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 KINGJOHN.

                   King John

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING JOHN of England
QUEEN ELEANOR, his mother
Lady BLANCHE of Spain, niece of King John
PRINCE HENRY, son of King John
HUBERT, a follower of King John
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
Philip the BASTARD, after Sir Richard Plantagenet,
    her illegitimate son by King Richard I
Robert FALCONBRIDGE, her legitimate son
James GURNEY, her attendant
Earl of SALISBURY
Earl of PEMBROKE
Earl of ESSEX
Lord BIGOT

KING PHILIP of France
LOUIS the Dauphin, his son
ARTHUR, Duke of Brittany, King John's nephew
Lady CONSTANCE, his mother
Duke of AUSTRIA  (Lymoges)
CHATILLON, ambassador to England from France
Count MELUN

CITIZEN of Angers
Cardinal PANDULPH, a legate from the Pope
PETER OF POMFRET, a prophet
HERALD (s)
EXECUTIONER (s)
MESSENGER (s)
Lords, soldiers, attendants


ACT I   King John

1.1
            Flourish. Enter King John, Queen Eleanor, and the
            Earls of Pembroke, Essex, and Salisbury, with
            them Chatillon of France
KING JOHN
    Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
CHATILLON
    Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France,
    In my behaviour, to the majesty -
    The borrowed majesty - of England here.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    A strange beginning: `borrowed majesty'?      5
KING JOHN
    Silence, good mother, hear the embassy.
CHATILLON
    Philip of France, in right and true behalf
    Of thy deceased brother Geoffrey's son,
    Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
    To this fair island and the territories,         10
    To Ireland, Poitou, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
    Desiring thee to lay aside the sword
    Which sways usurpingly these several titles,
    And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
    Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.           15
KING JOHN
    What follows if we disallow of this?
CHATILLON
    The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
    To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld -
KING JOHN
    Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,
    Controlment for controlment: so answer France.    20
CHATILLON
    Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
    The farthest limit of my embassy.
KING JOHN
    Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace.
    Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France,
    For ere thou canst report, I will be there,      25
    The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
    So hence. Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
    And sullen presage of your own decay. -
    An honourable conduct let him have,
    Pembroke, look to't. - Farewell, Chatillon.     30
            Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke
QUEEN ELEANOR
    What now, my son? Have I not ever said
    How that ambitious Constance would not cease
    Till she had kindled France and all the world
    Upon the right and party of her son?
    This might have been prevented and made whole      35
    With very easy arguments of love,
    Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
    With fearful-bloody issue arbitrate.
KING JOHN
    Our strong possession and our right for us.
QUEEN ELEANOR  (aside to King John)
    Your strong possession much more than your right,    40
    Or else it must go wrong with you and me:
    So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
    Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.
            Enter a Sheriff, who whispers to Essex
ESSEX
    My liege, here is the strangest controversy,
    Come from the country to be judged by you,      45
    That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men?
KING JOHN
    Let them approach. -
            Exit Sheriff
    Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
    This expeditious charge.
            Enter Robert Falconbridge and Philip the Bastard
            with the Sheriff
     What men are you?
BASTARD
    Your faithful subject I, a gentleman           50
    Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,
    As I suppose, to Robert Falconbridge,
    A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
    Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
KING JOHN
    What art thou?                              55
FALCONBRIDGE
    The son and heir to that same Falconbridge.
KING JOHN
    Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
    You came not of one mother then, it seems.
BASTARD
    Most certain of one mother, mighty King -
    That is well known - and, as I think, one father.    60
    But for the certain knowledge of that truth
    I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother.
    Of that I doubt as all men's children may.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Out on thee, rude man! Thou dost shame thy mother
    And wound her honour with this diffidence.           65
BASTARD
    I, Madam? No, I have no reason for it.
    That is my brother's plea and none of mine,
    The which if he can prove, a pops me out
    At least from fair five hundred pound a year.
    Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land!      70
KING JOHN
    A good blunt fellow. - Why, being younger born,
    Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
BASTARD
    I know not why, except to get the land,
    But once he slandered me with bastardy.
    But whe'er I be as true begot or no,           75
    That still I lay upon my mother's head,
    But that I am as well begot, my liege -
    Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me -
    Compare our faces and be judge yourself.
    If old Sir Robert did beget us both              80
    And were our father, and this son like him,
    O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
    I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee.
KING JOHN
    Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!
QUEEN ELEANOR
    He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,         85
    The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
    Do you not read some tokens of my son
    In the large composition of this man?
KING JOHN
    Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
    And finds them perfect Richard.
    (To Robert Falconbridge)        Sirrah, speak:     90
    What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
BASTARD
    Because he hath a half-face like my father!
    With half that face would he have all my land,
    A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year.
FALCONBRIDGE
    My gracious liege, when that my father lived,    95
    Your brother did employ my father much -
BASTARD
    Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land.
    Your tale must be how he employed my mother.
FALCONBRIDGE
    And once dispatched him in an embassy
    To Germany, there with the Emperor              100
    To treat of high affairs touching that time.
    Th'advantage of his absence took the King,
    And in the meantime sojourned at my father's,
    Where how he did prevail I shame to speak.
    But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores    105
    Between my father and my mother lay,
    As I have heard my father speak himself,
    When this same lusty gentleman was got.
    Upon his deathbed he by will bequeathed
    His lands to me, and took it on his death      110
    That this my mother's son was none of his,
    And if he were, he came into the world
    Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
    Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
    My father's land, as was my father's will.          115
KING JOHN
    Sirrah, your brother is legitimate.
    Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
    And if she did play false, the fault was hers,
    Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
    That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,       120
    Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
    Had of your father claimed this son for his?
    In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
    This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world,
    In sooth he might. Then if he were my brother's,     125
    My brother might not claim him, nor your father,
    Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes:
    My mother's son did get your father's heir,
    Your father's heir must have your father's land.
FALCONBRIDGE
    Shall then my father's will be of no force        130
    To dispossess that child which is not his?
BASTARD
    Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
    Than was his will to get me, as I think.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Whether hadst thou rather be: a Falconbridge,
    And like thy brother to enjoy thy land,          135
    Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
    Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?
BASTARD
    Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
    And I had his, Sir Robert's his like him,
    And if my legs were two such riding-rods,        140
    My arms such eel-skins stuffed, my face so thin
    That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose
    Lest men should say `Look where three-farthings
            goes!',
    And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
    Would I might never stir from off this place.     145
    I would give it every foot to have this face,
    It would not be Sir Nob in any case.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
    Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
    I am a soldier and now bound to France.        150
BASTARD
    Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
    Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,
    Yet sell your face for fivepence and 'tis dear. -
    Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Nay, I would have you go before me thither.   155
BASTARD
    Our country manners give our betters way.
KING JOHN
    What is thy name?
BASTARD
    Philip, my liege, so is my name begun:
    Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
KING JOHN
    From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st.     160
    Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great:
            He knights the Bastard
    Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.
BASTARD
    Brother by th' mother's side, give me your hand.
    My father gave me honour, yours gave land.
    Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,    165
    When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    The very spirit of Plantagenet!
    I am thy grandam, Richard, call me so.
BASTARD
    Madam, by chance, but not by truth, what though?
    Something about, a little from the right,     170
    In at the window, or else o'er the hatch,
    Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,
    And have is have, however men do catch.
    Near or far off, well won is still well shot,
    And I am I, howe'er I was begot.                175
KING JOHN
    Go, Falconbridge, now hast thou thy desire:
    A landless knight makes thee a landed squire. -
    Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
    For France, for France, for it is more than need.
BASTARD
    Brother, adieu. Good fortune come to thee,     180
    For thou wast got i'th' way of honesty.
            Exeunt all but the Bastard
    A foot of honour better than I was,
    But many a many foot of land the worse.
    Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
    `Good e'en, Sir Richard' - `God-a-mercy fellow', 185
    And if his name be George I'll call him Peter,
    For new-made honour doth forget men's names,
    'Tis too respective and too sociable
    For your conversion. Now your traveller,
    He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,     190
    And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
    Why then I suck my teeth and catechize
    My picked man of countries. `My dear sir,'
    Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin,
    `I shall beseech you - '. That is Question now,  195
    And then comes Answer like an Absey book.
    `O sir,' says Answer, `at your best command,
    At your employment, at your service, sir.'
    `No sir,' says Question, `I, sweet sir, at yours.'
    And so, ere Answer knows what Question would,       200
    Saving in dialogue of compliment,
    And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
    The Pyrenean and the River Po,
    It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
    But this is worshipful society,              205
    And fits the mounting spirit like myself,
    For he is but a bastard to the time
    That doth not smack of observation,
    And so am I - whether I smack or no,
    And not alone in habit and device,          210
    Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
    But from the inward motion - to deliver
    Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth,
    Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
    Yet to avoid deceit I mean to learn,             215
    For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
            Enter Lady Falconbridge and James Gurney
    But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?
    What woman-post is this? Hath she no husband
    That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
    O me, 'tis my mother! How now, good lady?          220
    What brings you here to court so hastily?
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
    Where is that slave thy brother? Where is he
    That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
BASTARD
    My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's son?
    Colbrand the Giant, that same mighty man?       225
    Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so?
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
    Sir Robert's son, ay, thou unreverent boy,
    Sir Robert's son. Why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert?
    He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou.
BASTARD
    James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?   230
GURNEY
    Good leave, good Philip.
BASTARD
    Philip Sparrow, James!
    There's toys abroad, anon I'll tell thee more.
            Exit James Gurney
    Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son.
    Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
    Upon Good Friday, and ne'er broke his fast.    235
    Sir Robert could do well, marry to confess,
    Could a get me! Sir Robert could not do it:
    We know his handiwork. Therefore, good mother,
    To whom am I beholden for these limbs?
    Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.       240
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
    Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
    That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?
    What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
BASTARD
    Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like!
    What! I am dubbed, I have it on my shoulder.     245
    But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son.
    I have disclaimed Sir Robert, and my land,
    Legitimation, name, and all is gone.
    Then, good my mother, let me know my father,
    Some proper man, I hope, who was it, mother?          250
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
    Hast thou denied thyself a Falconbridge?
BASTARD
    As faithfully as I deny the devil.
LADY FALCONBRIDGE
    King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father.
    By long and vehement suit I was seduced
    To make room for him in my husband's bed.        255
    Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
    Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
    Which was so strongly urged past my defence.
BASTARD
    Now by this light, were I to get again,
    Madam, I would not wish a better father.         260
    Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
    And so doth yours, your fault was not your folly.
    Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
    Subjected tribute to commanding love,
    Against whose fury and unmatched force       265
    The aweless lion could not wage the fight,
    Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
    He that perforce robs lions of their hearts
    May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
    With all my heart I thank thee for my father.     270
    Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well
    When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
    Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin,
    And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
    If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin.      275
    Who says it was, he lies: I say 'twas not.
            Exeunt


