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Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death ? Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not !-
Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty cause There's few, or none, do know me; if they did,
To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis’d me quite.
Hub. Had none, my lord ! why, did you not pro- I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it.
voke me?

If I get down, and do not break my limbs,
K. John. It is the curse of kings to be attended l'll find a thousand shifts to get away:
By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant As good to die, and go, as die, and stay:
To break within the bloody bouse of life:

(Leaps down, And, on the winking of authority,

O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :To understand a law; to know the meaning Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones. Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns

[Dies. More upon humour than advis'd respect.

Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did.

Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint-Edmund's. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven

Bury; and earth is to be made, then shall this hand and seal

It is our safety, and we must embrace

This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Witness against us to damnation !
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds,

Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal,

Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France; Makes deeds ili done! Had'st thou not been by,

Whose private with me, of the Dauphin's love, A fellow by the hand of nature mark’d,

Is much more general than these lines import.
Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame,
This murder had not come into my mind :

Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.

Şal. Or, rather then set forward : for 'twill be But, taking note of thy abhorred aspect,

Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet Finding thee fit for bloody villainy, Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger,

Enter the Bastard. I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death ;

Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper’d And thou, to be endeared to a king,

lords ! Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.

The king, by me, requests your presence straight. Hub. My lord,

(a pause, Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us ; K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made We will not line his thin bestained cloak When I spake darkly what I purposed;

With our pure honours, nor attend the foot Or turn’d an eye of doubt upon my face,

That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks : As bid me tell my tale in express words;

Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,

Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me:

were best. But thou didst understand me by my signs,

Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now. And didst in signs again parley with sin;

Bast. But there is little reason in your grief; Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, Therefore, 'twere reason you had manners now. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act

Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath its privilege. The deed which both our tongues held vile to name. Bast. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man else. Out of my sight, and never see me more !

Sal. This is the prison. What is he lies here? My nobles leave me; and my state is brav’d,

[Seeing ARTHUR. Even at iny gates, with ranks of foreign powers : Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princely Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,

beauty! This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,

The earth hath not a hole to hide this deed. Hostility and civil tumult reigns

Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Between my conscience and my cousin's death.

Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, I'll make a peace between your soul and you. Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Young Arthur is alive: This hand of mine

Sal. Sir Richard, what think you ? Have you Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,

beheld, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood

Or have you read, or heard ? or could you think? Within this bosom never enter'd yet

Or do you almost think, although you see,
The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought,
And you have slander'd nature in my form;

That you do see ? could thought, without this objec,

Form such another ? This is the very top, Which howsoever rude exteriorly,

The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Is yet the cover of a fairer mind

Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, Than to be butcher of an innocent child. (peers, The wildest savag’ry, the vilest stroke,

K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage,
Throw this report on their incensed rage,

Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
And make them tame to their obedience!

Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this Forgive the comment that my passion made And this so sole, and so unmatchable, Upon thy feature ; for my rage was blind,

Shall give a holiness, a purity, And foul imaginary eyes of blood

To the yet-unbegotten sin of times; Presented thee more hideous than thou art.

And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest, 0, answer not; but to my closet bring

Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
The angry lords, with all expedient haste :

Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work;
I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. (Ereunt. The graceless action of a heavy hand,
SCENE III. The same. Before the Castle. If that it be the work of any hand.
Enter ARTHUR, on the walls.

Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ? Arth. The wall is high; and yet I will leap We had a kind of light what would ensue: down:

It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;


The practice and the purpose of the king :

There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell From whose obedience 1 forbid my soul,

As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,

Hub. Upon my soul,And breathing to his breathless excellence


If thou didst but consent The incense of a vow, a holy vow;

To this most cruel act, do but despair, Never to taste the pleasures of the world,

And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Never to be infected with delight,

That ever spider twisted from her womb Nor conversant with ease and idleness,

Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be Till I have set a glory to this hand,

A beam to bang thee on; or, would'st thou drown By giving it the worship of revenge.

Pem.Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. Put but a little water in a spoon,

And it shall be as all the ocean,

Enough to stifle such a villain up.
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: I do suspect thee very grievously.
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,

Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :- Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Hub. I am no villain.

Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
Must I rob the law ? I left him well.
[Drawing his sword.


Go, bear him in thine arms.-
Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Among the thorns and dangers of this world.-
Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury; stand back, I How easy dost thou take all England up !

From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours : The life, the right, and truth of all this realm
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,

Is fled to heaven; and England now is left
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget

The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.

Now, for the bare-pick'd

bone of majesty, Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman? | Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,

Hub. Not for my life : but yet I dare defend And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace : My innocent life against an emperor.

Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Sal. Thou art a murderer.

Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits

Do not prove me so; (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)
Yet, I am none. Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, The eminent decay of wrested pomp.
Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies. Now happy he, whore cloak and cincture can
Pem. Cut him to pieces.

Hold out this tempe it. Bear away that child, Bast.

