithstanding the Lancasterian prejudices of those who have recorded his reign, Richard was a weak prince, and unfit for government. He had capacity enough, but no solid judgment, nor good education : he was violeat in temper, profuse in expence, fond of idle show, devoted to favourites, and addicted to low society. Yet his punishment outbalanced his offence. Dr. Johoson has remarked of this play, that it cannot be said " much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding;" but it is impossible to contemplate the ahject degradation of the unfortunate monarch, as drawn by the poet, without questioning the truth and judgment of this critical rescript. In dignity of thought and fertility of expression, it is certajuly superior to many of Shakspeare's productions, however it may yield to thein in attractive incident or highly-wrought catastrophe. Yet where can we find a combination of circumstances more truly pathetic, than those with which Shakspeare has surrounded the short career of Richard, from his landing Wales, to his murder at Porn fret. If the bitterness of his sorrow when deserted by his friends, and bearded by his barons--if the lowliness and patience of his carriage, whilst exposed to the insults of the rabble, and groeted with the mockery of homage by his aspiring rival--if the majesty of his sentiments, soaring above conscious helplessness or constitutional imbecility.--and if his heroic resistance when despatched by his savage assailants--are not calculated to "affect the passions, or’enlarge the understanding," there is no dramatic portraiture that is capable of doing so.
DRAMATIS PERSONA. KING RICHARD TRE SECOND,
Uncles to LORD FITZWATER. JOHN OP GAUNT, Duke of Lan- the King. BISHOP OF CARLISLE. caster,
ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER.
reford, Son to John of Gaunt; after. Sir PIERCE of Exton.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP.
QUEEN to King Richard.
DUCHESS OF GLOSTER. EARL BERKLEY.
DUCHESS OF YORK.
LADY attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gar. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
deners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and HENRY PERCY, his Son.
other Attendants. SCENB, dispersedly in England, and Wales.
SCENE I.-London.- A Room in the
GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.
Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,