ACT II  King John

2.1
            Flourish. Enter before Angiers at one door Philip
            King of France, Louis the Dauphin, Lady
            Constance, and Arthur Duke of Brittany, with
            soldiers, at another door the Duke of Austria,
            wearing a lion's hide, with soldiers
KING PHILIP
    Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. -
    Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
    Richard that robbed the lion of his heart
    And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
    By this brave duke came early to his grave,     5
    And, for amends to his posterity,
    At our importance hither is he come
    To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
    And to rebuke the usurpation
    Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.          10
    Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
ARTHUR  (to Austria)
    God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
    The rather that you give his offspring life,
    Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
    I give you welcome with a powerless hand,        15
    But with a heart full of unstained love.
    Welcome before the gates of Angiers, Duke.
KING PHILIP
    A noble boy. Who would not do thee right?
AUSTRIA  (kissing Arthur)
    Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss
    As seal to this indenture of my love:           20
    That to my home I will no more return
    Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
    Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,
    Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides
    And coops from other lands her islanders,          25
    Even till that England, hedged in with the main,
    That water-walled bulwark, still secure
    And confident from foreign purposes,
    Even till that utmost corner of the west
    Salute thee for her king. Till then, fair boy,    30
    Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
CONSTANCE
    O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
    Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
    To make a more requital to your love.
AUSTRIA
    The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords   35
    In such a just and charitable war.
KING PHILIP
    Well then, to work! Our cannon shall be bent
    Against the brows of this resisting town.
    Call for our chiefest men of discipline
    To cull the plots of best advantages.           40
    We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
    Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
    But we will make it subject to this boy.
CONSTANCE
    Stay for an answer to your embassy,
    Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood.   45
    My lord Chatillon may from England bring
    That right in peace which here we urge in war,
    And then we shall repent each drop of blood
    That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
            Enter Chatillon
KING PHILIP
    A wonder, lady: lo upon thy wish                50
    Our messenger Chatillon is arrived. -
    What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
    We coldly pause for thee. Chatillon, speak.
CHATILLON
    Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
    And stir them up against a mightier task.         55
    England, impatient of your just demands,
    Hath put himself in arms. The adverse winds,
    Whose leisure I have stayed, have given him time
    To land his legions all as soon as I.
    His marches are expedient to this town,            60
    His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
    With him along is come the Mother-Queen,
    An Ate stirring him to blood and strife,
    With her her niece, the Lady Blanche of Spain,
    With them a bastard of the King's deceased,        65
    And all th'unsettled humours of the land -
    Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
    With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens -
    Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
    Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,   70
    To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
    In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits
    Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er
    Did never float upon the swelling tide
    To do offence and scathe in Christendom.        75
            Drum beats
    The interruption of their churlish drums
    Cuts off more circumstance. They are at hand,
    To parley or to fight therefore prepare.
KING PHILIP
    How much unlooked-for is this expedition!
AUSTRIA
    By how much unexpected, by so much          80
    We must awake endeavour for defence,
    For courage mounteth with occasion.
    Let them be welcome then: we are prepared.
            Enter, marching, King John of England, the
            Bastard, Queen Eleanor, Lady Blanche, the Earl of
            Pembroke, and soldiers
KING JOHN
    Peace be to France, if France in peace permit
    Our just and lineal entrance to our own.            85
    If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
    Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
    Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.
KING PHILIP
    Peace be to England, if that war return
    From France to England, there to live in peace.     90
    England we love, and for that England's sake
    With burden of our armour here we sweat.
    This toil of ours should be a work of thine,
    But thou from loving England art so far
    That thou hast underwrought his lawful king,      95
    Cut off the sequence of posterity,
    Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
    Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
    (pointing to Arthur)
    Look here upon thy brother Geoffrey's face.
    These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his,   100
    This little abstract doth contain that large
    Which died in Geoffrey, and the hand of time
    Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
    That Geoffrey was thy elder brother born,
    And this his son, England was Geoffrey's right,     105
    And this is Geoffrey's. In the name of God,
    How comes it then that thou art called a king,
    When living blood doth in these temples beat,
    Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
KING JOHN
    From whom hast thou this great commission, France,   110
    To draw my answer from thy articles?
KING PHILIP
    From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts
    In any breast of strong authority
    To look into the blots and stains of right.
    That judge hath made me guardian to this boy,    115
    Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong,
    And by whose help I mean to chastise it.
KING JOHN
    Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
KING PHILIP
    Excuse it is to beat usurping down.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?   120
CONSTANCE
    Let me make answer: thy usurping son.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Out, insolent! Thy bastard shall be king
    That thou mayst be a queen and check the world.
CONSTANCE
    My bed was ever to thy son as true
    As thine was to thy husband, and this boy       125
    Liker in feature to his father Geoffrey
    Than thou and John in manners, being as like
    As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
    My boy a bastard? By my soul I think
    His father never was so true begot.       130
    It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
QUEEN ELEANOR  (to Arthur)
    There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
CONSTANCE  (to Arthur)
    There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.
AUSTRIA
    Peace!
BASTARD
    Hear the crier!
AUSTRIA
    What the devil art thou?
BASTARD
    One that will play the devil, sir, with you,      135
    An a may catch your hide and you alone.
    You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
    Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard.
    I'll smoke your skin-coat an I catch you right -
    Sirrah, look to't - i'faith I will, i'faith!     140
BLANCHE
    O, well did he become that lion's robe
    That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
BASTARD
    It lies as sightly on the back of him
    As great Alcides' shows upon an ass.
    But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back,    145
    Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
AUSTRIA
    What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
    With this abundance of superfluous breath? -
    King Philip, determine what we shall do straight.
KING PHILIP
    Women and fools, break off your conference. -    150
    King John, this is the very sum of all:
    England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
    In right of Arthur do I claim of thee.
    Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?
KING JOHN
    My life as soon. I do defy thee, France. -     155
    Arthur of Brittany, yield thee to my hand,
    And out of my dear love I'll give thee more
    Than e'er the coward hand of France can win.
    Submit thee, boy.
QUEEN ELEANOR  (to Arthur)
    Come to thy grandam, child.
CONSTANCE  (to Arthur)
    Do, child, go to it grandam, child.               160
    Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will
    Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig.
    There's a good grandam.
ARTHUR
    Good my mother, peace.
    I would that I were low laid in my grave.
    I am not worth this coil that's made for me.     165
            He weeps
QUEEN ELEANOR
    His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.
CONSTANCE
    Now shame upon you, whe'er she does or no!
    His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,
    Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
    Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee,            170
    Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed
    To do him justice and revenge on you.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!
CONSTANCE
    Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!
    Call not me slanderer. Thou and thine usurp         175
    The dominations, royalties and rights
    Of this oppressed boy. This is thy eld'st son's son,
    Infortunate in nothing but in thee.
    Thy sins are visited in this poor child,
    The canon of the law is laid on him,           180
    Being but the second generation
    Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
KING JOHN
    Bedlam, have done.
CONSTANCE      I have but this to say:
    That he is not only plagued for her sin,
    But God hath made her sin and her the plague     185
    On this removed issue, plagued for her
    And with her plague, her sin his injury,
    Her injury the beadle to her sin,
    All punished in the person of this child,
    And all for her. A plague upon her!            190
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
    A will that bars the title of thy son.
CONSTANCE
    Ay, who doubts that? A will, a wicked will,
    A woman's will, a cankered grandam's will!
KING PHILIP
    Peace, lady, pause or be more temperate.    195
    It ill beseems this presence to cry aim
    To these ill-tuned repetitions. -
    Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
    These men of Angiers. Let us hear them speak
    Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.          200
            Trumpet sounds. Enter a Citizen upon the walls
CITIZEN
    Who is it that hath warned us to the walls?
KING PHILIP
    'Tis France for England.
KING JOHN
    England for itself.
    You men of Angiers and my loving subjects -
KING PHILIP
    You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,
    Our trumpet called you to this gentle parle -    205
KING JOHN
    For our advantage, therefore hear us first.
    These flags of France that are advanced here
    Before the eye and prospect of your town,
    Have hither marched to your endamagement.
    The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,    210
    And ready mounted are they to spit forth
    Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.
    All preparation for a bloody siege
    And merciless proceeding by these French
    Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates,   215
    And but for our approach, those sleeping stones
    That as a waist doth girdle you about,
    By the compulsion of their ordinance,
    By this time from their fixed beds of lime
    Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made     220
    For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
    But on the sight of us your lawful king,
    Who painfully, with much expedient march,
    Have brought a countercheck before your gates
    To save unscratched your city's threatened cheeks,   225
    Behold the French, amazed, vouchsafe a parle,
    And now instead of bullets wrapped in fire
    To make a shaking fever in your walls,
    They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke
    To make a faithless error in your ears,            230
    Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
    And let us in, your king, whose laboured spirits,
    Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
    Craves harbourage within your city walls.
KING PHILIP
    When I have said, make answer to us both.       235
            He takes Arthur's hand
    Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
    Is most divinely vowed upon the right
    Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
    Son to the elder brother of this man
    And king o'er him and all that he enjoys.       240
    For this downtrodden equity we tread
    In warlike march these greens before your town,
    Being no further enemy to you
    Than the constraint of hospitable zeal
    In the relief of this oppressed child     245
    Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
    To pay that duty which you truly owe
    To him that owes it, namely this young prince,
    And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
    Save in aspect, hath all offence sealed up:      250
    Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
    Against th'invulnerable clouds of heaven,
    And with a blessed and unvexed retire,
    With unhacked swords and helmets all unbruised,
    We will bear home that lusty blood again          255
    Which here we came to spout against your town,
    And leave your children, wives, and you in peace.
    But if you fondly pass our proffered offer,
    'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls
    Can hide you from our messengers of war,         260
    Though all these English and their discipline
    Were harboured in their rude circumference.
    Then tell us, shall your city call us lord
    In that behalf which we have challenged it,
    Or shall we give the signal to our rage,      265
    And stalk in blood to our possession?
CITIZEN
    In brief, we are the King of England's subjects.
    For him and in his right we hold this town.
KING JOHN
    Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
CITIZEN
    That can we not, but he that proves the king,    270
    To him will we prove loyal, till that time
    Have we rammed up our gates against the world.
KING JOHN
    Doth not the crown of England prove the king?
    And if not that, I bring you witnesses:
    Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed -  275
BASTARD  (aside)
    Bastards and else.
KING JOHN
    To verify our title with their lives.
KING PHILIP
    As many and as well-born bloods as those -
BASTARD  (aside)
    Some bastards too.
KING PHILIP
    Stand in his face to contradict his claim.   280
CITIZEN
    Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
    We for the worthiest hold the right from both.
KING JOHN
    Then God forgive the sin of all those souls
    That to their everlasting residence,
    Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet       285
    In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king.
KING PHILIP
    Amen, Amen! Mount, chevaliers! To arms!
BASTARD
    Saint George that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
    Sits on's horseback at mine hostess' door,
    Teach us some fence!  (to Austria)  Sirrah, were I at home
    At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
    I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide
    And make a monster of you.
AUSTRIA
    Peace, no more.
BASTARD
    O tremble, for you hear the lion roar!
KING JOHN
    Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth     295
    In best appointment all our regiments.
BASTARD
    Speed then, to take advantage of the field.
KING PHILIP
    It shall be so, and at the other hill
    Command the rest to stand. God and our right!
            Exeunt severally King John and King Philip
            with their powers. The Citizen remains on the walls.
            Alarum. Here, after excursions, enter at one door
            the French Herald, with a trumpeter, to the gates
FRENCH HERALD
    You men of Angiers, open wide your gates       300
    And let young Arthur Duke of Brittany in,
    Who by the hand of France this day hath made
    Much work for tears in many an English mother,
    Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground,
    Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,           305
    Coldly embracing the discoloured earth,
    And victory with little loss doth play
    Upon the dancing banners of the French,
    Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
    To enter conquerors, and to proclaim             310
    Arthur of Brittany England's king and yours.
            Enter at another door the English Herald, with a
            trumpeter
ENGLISH HERALD
    Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells!
    King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
    Commander of this hot malicious day.
    Their armours that marched hence so silver-bright.   315
    Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood.
    There stuck no plume in any English crest
    That is removed by a staff of France,
    Our colours do return in those same hands
    That did display them when we first marched forth,   320
    And like a jolly troop of huntsmen come
    Our lusty English, all with purpled hands
    Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes.
    Open your gates and give the victors way.
CITIZEN
    Heralds, from off our towers we might behold     325
    From first to last the onset and retire
    Of both your armies, whose equality
    By our best eyes cannot be censured.
    Blood hath bought blood and blows have answered blows,
    Strength matched with strength and power confronted power.
    Both are alike, and both alike we like.
    One must prove greatest. While they weigh so even,
    We hold our town for neither, yet for both.
            Enter at one door King John, the Bastard, Queen
            Eleanor and Lady Blanche, with soldiers, at another
            door King Philip, Louis the Dauphin, and the Duke
            of Austria with soldiers
KING JOHN
    France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
    Say, shall the current of our right run on,        335
    Whose passage, vexed with thy impediment,
    Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell
    With course disturbed even thy confining shores,
    Unless thou let his silver water keep
    A peaceful progress to the ocean?                340
KING PHILIP
    England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood
    In this hot trial more than we of France,
    Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,
    That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
    Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,         345
    We'll put thee down 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
    Or add a royal number to the dead,
    Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss
    With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.
BASTARD
    Ha, majesty! How high thy glory towers             350
    When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
    O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel,
    The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs,
    And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men
    In undetermined differences of kings.             355
    Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
    Cry havoc, Kings! Back to the stained field,
    You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
    Then let confusion of one part confirm
    The other's peace, till then, blows, blood, and death!
KING JOHN
    Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
KING PHILIP
    Speak, citizens, for England: who's your king?
CITIZEN
    The King of England, when we know the King.
KING PHILIP
    Know him in us, that here hold up his right.
KING JOHN
    In us, that are our own great deputy             365
    And bear possession of our person here,
    Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
CITIZEN
    A greater power than we denies all this,
    And, till it be undoubted, we do lock
    Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates,   370
    Kinged of our fear, until our fears resolved
    Be by some certain king, purged and deposed.
BASTARD
    By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, Kings,
    And stand securely on their battlements
    As in a theatre, whence they gape and point     375
    At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
    Your royal presences be ruled by me.
    Do like the mutines of Jerusalem:
    Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend
    Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town.      380
    By east and west let France and England mount
    Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths,
    Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawled down
    The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city.
    I'd play incessantly upon these jades,          385
    Even till unfenced desolation
    Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
    That done, dissever your united strengths,
    And part your mingled colours once again,
    Turn face to face, and bloody point to point.   390
    Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth
    Out of one side her happy minion,
    To whom in favour she shall give the day,
    And kiss him with a glorious victory.
    How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?    395
    Smacks it not something of the policy?
KING JOHN
    Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
    I like it well. - France, shall we knit our powers,
    And lay this Angiers even with the ground,
    Then after fight who shall be king of it?       400
BASTARD
    An if thou hast the mettle of a king,
    Being wronged as we are by this peevish town,
    Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
    As we will ours, against these saucy walls,
    And when that we have dashed them to the ground,   405
    Why, then defy each other, and pell-mell
    Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.
KING PHILIP
    Let it be so. - Say, where will you assault?
KING JOHN
    We from the west will send destruction
    Into this city's bosom.                          410
AUSTRIA
    I from the north.
KING PHILIP
    Our thunder from the south
    Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
BASTARD  [to King John]
    O prudent discipline! From north to south
    Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth.    415
    I'll stir them to it. Come, away, away!
CITIZEN
    Hear us, great Kings, vouchsafe a while to stay,
    And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league.
    Win you this city without stroke or wound,
    Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,     420
    That here come sacrifices for the field.
    Persever not, but hear me, mighty Kings.
KING JOHN
    Speak on with favour, we are bent to hear.
CITIZEN
    That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanche,
    Is niece to England. Look upon the years          425
    Of Louis the Dauphin and that lovely maid.
    If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
    Where should he find it fairer than in Blanche?
    If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
    Where should he find it purer than in Blanche?     430
    If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
    Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanche?
    Such as she is in beauty, virtue, birth,
    Is the young Dauphin every way complete,
    If not complete, O, say he is not she,            435
    And she again wants nothing - to name want -
    If want it be not that she is not he.
    He is the half part of a blessed man,
    Left to be finished by such as she,
    And she a fair divided excellence,            440
    Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
    O, two such silver currents when they join
    Do glorify the banks that bound them in,
    And two such shores to two such streams made one,
    Two such controlling bounds, shall you be, Kings,    445
    To these two princes if you marry them.
    This union shall do more than battery can
    To our fast-closed gates, for at this match,
    With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
    The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,      450
    And give you entrance. But without this match
    The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
    Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
    More free from motion, no, not Death himself
    In mortal fury half so peremptory,              455
    As we to keep this city.
BASTARD  [aside]
    Here's a stay
    That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
    Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed,
    That spits forth Death and mountains, rocks and seas,
    Talks as familiarly of roaring lions                  460
    As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
    What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?
    He speaks plain cannon: fire, and smoke, and bounce,
    He gives the bastinado with his tongue,
    Our ears are cudgelled, not a word of his          465
    But buffets better than a fist of France.
    Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words
    Since I first called my brother's father Dad.
QUEEN ELEANOR  (aside to King John)
    Son, list to this conjunction, make this match,
    Give with our niece a dowry large enough,          470
    For, by this knot, thou shalt so surely tie
    Thy now unsured assurance to the crown
    That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
    The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
    I see a yielding in the looks of France,           475
    Mark how they whisper. Urge them while their souls
    Are capable of this ambition,
    Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
    Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
    Cool and congeal again to what it was.     480
CITIZEN
    Why answer not the double majesties
    This friendly treaty of our threatened town?
KING PHILIP
    Speak England first, that hath been forward first
    To speak unto this city: what say you?
KING JOHN
    If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,     485
    Can in this book of beauty read `I love',
    Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen,
    For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitou,
    And all that we upon this side the sea -
    Except this city now by us besieged -       490
    Find liable to our crown and dignity,
    Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich
    In titles, honours, and promotions,
    As she in beauty, education, blood,
    Holds hand with any princess of the world.         495
KING PHILIP
    What sayst thou, boy? Look in the lady's face.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
    A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
    The shadow of myself formed in her eye,
    Which, being but the shadow of your son,      500
    Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow.
    I do protest I never loved myself
    Till now enfixed I beheld myself
    Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
            He whispers with Blanche
BASTARD  (aside)
    Drawn in the flattering table of her eye,     505
    Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
    And quartered in her heart: he doth espy
    Himself love's traitor. This is pity now,
    That hanged and drawn and quartered there should be
    In such a love so vile a lout as he.          510
BLANCHE  (to Louis the Dauphin)
    My uncle's will in this respect is mine.
    If he see aught in you that makes him like,
    That anything he sees which moves his liking
    I can with ease translate it to my will,
    Or if you will, to speak more properly,      515
    I will enforce it easily to my love.
    Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
    That all I see in you is worthy love,
    Than this: that nothing do I see in you,
    Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,
    That I can find should merit any hate.
KING JOHN
    What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?
BLANCHE
    That she is bound in honour still to do
    What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.
KING JOHN
    Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love,
    For I do love her most unfeignedly.
KING JOHN
    Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
    Poitou, and Anjou, these five provinces,
    With her to thee, and this addition more:     530
    Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
    Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal,
    Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
KING PHILIP
    It likes us well. - Young princes, close your hands.
AUSTRIA
    And your lips too, for I am well assured       535
    That I did so when I was first assured.
            Louis the Dauphin and Lady Blanche join hands
            and kiss
KING PHILIP
    Now citizens of Angiers, ope your gates.
    Let in that amity which you have made,
    For at Saint Mary's chapel presently
    The rites of marriage shall be solemnized. -   540
    Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?
    (aside)   I know she is not, for this match made up
    Her presence would have interrupted much.
    (aloud)   Where is she and her son? Tell me who knows.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.
KING PHILIP
    And by my faith this league that we have made
    Will give her sadness very little cure. -
    Brother of England, how may we content
    This widow lady? In her right we came,
    Which we, God knows, have turned another way    550
    To our own vantage.
KING JOHN
    We will heal up all,
    For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Brittany
    And Earl of Richmond, and this rich fair town
    We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance.
    Some speedy messenger bid her repair           555
    To our solemnity. I trust we shall,
    If not fill up the measure of her will,
    Yet in some measure satisfy her so
    That we shall stop her exclamation.
    Go we as well as haste will suffer us     560
    To this unlooked-for, unprepared pomp.
            Flourish. Exeunt all but the Bastard
BASTARD
    Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!
    John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
    Hath willingly departed with a part,
    And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,   565
    Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
    As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
    With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
    That broker that still breaks the pate of faith,
    That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,        570
    Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids, -
    Who having no external thing to lose
    But the word `maid', cheats the poor maid of that -
    That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity,
    Commodity, the bias of the world,                 575
    The world who of itself is peised well,
    Made to run even upon even ground,
    Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,
    This sway of motion, this commodity,
    Makes it take head from all indifferency,       580
    From all direction, purpose, course, intent,
    And this same bias, this commodity,
    This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
    Clapped on the outward eye of fickle France,
    Hath drawn him from his own determined aid,    585
    From a resolved and honourable war,
    To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
    And why rail I on this commodity?
    But for because he hath not wooed me yet -
    Not that I have the power to clutch my hand   590
    When his fair angels would salute my palm,
    But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
    Like a poor beggar raileth on the rich.
    Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail,
    And say there is no sin but to be rich,     595
    And being rich, my virtue then shall be
    To say there is no vice but beggary.
    Since kings break faith upon commodity,
    Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.
            Exit