Keep the peace, I say. And follow me with speed: J'll to the king : Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. A thousand businesses are brief in hand,

Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,

(Eseunt. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

ACT V. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge ?

SCENE I.- The same. A Room in the Palace. Second a villain and a murderer ? Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.

Enter King John, PANDULPH with the crown, ana
Who killed this prince ?

Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep

K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.

The circle of my glory, Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Pand,

Take again [Giving John the crown. For villainy is not without such rheum;

From this my hand, as holding of the pope, And he, long traded in it, makes it seem

Your sovereign greatness and authority. Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

K, John. Now keep your holy word : go moet Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor

the French; The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ;

And from his holiness use all your power
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.

To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam’d.
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Our discontented counties do revolt;
Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. Our people quarrel with obedience;

[Ereunt Lords. Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
Bast. Here's a good world !—Knew you of this To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
fair work?

This inundation of mistemper'd humour Beyond the infinite and boundless reach

Rests by you only to be qualified. Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,

Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

That present medicine must be minister'd, Hub.

Do but hear me, sir. Or overthrow incurable ensues. Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer : But, since you are a gentle convertite,


My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Return the precedent to these lords again;
And make fair weather in your blustering land. That, having our fair order written down,
On this Ascension-day, remember well,

Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,
Upon your oath of service to the pope,

May know wherefore we took the sacrament,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.

And, noble dauphin, albeit we swear
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,

A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
My crown I should give off ? Even so I have : To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince,
I did suppose, it should be on constraint;

I am not glad that such a sore of time
But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary.

Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
Enter the Bastard.

And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds By making many : O, it grieves my soul,

That I must draw this metal from my side

To be a widow-maker; 0, and there,
But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,

Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers :
Your nobles will not bear you, but are gone

Cries out upon the name of Salisbury :

But such is the infection of the time, To offer service to your enemy;

That, for the health and physic of our righi,
And wild amazement hurries up and down

We cannot deal but with the very hand
The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!

Oi stern injustice and confused wrong:-
After they heard young Arthur was alive? (streets; That we, the sons and children of this isle,

Rast they found him dead, and cast into the Ware born to see so sad an hour as this: An empty casket, where the jewel of life

Wherein we step after a stranger marcb
By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away.

K. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Upon her gentle bosom, and til up
Bast. So, on my

soul, he did, for aught he knew. Her enemies' ranks, (I'must withdraw and weep But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ?

Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) Be great in act, as you have been in thougho;

To grace the gentry of a land remote, Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,

And follow unacquainted colours here? Govern the motion of a kingly eye;

What, here ?-0 nation, that thou could'st remove

That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;

Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow

And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,

Where these two Christian armies might combine

The blood of malice in a vein of league,
Grow great by your example, and put on

And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,

Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; When he intendeth to become the field :

And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,

Do make an earthquake of nobility.
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,

O, what a noble combat hast thou fought,
And fright him there ? and make him tremble there? Let me wipe off this honourable dew,

Between compulsion, and a brave respect !
0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors ;

That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh. [me, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with Being an ordinary inundation;

But this effusion of such manly drops,
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers

This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Led by the Dauphin.

Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd Bast. O inglorious league !

Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Shall

Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. we, upon the footing of our land, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,

Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,

And with a great heart heave away this storm : Insinuation, parley, and base truce,

Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields,

That never saw the giant world enrag'd;

Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,

Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check ? Let us, my liege, to arms :

Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace;

Into the purse of rich prosperity,

As Lewis himself :-so, nobles, shall you all,
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence. [time?

That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present

Enter PANDULPH, attended. Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, i know, And even there, methinks, an angel spake : Our party may well meet a prouder foe.

Look, where the holy legate comes apace, [Ereunt.

To give us warrant from the hand of heaven;

And on our actions set the name of right, SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edniund's-Bury. With holy breath.


Hail, noble prince of France Enter, in arms, Lewis, SALISBURY, MELUN,

The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd
PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers

Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, Ler. Ny lord Melun, let this be copieri out, That so stood out against the holy church and keep it safe for our remembrance :

The great metropolis and see of Rome.

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Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, In vaults and prisons ; and to thrill, and shake, And tame the savage spirit of wild war;

Even at the erying of your nation's crow, That, like a lion foster'à up at hand,

Thinking his voice an armed Englishman; It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, And be no further harmful than in show.

That in your chambers gave you chastisement? Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back; No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; I am too high-born to be propertied,

And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, To be a secondary at control,

To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.Or useful serving-man, and instrument,

And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, To any sovereign state throughout the world. You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars Of your dear mother England, blush for shame: Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, And brought in matter that should feed this fire; Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out

Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts You taught me how to know the face of right, To fierce and bloody inclination.

(peace Acquainted me with interest to this land,

Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart:

We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee well ; And come you now to tell me, John hath made We hold our time too precious to be spent His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? With such a babbler. 1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,


Give me leave to speak. After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ;

Bast. No, I will speak. And, now it is half conquer'd, must I back,


We will attend to neither :Because that Johu hath made his peace with Rome? Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Am I Rome's slave ? What penny hath Rome borne, Plead for our interest, and our being here. (out What men provided, what munition sent,

Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry To underprop this action ? is't not I,

And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start That undergo this charge ? who else but I,

An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And such as to my claim are liable,

And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war ?