2.2
            Enter Lady Constance, Arthur Duke of Brittany,
            and the Earl of Salisbury
CONSTANCE  (to Salisbury)
    Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace?
    False blood to false blood joined! Gone to be friends?
    Shall Louis have Blanche, and Blanche those provinces?
    It is not so, thou hast misspoke, misheard.
    Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again.     5
    It cannot be, thou dost but say 'tis so.
    I trust I may not trust thee, for thy word
    Is but the vain breath of a common man.
    Believe me, I do not believe thee, man,
    I have a king's oath to the contrary.         10
    Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting me,
    For I am sick and capable of fears,
    Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears,
    A widow husbandless, subject to fears,
    A woman naturally born to fears,                 15
    And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,
    With my vexed spirits I cannot take a truce,
    But they will quake and tremble all this day.
    What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
    Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?           20
    What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
    Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
    Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
    Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?
    Then speak again - not all thy former tale,   25
    But this one word: whether thy tale be true.
SALISBURY
    As true as I believe you think them false
    That give you cause to prove my saying true.
CONSTANCE
    O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
    Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,     30
    And let belief and life encounter so
    As doth the fury of two desperate men
    Which in the very meeting fall and die.
    Louis marry Blanche!  (to Arthur)  O boy, then where  art thou?
    France friend with England! - What becomes of me?         35
    (to Salisbury)  Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy sight,
    This news hath made thee a most ugly man.
SALISBURY
    What other harm have I, good lady, done,
    But spoke the harm that is by others done?
CONSTANCE
    Which harm within itself so heinous is      40
    As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
ARTHUR
    I do beseech you, madam, be content.
CONSTANCE
    If thou that bidd'st me be content wert grim,
    Ugly and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
    Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,    45
    Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
    Patched with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
    I would not care, I then would be content,
    For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
    Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.      50
    But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
    Nature and Fortune joined to make thee great.
    Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
    And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,
    She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee,      55
    Sh'adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,
    And with her golden hand hath plucked on France
    To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
    And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
    France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,     60
    That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John.
    (to Salisbury)  Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
    Envenom him with words, or get thee gone
    And leave those woes alone, which I alone
    Am bound to underbear.
SALISBURY
    Pardon me, madam,      65
    I may not go without you to the Kings.
CONSTANCE
    Thou mayst, thou shalt, I will not go with thee.
    I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,
    For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
            She sits upon the ground
    To me and to the state of my great grief     70
    Let kings assemble, for my grief's so great
    That no supporter but the huge firm earth
    Can hold it up. Here I and sorrows sit,
    Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
            Exeunt Salisbury and Arthur


ACT III  King John

3.1
            Flourish. Enter King John and King Philip hand
            in hand, Louis the Dauphin and Lady Blanche,
            married, Queen Eleanor, the Bastard, and the
            Duke of Austria
KING PHILIP  (to Blanche)
    'Tis true, fair daughter, and this blessed day
    Ever in France shall be kept festival.
    To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
    Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
    Turning with splendour of his precious eye      5
    The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
    The yearly course that brings this day about
    Shall never see it but a holy day.
CONSTANCE  (rising)
    A wicked day, and not a holy day!
    What hath this day deserved? What hath it done,   10
    That it in golden letters should be set
    Among the high tides in the calendar?
    Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
    This day of shame, oppression, perjury.
    Or if it must stand still, let wives with child    15
    Pray that their burdens may not fall this day,
    Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed,
    But on this day let seamen fear no wreck,
    No bargains break that are not this day made,
    This day all things begun come to ill end,       20
    Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change.
KING PHILIP
    By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
    To curse the fair proceedings of this day.
    Have I not pawned to you my majesty?
CONSTANCE
    You have beguiled me with a counterfeit          25
    Resembling majesty, which being touched and tried
    Proves valueless. You are forsworn, forsworn.
    You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,
    But now in arms you strengthen it with yours.
    The grappling vigour and rough frown of war     30
    Is cold in amity and painted peace,
    And our oppression hath made up this league.
    Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured Kings!
    A widow cries, be husband to me, God!
    Let not the hours of this ungodly day            35
    Wear out the day in peace, but ere sun set
    Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured Kings.
    Hear me, O hear me!
AUSTRIA
    Lady Constance, peace.
CONSTANCE
    War, war, no peace! Peace is to me a war.
    O Lymoges, O Austria, thou dost shame         40
    That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
    Thou little valiant, great in villainy,
    Thou ever strong upon the stronger side,
    Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight
    But when her humorous ladyship is by             45
    To teach thee safety. Thou art perjured too,
    And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
    A ramping fool, to brag and stamp, and swear
    Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
    Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,    50
    Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
    Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
    And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
    Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it, for shame,
    And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.   55
AUSTRIA
    O, that a man should speak those words to me!
BASTARD
    And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
AUSTRIA
    Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life.
BASTARD
    And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
KING JOHN  (to the Bastard)
    We like not this. Thou dost forget thyself.     60
            Enter Cardinal Pandulph
KING PHILIP
    Here comes the holy legate of the Pope.
PANDULPH
    Hail, you anointed deputies of God. -
    To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
    I Pandulph, of fair Milan Cardinal,
    And from Pope Innocent the legate here,     65
    Do in his name religiously demand
    Why thou against the Church, our Holy Mother,
    So wilfully dost spurn, and force perforce
    Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
    Of Canterbury, from that holy see.         70
    This, in our foresaid Holy Father's name,
    Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
KING JOHN
    What earthy name to interrogatories
    Can task the free breath of a sacred king?
    Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name     75
    So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous
    To charge me to an answer, as the Pope.
    Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England
    Add thus much more: that no Italian priest
    Shall tithe or toll in our dominions,       80
    But as we, under God, are supreme head,
    So, under him, that great supremacy
    Where we do reign we will alone uphold
    Without th'assistance of a mortal hand.
    So tell the Pope, all reverence set apart    85
    To him and his usurped authority.
KING PHILIP
    Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.
KING JOHN
    Though you and all the kings of Christendom
    Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
    Dreading the curse that money may buy out,      90
    And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
    Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
    Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,
    Though you and all the rest so grossly led
    This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,    95
    Yet I alone, alone do me oppose
    Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.
PANDULPH
    Then by the lawful power that I have
    Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate,
    And blessed shall he be that doth revolt       100
    From his allegiance to an heretic,
    And meritorious shall that hand be called,
    Canonized and worshipped as a saint,
    That takes away by any secret course
    Thy hateful life.
CONSTANCE
    O lawful let it be                   105
    That I have room with Rome to curse awhile.
    Good Father Cardinal, cry thou `Amen'
    To my keen curses, for without my wrong
    There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.
PANDULPH
    There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.   110
CONSTANCE
    And for mine too. When law can do no right,
    Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong.
    Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
    For he that holds his kingdom holds the law.
    Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,    115
    How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
PANDULPH
    Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
    Let go the hand of that arch-heretic,
    And raise the power of France upon his head,
    Unless he do submit himself to Rome.             120
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Look'st thou pale, France? Do not let go thy hand.
CONSTANCE  [to King John]
    Look to it, devil, lest that France repent,
    And by disjoining hands hell lose a soul.
AUSTRIA
    King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
BASTARD
    And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.   125
AUSTRIA
    Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,
    Because -
BASTARD
    Your breeches best may carry them.
KING JOHN
    Philip, what sayst thou to the Cardinal?
CONSTANCE
    What should he say, but as the Cardinal?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Bethink you, Father, for the difference     130
    Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
    Or the light loss of England for a friend.
    Forgo the easier.
BLANCHE
    That's the curse of Rome.
CONSTANCE
    O Louis, stand fast, the devil tempts thee here
    In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.          135
BLANCHE
    The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,
    But from her need.
CONSTANCE  [to King Philip]    O if thou grant my need,
    Which only lives but by the death of faith,
    That need must needs infer this principle:
    That faith would live again by death of need.    140
    O, then tread down my need, and faith mounts up,
    Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
KING JOHN
    The King is moved, and answers not to this.
CONSTANCE  (to King Philip)
    O, be removed from him, and answer well.
AUSTRIA
    Do so, King Philip, hang no more in doubt.      145
BASTARD
    Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.
KING PHILIP
    I am perplexed, and know not what to say.
PANDULPH
    What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,
    If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?
KING PHILIP
    Good Reverend Father, make my person yours,   150
    And tell me how you would bestow yourself.
    This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
    And the conjunction of our inward souls
    Married in league, coupled and linked together
    With all religious strength of sacred vows,      155
    The latest breath that gave the sound of words
    Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
    Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,
    And even before this truce, but new before,
    No longer than we well could wash our hands      160
    To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
    God knows, they were besmeared and over-stained
    With slaughter's pencil, where Revenge did paint
    The fearful difference of incensed kings,
    And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,   165
    So newly joined in love, so strong in both,
    Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet,
    Play fast and loose with faith, so jest with heaven,
    Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
    As now again to snatch our palm from palm,        170
    Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed
    Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
    And make a riot on the gentle brow
    Of true sincerity? O holy sir,
    My Reverend Father, let it not be so.      175
    Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
    Some gentle order, and then we shall be blessed
    To do your pleasure and continue friends.
PANDULPH
    All form is formless, order orderless,
    Save what is opposite to England's love.        180
    Therefore to arms, be champion of our Church,
    Or let the Church, our mother, breathe her curse,
    A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
    France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,
    A crazed lion by the mortal paw,                  185
    A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
    Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
KING PHILIP
    I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.
PANDULPH
    So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith,
    And like a civil war, sett'st oath to oath,      190
    Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow,
    First made to heaven, first be to heaven performed,
    That is, to be the champion of our Church.
    What since thou swor'st is sworn against thyself,
    And may not be performed by thyself,              195
    For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss
    Is not amiss when it is truly done,
    And being not done where doing tends to ill,
    The truth is then most done not doing it.
    The better act of purposes mistook           200
    Is to mistake again, though indirect,
    Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
    And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire
    Within the scorched veins of one new burned.
    It is religion that doth make vows kept,          205
    But thou hast sworn against religion,
    By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou swear'st,
    And mak'st an oath the surety for thy troth:
    Against an oath, the truth. Thou art unsure
    To swear: swear'st only not to be forsworn -     210
    Else what a mockery should it be to swear! -
    But thou dost swear only to be forsworn,
    And most forsworn to keep what thou dost swear,
    Therefore thy later vows against thy first
    Is in thyself rebellion to thyself,             215
    And better conquest never canst thou make
    Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
    Against these giddy loose suggestions,
    Upon which better part our prayers come in
    If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know     220
    The peril of our curses light on thee
    So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
    But in despair die under their black weight.
AUSTRIA
    Rebellion, flat rebellion!
BASTARD
    Wilt not be?
    Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine?    225
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Father, to arms!
BLANCHE
    Upon thy wedding day?
    Against the blood that thou hast married?
    What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?
    Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,
    Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?       230
            She kneels
    O husband, hear me! Ay, alack, how new
    Is `husband' in my mouth! Even for that name
    Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
    Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
    Against mine uncle.
CONSTANCE
    O, upon my knee                   235
    Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
    Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom
    Forethought by heaven.
BLANCHE  (to Louis the Dauphin)
    Now shall I see thy love: what motive may
    Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?    240
CONSTANCE
    That which upholdeth him that thee upholds:
    His honour. - O thine honour, Louis, thine honour!
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN  (to King Philip)
    I muse your majesty doth seem so cold
    When such profound respects do pull you on.
PANDULPH
    I will denounce a curse upon his head.    245
KING PHILIP
    Thou shalt not need. - England, I will fall from thee.
            He takes his hand from King John's hand. Blanche
            and Constance rise
CONSTANCE
    O, fair return of banished majesty!
QUEEN ELEANOR
    O, foul revolt of French inconstancy!
KING JOHN
    France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.
BASTARD
    Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,    250
    Is it as he will? - Well then, France shall rue.
BLANCHE
    The sun's o'ercast with blood, fair day, adieu!
    Which is the side that I must go withal?
    I am with both, each army hath a hand,
    And in their rage, I having hold of both,       255
    They whirl asunder and dismember me.
    Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win. -
    Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose. -
    Father, I may not wish the fortune thine. -
    Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive.       260
    Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose,
    Assured loss before the match be played.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
BLANCHE
    There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
KING JOHN  (to the Bastard)
    Cousin, go draw our puissance together. -      265
            Exit the Bastard
    France, I am burned up with inflaming wrath,
    A rage whose heat hath this condition:
    That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
    The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.
KING PHILIP
    Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn    270
    To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire.
    Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
KING JOHN
    No more than he that threats. - To arms let's hie!
            Exeunt severally


3.2
            Alarum, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with the
            Duke of Austria's head
BASTARD
    Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot,
    Some airy devil hovers in the sky
    And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there,
    While Philip breathes.
            Enter King John, Arthur Duke of Brittany, and
            Hubert
KING JOHN
    Hubert, keep this boy. - Philip, make up!                  5
    My mother is assailed in our tent,
    And ta'en I fear.
BASTARD
    My lord, I rescued her,
    Her highness is in safety, fear you not.
    But on, my liege, for very little pains
    Will bring this labour to an happy end.              10
            Exeunt King John and the Bastard at one door,
            Hubert and Arthur at another door