That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; Have I not heard these islanders shout out,

Sound but another, and another shall, Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ?

As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, Have I not here the best cards for the game,

And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder ; for at hand To win this easy match play'd for a crown ?

(Not trusting to this halting legate here, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ?

Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) No, on my soul, it never shall be said.

Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return

To feast upon whole thousanas of the French. Till my attempt so much be glorified

Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. As to my ample hope was promised

Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not Before I drew this gallant head of war,


(Ereunt. And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,

SCENE III.- The same. A field of Battle. To outlook conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT. [Trumpet soundo.

K. John. How goes the day with us ? O, tell me, What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?

Enter the Bastard, attended.

Hub. adly, I fear: How fares your majesty ?

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so Bast. According to the fair play of the world,

long, Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :- Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! My holy lord of Milan, from the king

Enter a Mo senger.

(bridge, I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ; And, as you answer, I do know the scope

Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Desires your majesty to leave the field;

And send him word by me, which way you go. Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful opposite, And will not temporize with my entreaties;

K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey

there. He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.

Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d, The youth says well :-Now hear our English king; Are wreck’a three nights ago on Goodwin's sands.

That was expected by the dauphin here, For thus his royalty doth speak in me.

This news was brought to Richard but even now: He is prepard; and reason too, he should:

The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. This apish and unmannerly approach,

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, This unbair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,

And will not let me welcome this good news.

Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd

Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. (Exeunt, To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, From out the circle of his territories. (door, SCENE IV.-The same. Another part of the same. That hand, which had the strength, even at your

Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and others. To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;

Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;

friends. To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French. o hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out

If they miscarrv, we miscarry too.


Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, When with a volley of our needless shot, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.

After such bloody toil, we bid good night; Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left and wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, the field.

Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Enter Melun, wounded, and led by Soldiers.

Enter a Messenger. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.

Mess. Where is my prince, the dauphin ? Sal. When we were happy, we had other names.


Here :-What news? Pem. It is the count Melun. Sal.

Wounded to death.

Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English

lords, Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and

By his persuasion, are again fallen off: Unthread the rude

And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, of rebellion, eye

Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin's sands. And welcome home again discarded faith.

Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy very Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;

heart ! For, if the French be lords of this loud day,

I did not think to be so sad to-night, He means to recompense the

pains you take,

As this hath made me.- Who was he, that said, By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sworn, And I with him, and many more with me,

King John did fly, an hour or two before

The stumbling night did part our weary powers ? Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury;

Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true my lord. Even on that altar, where we swore to you

Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care Dear amity and everlasting love.

to-night; Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view,

The day shall not be up so soon as I,

To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Ereunt. Retaining but a quantity of life; Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax SCENE VI.-An open Place in the neighbourhood Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ?

of Swinstead-Abbey, What in the world should make me now deceive, Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?

Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting. Why should I then be false ; since it is true

Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or That I must die here, and live hence by truth ?

I shoot. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

Bast. A friend. What art thou ? He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours


Of the part of England, Behold another day break in the east :

Bast. Whither dost thou go?

(mand But even this night, whose black contagious breath Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not deAlready smokes about the burning crest

Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ? Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,

Bast. Hubert, I think. Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; Hub.

Thou hast a perfect thought : Paying the fine of rated treachery,

I will, upon all hazards, well believe Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well: If Lewis by your assistance win the day:

Who art thou ? Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;


Who thou wilt: an if you please, The love of him,--and this respect besides, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think For that my grandsire was an Englishman,- I come one way of the Plantagenets. (night, Awakes my conscience to confess all this.

Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeless In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon me, From forth the noise and rumour of the field; That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. In peace, and part this body and my soul

Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news With contemplation and devout desires.

abroad ? Sal. We do believe thee,-and beshrew my soul Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, But I do love the favour and the form

To find you out. of this most fair occasion, by the which


Brief, then; and what's the news? We will untread the steps of damned light;

Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, And, like a bated and retired flood,

Black, fearful, comfortiess, and horrible. Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. And calmly run on in obedience,

Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: Even to our ocean, to our great king John.- I left him almost speechless, and broke out My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; To acquaint you with this evil; that you might For I do see the cruel pangs of death

The better arm you to the sudden time, Right in thine eye.--Away, my friends! New flight; Than if you had at leisure known of this. And happy newness, that intends old right.

Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? [Exeunt, leading off MELUN. Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,

Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king SCENE V.-The same. The French Camp. Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Enter Lewis and his Train.

Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ?

Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all como Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath

back, to set:

And brought prince Henry in their company; But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, At whose request the king hath pardon’d them, When the English measur'd backward their own And they are all about his majesty. ground,

Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, In faint retire : 0, bravely came we off,

And tempt us not to bear above our power !

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