3.3
            Alarum, excursions, retreat. Enter King John,
            Queen Eleanor, Arthur Duke of Brittany, the
            Bastard, Hubert, lords, with soldiers
KING JOHN  (to Queen Eleanor)
    So shall it be, your grace shall stay behind
    So strongly guarded.  (to Arthur)    Cousin, look not sad,
    Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
    As dear be to thee as thy father was.
ARTHUR
    O, this will make my mother die with grief.     5
KING JOHN  (to the Bastard)
    Cousin, away for England! Haste before,
    And ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
    Of hoarding abbots. The fat ribs of peace
    Must by the hungry now be fed upon.
    Imprisoned angels set at liberty.              10
    Use our commission in his utmost force.
BASTARD
    Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back
    When gold and silver becks me to come on.
    I leave your highness. - Grandam, I will pray,
    If ever I remember to be holy,                  15
    For your fair safety. So I kiss your hand.
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Farewell, gentle cousin.
KING JOHN
    Coz, farewell.
            Exit the Bastard
QUEEN ELEANOR
    Come hither, little kinsman. Hark, a word.
            She takes Arthur aside
KING JOHN
    Come hither, Hubert.
            He takes Hubert aside
    O my gentle Hubert,
    We owe thee much. Within this wall of flesh    20
    There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
    And with advantage means to pay thy love,
    And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
    Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
    Give me thy hand.
            He takes Hubert's hand
    I had a thing to say,                     25
    But I will fit it with some better tune.
    By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed
    To say what good respect I have of thee.
HUBERT
    I am much bounden to your majesty.
KING JOHN
    Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,     30
    But thou shalt have, and creep time ne'er so slow,
    Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
    I had a thing to say - but let it go.
    The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
    Attended with the pleasures of the world,      35
    Is all too wanton and too full of gauds
    To give me audience. If the midnight bell
    Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
    Sound on into the drowsy race of night,
    If this same were a churchyard where we stand,    40
    And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,
    Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
    Had baked thy blood and made it heavy, thick,
    Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
    Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes       45
    And strain their cheeks to idle merriment -
    A passion hateful to my purposes -
    Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
    Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
    Without a tongue, using conceit alone,           50
    Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words,
    Then in despite of broad-eyed watchful day
    I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
    But, ah, I will not. Yet I love thee well,
    And by my troth, I think thou lov'st me well.    55
HUBERT
    So well that what you bid me undertake,
    Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
    By heaven, I would do it.
KING JOHN
    Do not I know thou wouldst?
    Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
    On yon young boy. I'll tell thee what, my friend,   60
    He is a very serpent in my way,
    And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
    He lies before me. Dost thou understand me?
    Thou art his keeper.
HUBERT
    And I'll keep him so
    That he shall not offend your majesty.     65
KING JOHN
    Death.
HUBERT
    My lord.
KING JOHN
    A grave.
HUBERT
    He shall not live.
KING JOHN
    Enough.
    I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee.
    Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee.
    Remember.  (to Queen Eleanor)    Madam, fare you well.
    I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.            70
QUEEN ELEANOR
    My blessing go with thee.
KING JOHN  (to Arthur)
    For England, cousin, go.
    Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
    With all true duty. - On toward Calais, ho!
            Exeunt Queen Eleanor, attended, at one door,
            the rest at another door


3.4
            Enter King Philip, Louis the Dauphin, Cardinal
            Pandulph, and attendants
KING PHILIP
    So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
    A whole armada of convicted sail
    Is scattered and disjoined from fellowship.
PANDULPH
    Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well.
KING PHILIP
    What can go well when we have run so ill?           5
    Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost,
    Arthur ta'en prisoner, divers dear friends slain,
    And bloody England into England gone,
    O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    What he hath won, that hath he fortified.      10
    So hot a speed, with such advice disposed,
    Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
    Doth want example. Who hath read or heard
    Of any kindred action like to this?
KING PHILIP
    Well could I bear that England had this praise,     15
    So we could find some pattern of our shame.
            Enter Constance, distracted, with her hair about
            her ears
    Look who comes here! A grave unto a soul,
    Holding th'eternal spirit against her will
    In the vile prison of afflicted breath. -
    I prithee, lady, go away with me.                  20
CONSTANCE
    Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace!
KING PHILIP
    Patience, good lady, comfort, gentle Constance.
CONSTANCE
    No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
    But that which ends all counsel, true redress:
    Death, Death, O amiable, lovely Death!          25
    Thou odoriferous stench, sound rottenness!
    Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
    Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
    And I will kiss thy detestable bones,
    And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows,          30
    And ring these fingers with thy household worms,
    And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
    And be a carrion monster like thyself.
    Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st,
    And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,          35
    O, come to me!
KING PHILIP
    O fair affliction, peace!
CONSTANCE
    No, no, I will not, having breath to cry.
    O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
    Then with a passion would I shake the world,
    And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,           40
    Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
    Which scorns a modern invocation.
PANDULPH
    Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
CONSTANCE
    Thou art not holy to belie me so.
    I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine,       45
    My name is Constance, I was Geoffrey's wife,
    Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost.
    I am not mad, I would to God I were,
    For then 'tis like I should forget myself.
    O, if I could, what grief should I forget!      50
    Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
    And thou shalt be canonized, Cardinal.
    For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
    My reasonable part produces reason
    How I may be delivered of these woes,          55
    And teaches me to kill or hang myself.
    If I were mad I should forget my son,
    Or madly think a babe of clouts were he.
    I am not mad, too well, too well I feel
    The different plague of each calamity.    60
KING PHILIP
    Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note
    In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
    Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
    Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
    Do glue themselves in sociable grief,            65
    Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
    Sticking together in calamity.
CONSTANCE
    To England, if you will.
KING PHILIP
    Bind up your hairs.
CONSTANCE
    Yes, that I will. And wherefore will I do it?
    I tore them from their bonds, and cried aloud,    70
    `O that these hands could so redeem my son,
    As they have given these hairs their liberty!'
    But now I envy at their liberty,
    And will again commit them to their bonds,
    Because my poor child is a prisoner.          75
            She binds up her hair
    And Father Cardinal, I have heard you say
    That we shall see and know our friends in heaven.
    If that be true, I shall see my boy again,
    For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
    To him that did but yesterday suspire,              80
    There was not such a gracious creature born.
    But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud,
    And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
    And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
    As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,            85
    And so he'll die, and rising so again,
    When I shall meet him in the court of heaven,
    I shall not know him, therefore never, never
    Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
PANDULPH
    You hold too heinous a respect of grief.    90
CONSTANCE
    He talks to me that never had a son.
KING PHILIP
    You are as fond of grief as of your child.
CONSTANCE
    Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
    Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
    Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,     95
    Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
    Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form,
    Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
    Fare you well. Had you such a loss as I,
    I could give better comfort than you do.       100
            She unbinds her hair
    I will not keep this form upon my head
    When there is such disorder in my wit.
    O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son,
    My life, my joy, my food, my all the world,
    My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure!       105
            Exit
KING PHILIP
    I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
            Exit attended
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    There's nothing in this world can make me joy.
    Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
    Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man,
    And bitter shame hath spoiled the sweet world's taste,
    That it yields naught but shame and bitterness.
PANDULPH
    Before the curing of a strong disease,
    Even in the instant of repair and health,
    The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave,
    On their departure most of all show evil.         115
    What have you lost by losing of this day?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
PANDULPH
    If you had won it, certainly you had.
    No, no, when Fortune means to men most good,
    She looks upon them with a threat'ning eye.         120
    'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost
    In this which he accounts so clearly won.
    Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
PANDULPH
    Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.    125
    Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit,
    For even the breath of what I mean to speak
    Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
    Out of the path which shall directly lead
    Thy foot to England's throne. And therefore mark.   130
    John hath seized Arthur, and it cannot be
    That whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins
    The misplaced John should entertain an hour,
    One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.
    A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand         135
    Must be as boisterously maintained as gained,
    And he that stands upon a slipp'ry place
    Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
    That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall,
    So be it, for it cannot be but so.                   140
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
PANDULPH
    You, in the right of Lady Blanche your wife,
    May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
PANDULPH
    How green you are, and fresh in this old world!     145
    John lays you plots, the times conspire with you,
    For he that steeps his safety in true blood
    Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.
    This act, so vilely born, shall cool the hearts
    Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal,      150
    That none so small advantage shall step forth
    To check his reign but they will cherish it,
    No natural exhalation in the sky,
    No scope of nature, no distempered day,
    No common wind, no customed event,            155
    But they will pluck away his natural cause,
    And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
    Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven
    Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Maybe he will not touch young Arthur's life,     160
    But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
PANDULPH
    O sir, when he shall hear of your approach,
    If that young Arthur be not gone already,
    Even at that news he dies, and then the hearts
    Of all his people shall revolt from him,         165
    And kiss the lips of unacquainted change,
    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 O, what better matter breeds for you       170
    Than I have named! The Bastard Falconbridge
    Is now in England, ransacking the Church,
    Offending charity. If but a dozen French
    Were there in arms, they would be as a call
    To train ten thousand English to their side,    175
    Or as a little snow tumbled about
    Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,
    Go with me to the King. 'Tis wonderful
    What may be wrought out of their discontent
    Now that their souls are top-full of offence.    180
    For England, go! I will whet on the King.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Strong reasons make strange actions. Let us go.
    If you say ay, the King will not say no.
            Exeunt


ACT IV  King John

4.1
            Enter Hubert, and Executioners with a rope and
            irons
HUBERT
    Heat me these irons hot, and look thou stand
    Within the arras. When I strike my foot
    Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth
    And bind the boy which you shall find with me
    Fast to the chair. Be heedful. Hence, and watch!      5
EXECUTIONER
    I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
HUBERT
    Uncleanly scruples: fear not you. Look to't!
            The Executioners withdraw behind the arras
    Young lad, come forth, I have to say with you.
            Enter Arthur Duke of Brittany
ARTHUR
    Good morrow, Hubert.
HUBERT
    Good morrow, little Prince.
ARTHUR
    As little prince, having so great a title      10
    To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
HUBERT
    Indeed I have been merrier.
ARTHUR
    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       15
    Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
    So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
    I should be as merry as the day is long,
    And so I would be here, but that I doubt
    My uncle practises more harm to me.        20
    He is afraid of me, and I of him.
    Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey's son?
    No, indeed is't not, and I would to God
    I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.
HUBERT  (aside)
    If I talk to him, with his innocent prate     25
    He will awake my mercy, which lies dead,
    Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch.
ARTHUR
    Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale today.
    In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
    That I might sit all night and watch with you.   30
    I warrant I love you more than you do me.
HUBERT  (aside)
    His words do take possession of my bosom.
            He shows Arthur a paper
    Read here, young Arthur. (aside)  How now: foolish rheum,
    Turning dispiteous torture out of door?
    I must be brief, lest resolution drop       35
    Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
    (to Arthur)  Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?
ARTHUR
    Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
    Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
HUBERT
    Young boy, I must.
ARTHUR
    And will you?
HUBERT
    And I will.              40
ARTHUR
    Have you the heart? When your head did but ache
    I knit my handkerchief about your brows,
    The best I had - a princess wrought it me,
    And I did never ask it you again -
    And with my hand at midnight held your head,   45
    And like the watchful minutes to the hour
    Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
    Saying `What lack you?' and `Where lies your grief?'
    Or `What good love may I perform for you?'
    Many a poor man's son would have lain still        50
    And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you,
    But you at your sick service had a prince.
    Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
    And call it cunning. Do, an if you will.
    If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,    55
    Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes,
    These eyes that never did, nor never shall,
    So much as frown on you?
HUBERT
    I have sworn to do it,
    And with hot irons must I burn them out.
ARTHUR
    Ah, none but in this iron age would do it.    60
    The iron of itself, though heat red hot,
    Approaching near these eyes would drink my tears,
    And quench his fiery indignation
    Even in the matter of mine innocence,
    Nay, after that, consume away in rust,       65
    But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
    Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron?
    An if an angel should have come to me
    And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
    I would not have believed him, no tongue but
            Hubert's.                               70
            Hubert stamps his foot
HUBERT
    Come forth!
            The Executioners come forth
    Do as I bid you do.
ARTHUR
    O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out
    Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
HUBERT  (to the Executioners)
    Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
            He takes the iron
ARTHUR
    Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?     75
    I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
    For God's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound.
    Nay, hear me, Hubert! Drive these men away,
    And I will sit as quiet as a lamb,
    I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,    80
    Nor look upon the iron angerly.
    Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
    Whatever torment you do put me to.
HUBERT  (to the Executioners)
    Go stand within. Let me alone with him.
EXECUTIONER
    I am best pleased to be from such a deed.   85
            Exeunt Executioners
ARTHUR
    Alas, I then have chid away my friend!
    He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart.
    Let him come back, that his compassion may
    Give life to yours.
HUBERT
    Come, boy, prepare yourself.
ARTHUR
    Is there no remedy?
HUBERT
    None but to lose your eyes.     90
ARTHUR
    O God, that there were but a mote in yours,
    A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
    Any annoyance in that precious sense,
    Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there,
    Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.            95
HUBERT
    Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue!
ARTHUR
    Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
    Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes.
    Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert,
    Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,      100
    So I may keep mine eyes. O, spare mine eyes,
    Though to no use but still to look on you.
    Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold
    And would not harm me.
HUBERT
    I can heat it, boy.
ARTHUR
    No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,  105
    Being create for comfort, to be used
    In undeserved extremes. See else yourself.
    There is no malice in this burning coal,
    The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
    And strewed repentant ashes on his head.         110
HUBERT
    But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
ARTHUR
    An if you do, you will but make it blush
    And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert.
    Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes,
    And like a dog that is compelled to fight,      115
    Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
    All things that you should use to do me wrong
    Deny their office, only you do lack
    That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends,
    Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.        120
HUBERT
    Well, see to live. I will not touch thine eye
    For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
    Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
    With this same very iron to burn them out.
ARTHUR
    O, now you look like Hubert. All this while    125
    You were disguised.
HUBERT
    Peace, no more. Adieu.
    Your uncle must not know but you are dead.
    I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports,
    And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure
    That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,    130
    Will not offend thee.
ARTHUR
    O God! I thank you, Hubert.
HUBERT
    Silence, no more. Go closely in with me.
    Much danger do I undergo for thee.
            Exeunt


4.2
            Flourish. Enter King John, the Earls of Pembroke
            and Salisbury, and other lords. King John ascends
            the throne
KING JOHN
    Here once again we sit, once again crowned,
    And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
PEMBROKE
    This `once again', but that your highness pleased,
    Was once superfluous. You were crowned before,
    And that high royalty was ne'er plucked off,     5
    The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt,
    Fresh expectation troubled not the land
    With any longed-for change or better state.
SALISBURY
    Therefore to be possessed with double pomp,
    To guard a title that was rich before,        10
    To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
    To throw a perfume on the violet,
    To smooth the ice, or add another hue
    Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
    To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,    15
    Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
PEMBROKE
    But that your royal pleasure must be done,
    This act is as an ancient tale new-told,
    And in the last repeating troublesome,
    Being urged at a time unseasonable.       20
SALISBURY
    In this the antique and well-noted face
    Of plain old form is much disfigured,
    And like a shifted wind unto a sail,
    It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
    Startles and frights consideration,                25
    Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected
    For putting on so new a fashioned robe.
PEMBROKE
    When workmen strive to do better than well,
    They do confound their skill in covetousness,
    And oftentimes excusing of a fault             30
    Doth make the fault the worser by th'excuse,
    As patches set upon a little breach
    Discredit more in hiding of the fault
    Than did the fault before it was so patched.
SALISBURY
    To this effect: before you were new-crowned          35
    We breathed our counsel, but it pleased your highness
    To overbear it, and we are all well pleased,
    Since all and every part of what we would
    Doth make a stand at what your highness will.
KING JOHN
    Some reasons of this double coronation           40
    I have possessed you with, and think them strong.
    And more, more strong, when lesser is my fear
    I shall endue you with. Meantime but ask
    What you would have reformed that is not well,
    And well shall you perceive how willingly        45
    I will both hear and grant you your requests.
PEMBROKE
    Then I, as one that am the tongue of these
    To sound the purposes of all their hearts,
    Both for myself and them, but chief of all
    Your safety, for the which myself and them     50
    Bend their best studies, heartily request
    Th'enfranchisement of Arthur, whose restraint
    Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
    To break into this dangerous argument:
    If what in rest you have, in right you hold,      55
    Why then your fears - which, as they say, attend
    The steps of wrong - should move you to mew up
    Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
    With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
    The rich advantage of good exercise?             60
    That the time's enemies may not have this
    To grace occasions, let it be our suit
    That you have bid us ask, his liberty,
    Which for our goods we do no further ask
    Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,    65
    Counts it your weal he have his liberty.
            Enter Hubert
KING JOHN
    Let it be so. I do commit his youth
    To your direction. - Hubert, what news with you?
            He takes Hubert aside
PEMBROKE
    This is the man should do the bloody deed:
    He showed his warrant to a friend of mine.    70
    The image of a wicked heinous fault
    Lives in his eye, that close aspect of his
    Does show the mood of a much troubled breast,
    And I do fearfully believe 'tis done
    What we so feared he had a charge to do.   75
SALISBURY
    The colour of the King doth come and go
    Between his purpose and his conscience,
    Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set.
    His passion is so ripe it needs must break.
PEMBROKE
    And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence    80
    The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
KING JOHN  (coming forward)
    We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
    Good lords, although my will to give is living,
    The suit which you demand is gone and dead.
    He tells us Arthur is deceased tonight.          85
SALISBURY
    Indeed we feared his sickness was past cure.
PEMBROKE
    Indeed we heard how near his death he was,
    Before the child himself felt he was sick.
    This must be answered, either here or hence.
KING JOHN
    Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?     90
    Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
    Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
SALISBURY
    It is apparent foul play, and 'tis shame
    That greatness should so grossly offer it.
    So thrive it in your game, and so, farewell.    95
PEMBROKE
    Stay yet, Lord Salisbury, I'll go with thee,
    And find th'inheritance of this poor child,
    His little kingdom of a forced grave.
    That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle
    Three foot of it doth hold. Bad world the while.     100
    This must not be thus borne. This will break out
    To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.
            Exeunt Pembroke, Salisbury, and other lords
KING JOHN
    They burn in indignation. I repent.
    There is no sure foundation set on blood,
    No certain life achieved by others' death.     105
            Enter a Messenger
    A fearful eye thou hast. Where is that blood
    That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
    So foul a sky clears not without a storm,
    Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France?
MESSENGER
    From France to England. Never such a power      110
    For any foreign preparation
    Was levied in the body of a land.
    The copy of your speed is learned by them,
    For when you should be told they do prepare,
    The tidings comes that they are all arrived.    115
KING JOHN
    O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
    Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's ear,
    That such an army could be drawn in France,
    And she not hear of it?
MESSENGER
    My liege, her ear
    Is stopped with dust. The first of April died     120
    Your noble mother. And as I hear, my lord,
    The Lady Constance in a frenzy died
    Three days before, but this from rumour's tongue
    I idly heard, if true or false I know not.
KING JOHN
    Withhold thy speed, dreadful Occasion,            125
    O, make a league with me till I have pleased
    My discontented peers. What, Mother dead?
    How wildly then walks my estate in France! -
    Under whose conduct came those powers of France
    That thou for truth giv'st out are landed here?     130
MESSENGER
    Under the Dauphin.
            Enter the Bastard and Peter of Pomfret
KING JOHN
    Thou hast made me giddy
    With these ill tidings.
    (to the Bastard)   Now, what says the world
    To your proceedings? Do not seek to stuff
    My head with more ill news, for it is full.
BASTARD
    But if you be afeard to hear the worst,           135
    Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head.
KING JOHN
    Bear with me, cousin, for I was amazed
    Under the tide, but now I breathe again
    Aloft the flood, and can give audience
    To any tongue, speak it of what it will.      140
BASTARD
    How I have sped among the clergymen
    The sums I have collected shall express.
    But as I travelled hither through the land,
    I find the people strangely fantasied,
    Possessed with rumours, full of idle dreams,     145
    Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear.
    And here's a prophet that I brought with me
    From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
    With many hundreds treading on his heels,
    To whom he sung, in rude, harsh-sounding rhymes,   150
    That ere the next Ascension Day at noon
    Your highness should deliver up your crown.
KING JOHN
    Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
PETER OF POMFRET
    Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so.
KING JOHN
    Hubert, away with him! Imprison him,            155
    And on that day, at noon, whereon he says
    I shall yield up my crown, let him be hanged.
    Deliver him to safety, and return,
    For I must use thee.
            Exeunt Hubert and Peter of Pomfret
    O my gentle cousin,
    Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived?     160
BASTARD
    The French, my lord: men's mouths are full of it.
    Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury
    With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,
    And others more, going to seek the grave
    Of Arthur, whom they say is killed tonight      165
    On your suggestion.
KING JOHN
    Gentle kinsman, go
    And thrust thyself into their companies.
    I have a way to win their loves again.
    Bring them before me.
BASTARD
    I will seek them out.
KING JOHN
    Nay, but make haste, the better foot before.     170
    O, let me have no subject enemies
    When adverse foreigners affright my towns
    With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
    Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,
    And fly like thought from them to me again.         175
BASTARD
    The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.
            Exit
KING JOHN
    Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman! -
    Go after him, for he perhaps shall need
    Some messenger betwixt me and the peers,
    And be thou he.                               180
MESSENGER
    With all my heart, my liege.
            Exit
KING JOHN
    My mother dead!
            Enter Hubert
HUBERT
    My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight,
    Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
    The other four in wondrous motion.               185
KING JOHN
    Five moons?
HUBERT
    Old men and beldams in the streets
    Do prophesy upon it dangerously.
    Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths,
    And when they talk of him they shake their heads,
    And whisper one another in the ear,                190
    And he that speaks doth grip the hearer's wrist,
    Whilst he that hears makes fearful action,
    With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
    I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
    The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,       195
    With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news,
    Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
    Standing on slippers which his nimble haste
    Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,
    Told of a many thousand warlike French       200
    That were embattailed and ranked in Kent.
    Another lean unwashed artificer
    Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
KING JOHN
    Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?
    Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?       205
    Thy hand hath murdered him. I had a mighty cause
    To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.
HUBERT
    No had, my lord? Why, did you not provoke me?
KING JOHN
    It is the curse of kings to be attended
    By slaves that take their humours for a warrant    210
    To break within the bloody house of life,
    And on the winking of authority
    To understand a law, to know the meaning
    Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
    More upon humour than advised respect.             215
HUBERT
    Here is your hand and seal for what I did.
            He shows a paper
KING JOHN
    O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth
    Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal
    Witness against us to damnation!
    How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds     220
    Make deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by,
    A fellow by the hand of nature marked,
    Quoted, and signed to do a deed of shame,
    This murder had not come into my mind.
    But taking note of thy abhorred aspect,      225
    Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,
    Apt, liable to be employed in danger,
    I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death,
    And thou, to be endeared to a king,
    Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.     230
HUBERT
    My lord -
KING JOHN
    Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause
    When I spake darkly what I purposed,
    Or turned an eye of doubt upon my face,
    As bid me tell my tale in express words,          235
    Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
    And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.
    But thou didst understand me by my signs,
    And didst in signs again parley with sin,
    Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,    240
    And consequently thy rude hand to act
    The deed which both our tongues held vile to name.
    Out of my sight, and never see me more!
    My nobles leave me, and my state is braved,
    Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers,    245
    Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
    This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,
    Hostility and civil tumult reigns
    Between my conscience and my cousin's death.
HUBERT
    Arm you against your other enemies,              250
    I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
    Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine
    Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
    Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
    Within this bosom never entered yet                     255
    The dreadful motion of a murderous thought,
    And you have slandered nature in my form,
    Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
    Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
    Than to be butcher of an innocent child.      260
KING JOHN
    Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
    Throw this report on their incensed rage,
    And make them tame to their obedience.
    Forgive the comment that my passion made
    Upon thy feature, for my rage was blind,       265
    And foul imaginary eyes of blood
    Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
    O, answer not, but to my closet bring
    The angry lords with all expedient haste.
    I conjure thee but slowly, run more fast.      270
            Exeunt severally


4.3
            Enter Arthur Duke of Brittany on the walls,
            disguised as a ship-boy
ARTHUR
    The wall is high, and yet will I leap down.
    Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not.
    There's few or none do know me, if they did,
    This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me quite.
    I am afraid, and yet I'll venture it.               5
    If I get down and do not break my limbs,
    I'll find a thousand shifts to get away.
    As good to die and go, as die and stay.
            He leaps down
    O me! My uncle's spirit is in these stones.
    Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!     10
            He dies
            Enter the Earls of Pembroke and Salisbury, and Lord
            Bigot
SALISBURY
    Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury.
    It is our safety, and we must embrace
    This gentle offer of the perilous time.
PEMBROKE
    Who brought that letter from the Cardinal?
SALISBURY
    The Count Melun, a noble lord of France,           15
    Who's private with me of the Dauphin's love,
    'Tis much more general than these lines import.
BIGOT
    Tomorrow morning let us meet him then.
SALISBURY
    Or rather, then set forward, for 'twill be
    Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet.    20
            Enter the Bastard
BASTARD
    Once more today well met, distempered lords.
    The King by me requests your presence straight.
SALISBURY
    The King hath dispossessed himself of us.
    We will not line his thin bestained cloak
    With our pure honours, nor attend the foot        25
    That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.
    Return and tell him so, we know the worst.
BASTARD
    Whate'er you think, good words I think were best.
SALISBURY
    Our griefs and not our manners reason now.
BASTARD
    But there is little reason in your grief.        30
    Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.
PEMBROKE  Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
BASTARD
    'Tis true - to hurt his master, no man else.
SALISBURY
    This is the prison.
            He sees Arthur's body
    What is he lies here?
PEMBROKE
    O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!    35
    The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.
SALISBURY
    Murder, as hating what himself hath done,
    Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.
BIGOT
    Or when he doomed this beauty to a grave,
    Found it too precious-princely for a grave.      40
SALISBURY  (to the Bastard)
    Sir Richard, what think you? You have beheld.
    Or have you read or heard, or could you think,
    Or do you almost think, although you see,
    That you do see? Could thought, without this object,
    Form such another? This is the very top,             45
    The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
    Of murder's arms, this is the bloodiest shame,
    The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke
    That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage
    Presented to the tears of soft remorse.        50
PEMBROKE
    All murders past do stand excused in this,
    And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
    Shall give a holiness, a purity,
    To the yet-unbegotten sin of times,
    And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,    55
    Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
BASTARD
    It is a damned and a bloody work,
    The graceless action of a heavy hand -
    If that it be the work of any hand.
SALISBURY
    If that it be the work of any hand?       60
    We had a kind of light what would ensue:
    It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand,
    The practice and the purpose of the King,
    From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
    Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,      65
    And breathing to his breathless excellence
    The incense of a vow, a holy vow,
    Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
    Never to be infected with delight,
    Nor conversant with ease and idleness,     70
    Till I have set a glory to this hand
    By giving it the worship of revenge.
PEMBROKE AND BIGOT
    Our souls religiously confirm thy words.
            Enter Hubert
HUBERT
    Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you.
    Arthur doth live, the King hath sent for you.     75
SALISBURY
    O, he is bold, and blushes not at death! -
    Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
HUBERT
    I am no villain.
SALISBURY
    Must I rob the law?
            He draws his sword
BASTARD
    Your sword is bright, sir, put it up again.
SALISBURY
    Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin.   80
HUBERT  (drawing his sword)
    Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say!
    By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours.
    I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
    Nor tempt the danger of my true defence,
    Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget          85
    Your worth, your greatness and nobility.
BIGOT
    Out, dunghill! Dar'st thou brave a nobleman?
HUBERT
    Not for my life, but yet I dare defend
    My innocent life against an emperor.
SALISBURY
    Thou art a murderer.
HUBERT
    Do not prove me so,                    90
    Yet I am none. Whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
    Not truly speaks, who speaks not truly, lies.
PEMBROKE
    Cut him to pieces!
BASTARD  (drawing his sword)
    Keep the peace, I say!
SALISBURY
    Stand by, or I shall gall you, Falconbridge.
BASTARD
    Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury.       95
    If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
    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.    100
BIGOT
    What wilt thou do, renowned Falconbridge,
    Second a villain and a murderer?
HUBERT
    Lord Bigot, I am none.
BIGOT
    Who killed this prince?
HUBERT
    'Tis not an hour since I left him well.
    I honoured him, I loved him, and will weep       105
    My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.
SALISBURY
    Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
    For villainy is not without such rheum,
    And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
    Like rivers of remorse and innocency.          110
    Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
    Th'uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house,
    For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
BIGOT
    Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there.
PEMBROKE
    There, tell the King, he may enquire us out.   115
            Exeunt Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot
BASTARD
    Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work?
    Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
    Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death
    Art thou damned, Hubert.
HUBERT
    Do but hear me, sir.                        120
BASTARD
    Ha! I'll tell thee what:
    Thou'rt damned as black - nay nothing is so black -
    Thou art more deep damned than Prince Lucifer,
    There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
    As thou shalt be if thou didst kill this child.    125
HUBERT
    Upon my soul -
BASTARD
    If thou didst but consent
    To this most cruel act, do but despair,
    And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
    That ever spider twisted from her womb
    Will serve to strangle thee, a rush will be a beam    130
    To hang thee on, or wouldst thou drown thyself,
    Put but a little water in a spoon
    And it shall be, as all the ocean,
    Enough to stifle such a villain up.
    I do suspect thee very grievously.         135
HUBERT
    If I in act, consent, or sin of thought
    Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
    Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
    Let hell want pains enough to torture me.
    I left him well.
BASTARD
    Go bear him in thine arms.        140
    I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way
    Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
            Hubert takes up Arthur in his arms
    How easy dost thou take all England up!
    From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
    The life, the right, and truth of all this realm    145
    Is fled to heaven, and England now is left
    To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth
    The unowed interest of proud swelling state.
    Now for the bare-picked bone of majesty
    Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,       150
    And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace,
    Now powers from home and discontents at home
    Meet in one line, and vast confusion waits,
    As doth a raven on a sick-fall'n beast,
    The imminent decay of wrested pomp.         155
    Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can
    Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child,
    And follow me with speed. I'll to the King.
    A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
    And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.     160
            Exeunt severally


ACT V  King John

5.1
            Flourish. Enter King John and Cardinal Pandulph,
            with attendants
KING JOHN  [giving Pandulph the crown]
    Thus have I yielded up into your hand
    The circle of my glory.
PANDULPH  (giving back the crown)
    Take again
    From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
    Your sovereign greatness and authority.
KING JOHN
    Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,       5
    And from his Holiness use all your power
    To stop their marches 'fore we are enflamed.
    Our discontented counties do revolt,
    Our people quarrel with obedience,
    Swearing allegiance and the love of soul        10
    To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
    This inundation of mistempered humour
    Rests by you only to be qualified.
    Then pause not, for the present time's so sick
    That present med'cine must be ministered,          15
    Or overthrow incurable ensues.
PANDULPH
    It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
    Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope,
    But since you are a gentle convertite,
    My tongue shall hush again this storm of war     20
    And make fair weather in your blust'ring land.
    On this Ascension Day, remember well,
    Upon your oath of service to the Pope,
    Go I to make the French lay down their arms.
            Exeunt all but King John
KING JOHN
    Is this Ascension Day? Did not the prophet      25
    Say that before Ascension Day at noon
    My crown I should give off? Even so I have.
    I did suppose it should be on constraint,
    But, heaven be thanked, it is but voluntary.
            Enter Bastard
BASTARD
    All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out    30
    But Dover Castle. London hath received,
    Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers.
    Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
    To offer service to your enemy,
    And wild amazement hurries up and down        35
    The little number of your doubtful friends.
KING JOHN
    Would not my lords return to me again
    After they heard young Arthur was alive?
BASTARD
    They found him dead and cast into the streets,
    An empty casket, where the jewel of life          40
    By some damned hand was robbed and ta'en away.
KING JOHN
    That villain Hubert told me he did live.
BASTARD
    So on my soul he did, for aught he knew.
    But wherefore do you droop? Why look you sad?
    Be great in act as you have been in thought.      45
    Let not the world see fear and sad distrust
    Govern the motion of a kingly eye.
    Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire,
    Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
    Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes,     50
    That borrow their behaviours from the great,
    Grow great by your example, and put on
    The dauntless spirit of resolution.
    Away, and glisten like the god of war
    When he intendeth to become the field.       55
    Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
    What, shall they seek the lion in his den
    And fright him there, and make him tremble there?
    O, let it not be said! Forage, and run
    To meet displeasure farther from the doors,      60
    And grapple with him ere he come so nigh.
KING JOHN
    The legate of the Pope hath been with me,
    And I have made a happy peace with him,
    And he hath promised to dismiss the powers
    Led by the Dauphin.
BASTARD
    O inglorious league!                65
    Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
    Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
    Insinuation, parley, and base truce
    To arms invasive? Shall a beardless boy,
    A cockered silken wanton, brave our fields     70
    And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
    Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
    And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms!
    Perchance the Cardinal cannot make your peace,
    Or if he do, let it at least be said             75
    They saw we had a purpose of defence.
KING JOHN
    Have thou the ordering of this present time.
BASTARD
    Away, then, with good courage!  [aside]  Yet I know
    Our party may well meet a prouder foe.
            Exeunt


5.2
            Enter, marching in arms, Louis the Dauphin, the
            Earl of Salisbury, Count Melun, the Earl of
            Pembroke, and Lord Bigot, with soldiers
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    My Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
    And keep it safe for our remembrance.
    Return the precedent to these lords again,
    That having our fair order written down,
    Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes,    5
    May know wherefore we took the sacrament
    And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
SALISBURY
    Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
    And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
    A voluntary zeal and an unurged faith         10
    To your proceedings, yet believe me, Prince,
    I am not glad that such a sore of time
    Should seek a plaster by contemned revolt,
    And heal the inveterate canker of one wound
    By making many. O, it grieves my soul         15
    That I must draw this metal from my side
    To be a widow-maker! O, and there
    Where honourable rescue and defence
    Cries out upon the name of Salisbury!
    But such is the infection of the time,         20
    That for the health and physic of our right,
    We cannot deal but with the very hand
    Of stern injustice and confused wrong.
    And is't not pity, O my grieved friends,
    That we the sons and children of this isle    25
    Was born to see so sad an hour as this,
    Wherein we step after a stranger, march
    Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
    Her enemies' ranks? I must withdraw and weep
    Upon the spot of this enforced cause -      30
    To grace the gentry of a land remote,
    And follow unacquainted colours here.
    What, here? O nation, that thou couldst remove,
    That Neptune's arms who clippeth thee about
    Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself     35
    And gripple thee unto a pagan shore,
    Where these two Christian armies might combine
    The blood of malice in a vein of league,
    And not to spend it so unneighbourly.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    A noble temper dost thou show in this,         40
    And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
    Doth make an earthquake of nobility.
    O, what a noble combat hast thou fought
    Between compulsion and a brave respect!
    Let me wipe off this honourable dew        45
    That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
    My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
    Being an ordinary inundation,
    But this effusion of such manly drops,
    This shower blown up by tempest of the soul,     50
    Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
    Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
    Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
    Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
    And with a great heart heave away this storm,    55
    Commend these waters to those baby eyes
    That never saw the giant world enraged,
    Nor met with Fortune other than at feasts,
    Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
    Come, come, for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep    60
    Into the purse of rich prosperity
    As Louis himself. So, nobles, shall you all
    That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
            A trumpet sounds
    And even there methinks an angel spake!
            Enter Cardinal Pandulph
    Look where the holy legate comes apace,      65
    To give us warrant from the hand of heaven,
    And on our actions set the name of right
    With holy breath.
PANDULPH
    Hail, noble prince of France!
    The next is this. King John hath reconciled
    Himself to Rome, his spirit is come in        70
    That so stood out against the Holy Church,
    The great metropolis and See of Rome,
    Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
    And tame the savage spirit of wild war,
    That like a lion fostered up at hand            75
    It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
    And be no further harmful than in show.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Your grace shall pardon me: I will not back.
    I am too high-born to be propertied,
    To be a secondary at control,                 80
    Or useful serving-man and instrument
    To any sovereign state throughout the world.
    Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
    Between this chastised kingdom and myself,
    And brought in matter that should feed this fire,    85
    And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
    With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
    You taught me how to know the face of right,
    Acquainted me with interest to this land,
    Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart,      90
    And come ye now to tell me John hath made
    His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
    I, by the honour of my marriage bed,
    After young Arthur, claim this land for mine,
    And now it is half conquered, must I back           95
    Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
    Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,
    What men provided, what munition sent
    To underprop this action? Is't not I
    That undergo this charge? Who else but I,       100
    And such as to my claim are liable,
    Sweat in this business and maintain this war?
    Have I not heard these islanders shout out
    `Vive le Roi!' as I have banked their towns?
    Have I not here the best cards for the game,       105
    To win this easy match played for a crown?
    And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
    No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said.
PANDULPH
    You look but on the outside of this work.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Outside or inside, I will not return            110
    Till my attempt so much be glorified
    As to my ample hope was promised
    Before I drew this gallant head of war,
    And culled these fiery spirits from the world
    To outlook conquest and to win renown            115
    Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
            A trumpet sounds
    What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
            Enter the Bastard
BASTARD
    According to the fair play of the world,
    Let me have audience, I am sent to speak.
    My holy lord of Milan, from the King           120
    I come to learn how you have dealt for him,
    And as you answer I do know the scope
    And warrant limited unto my tongue.
PANDULPH
    The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
    And will not temporize with my entreaties.    125
    He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms.
BASTARD
    By all the blood that ever fury breathed,
    The youth says well. Now hear our English king,
    For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
    He is prepared, and reason too he should.      130
    This apish and unmannerly approach,
    This harnessed masque and unadvised revel,
    This unhaired sauciness and boyish troops,
    The King doth smile at, and is well prepared
    To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,     135
    From out the circle of his territories.
    That hand which had the strength even at your door
    To cudgel you and make you take the hatch,
    To dive like buckets in concealed wells,
    To crouch in litter of your stable planks,       140
    To lie like pawns locked up in chests and trunks,
    To hug with swine, to seek sweet safety out
    In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake
    Even at the crying of your nation's crow,
    Thinking his voice an armed Englishman,        145
    Shall that victorious hand be feebled here
    That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
    No! Know the gallant monarch is in arms,
    And like an eagle o'er his eyrie towers
    To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.    150
            (to the English lords)
    And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
    You bloody Neros, ripping up the womb
    Of your dear mother England, blush for shame,
    For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids
    Like Amazons come tripping after drums,         155
    Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
    Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts
    To fierce and bloody inclination.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace.
    We grant thou canst outscold us. Fare thee well:    160
    We hold our time too precious to be spent
    With such a brabbler.
PANDULPH
    Give me leave to speak.
BASTARD
    No, I will speak.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN    We will attend to neither. -
    Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war
    Plead for our interest and our being here.        165
BASTARD
    Indeed your drums, being beaten, will cry out,
    And so shall you, being beaten. Do but start
    An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
    And even at hand a drum is ready braced
    That shall reverberate all as loud as thine.    170
    Sound but another, and another shall
    As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear,
    And mock the deep-mouthed thunder, for at hand,
    Not trusting to this halting legate here,
    Whom he hath used rather for sport than need,    175
    Is warlike John, and in his forehead sits
    A bare-ribbed Death, whose office is this day
    To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Strike up our drums to find this danger out.
BASTARD
    And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.
            Drums beat. Exeunt the Bastard at one door,
            all the rest, marching, at another door


5.3
            Alarum. Enter King John at one door and Hubert
            at another door
KING JOHN
    How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
HUBERT
    Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
KING JOHN
    This fever that hath troubled me so long
    Lies heavy on me. O, my heart is sick!
            Enter a Messenger
MESSENGER
    My lord, your valiant kinsman Falconbridge       5
    Desires your majesty to leave the field,
    And send him word by me which way you go.
KING JOHN
    Tell him toward Swineshead, to the abbey there.
MESSENGER
    Be of good comfort, for the great supply
    That was expected by the Dauphin here            10
    Are wrecked three nights ago on Goodwin Sands.
    This news was brought to Richard, but even now
    The French fight coldly and retire themselves.
KING JOHN
    Ay me, this tyrant fever burns me up,
    And will not let me welcome this good news.        15
    Set on toward Swineshead. To my litter straight,
    Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
            Exeunt


5.4
            Alarum. Enter the Earls of Salisbury and
            Pembroke, and Lord Bigot
SALISBURY
    I did not think the King so stored with friends.
PEMBROKE
    Up once again, put spirit in the French.
    If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
SALISBURY
    That misbegotten devil Falconbridge,
    In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.               5
PEMBROKE
    They say King John, sore sick, hath left the field.
            Enter Count Melun, wounded, led by a soldier
MELUN
    Lead me to the revolts of England here.
SALISBURY
    When we were happy, we had other names.
PEMBROKE
    It is the Count Melun.
SALISBURY
    Wounded to death.
MELUN
    Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold.    10
    Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
    And welcome home again discarded faith,
    Seek out King John and fall before his feet,
    For if the French be lords of this loud day
    He means to recompense the pains you take        15
    By cutting off your heads. Thus hath he sworn,
    And I with him, and many more with me,
    Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury,
    Even on that altar where we swore to you
    Dear amity and everlasting love.                  20
SALISBURY
    May this be possible? May this be true?
MELUN
    Have I not hideous death within my view,
    Retaining but a quantity of life,
    Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
    Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire?      25
    What in the world should make me now deceive,
    Since I must lose the use of all deceit?
    Why should I then be false, since it is true
    That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
    I say again, if Louis do win the day,             30
    He is forsworn if e'er those eyes of yours
    Behold another daybreak in the east,
    But even this night, whose black contagious breath
    Already smokes about the burning cresset
    Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,           35
    Even this ill night your breathing shall expire,
    Paying the fine of rated treachery
    Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
    If Louis by your assistance win the day.
    Commend me to one Hubert with your king.      40
    The love of him, and this respect besides,
    For that my grandsire was an Englishman,
    Awakes my conscience to confess all this,
    In lieu whereof, I pray you bear me hence
    From forth the noise and rumour of the field,    45
    Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts
    In peace, and part this body and my soul
    With contemplation and devout desires.
SALISBURY
    We do believe thee, and beshrew my soul
    But I do love the favour and the form          50
    Of this most fair occasion, by the which
    We will untread the steps of damned flight,
    And like a bated and retired flood,
    Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
    Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlooked,    55
    And calmly run on in obedience
    Even to our ocean, to our great King John.
    My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence,
    For I do see the cruel pangs of death
    Right in thine eye. - Away, my friends! New flight,   60
    And happy newness that intends old right.
            Exeunt


5.5
            Alarum, retreat. Enter Louis the Dauphin, and
            his train
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    The sun of heaven, methought, was loath to set,
    But stayed and made the western welkin blush,
    When English measured backward their own ground
    In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,
    When with a volley of our needless shot,          5
    After such bloody toil, we bid good night,
    And wound our tatt'ring colours clearly up,
    Last in the field and almost lords of it.
            Enter a Messenger
MESSENGER
    Where is my prince the Dauphin?
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Here. What news?
MESSENGER
    The Count Melun is slain, the English lords     10
    By his persuasion are again fall'n off,
    And your supply which you have wished so long
    Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Ah, foul shrewd news! Beshrew thy very heart!
    I did not think to be so sad tonight            15
    As this hath made me. Who was he that said
    King John did fly an hour or two before
    The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
MESSENGER
    Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
LOUIS THE DAUPHIN
    Well, keep good quarter and good care tonight.    20
    The day shall not be up so soon as I,
    To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.
            Exeunt


5.6
            Enter the Bastard with a light and Hubert with a
            pistol, severally
HUBERT
    Who's there? Speak, ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
BASTARD
    A friend. What art thou?
HUBERT
    Of the part of England.
BASTARD
    Whither dost thou go?
HUBERT
    What's that to thee?
    Why may not I demand of thine affairs
    As well as thou of mine?                   5
BASTARD
    Hubert, I think.
HUBERT
    Thou hast a perfect thought.
    I will upon all hazards well believe
    Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well.
    Who art thou?
BASTARD
    Who thou wilt. An if thou please,     10
    Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
    I come one way of the Plantagenets.
HUBERT
    Unkind remembrance! Thou and eyeless night
    Have done me shame. Brave soldier, pardon me
    That any accent breaking from thy tongue          15
    Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
BASTARD
    Come, come, sans compliment. What news abroad?
HUBERT
    Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
    To find you out.
BASTARD
    Brief, then, and what's the news?
HUBERT
    O my sweet sir, news fitting to the night:      20
    Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
BASTARD
    Show me the very wound of this ill news,
    I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
HUBERT
    The King, I fear, is poisoned by a monk.
    I left him almost speechless, and broke out       25
    To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
    The better arm you to the sudden time
    Than if you had at leisure known of this.
BASTARD
    How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
HUBERT
    A monk, I tell you, a resolved villain,         30
    Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
    Yet speaks, and peradventure may recover.
BASTARD
    Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?
HUBERT
    Why, know you not? The lords are all come back,
    And brought Prince Henry in their company,       35
    At whose request the King hath pardoned them,
    And they are all about his majesty.
BASTARD
    Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
    And tempt us not to bear above our power.
    I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,    40
    Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
    These Lincoln Washes have devoured them,
    Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
    Away before! Conduct me to the King.
    I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.        45
            Exeunt


5.7
            Enter Prince Henry, the Earl of Salisbury, and Lord
            Bigot
PRINCE HENRY
    It is too late. The life of all his blood
    Is touched corruptibly, and his pure brain,
    Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house,
    Doth by the idle comments that it makes
    Foretell the ending of mortality.             5
            Enter the Earl of Pembroke
PEMBROKE
    His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief
    That being brought into the open air,
    It would allay the burning quality
    Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
PRINCE HENRY
    Let him be brought into the orchard here. -     10
            Exit Lord Bigot
    Doth he still rage?
PEMBROKE
    He is more patient
    Than when you left him. Even now, he sung.
PRINCE HENRY
    O, vanity of sickness! Fierce extremes
    In their continuance will not feel themselves.
    Death, having preyed upon the outward parts,        15
    Leaves them invincible, and his siege is now
    Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds
    With many legions of strange fantasies,
    Which in their throng and press to that last hold
    Confound themselves. 'Tis strange that death should
            sing.                                         20
    I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
    Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
    And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
    His soul and body to their lasting rest.
SALISBURY
    Be of good comfort, Prince, for you are born       25
    To set a form upon that indigest
    Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
            King John is brought in, with Lord Bigot attending
KING JOHN
    Ay marry, now my soul hath elbow-room,
    It would not out at windows nor at doors.
    There is so hot a summer in my bosom           30
    That all my bowels crumble up to dust,
    I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
    Upon a parchment, and against this fire
    Do I shrink up.
PRINCE HENRY
    How fares your majesty?
KING JOHN
    Poisoned, ill fare! Dead, forsook, cast off,     35
    And none of you will bid the winter come
    To thrust his icy fingers in my maw,
    Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
    Through my burned bosom, nor entreat the north
    To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips     40
    And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much,
    I beg cold comfort, and you are so strait
    And so ingrateful you deny me that.
PRINCE HENRY
    O, that there were some virtue in my tears
    That might relieve you!
KING JOHN
    The salt in them is hot.     45
    Within me is a hell, and there the poison
    Is, as a fiend, confined to tyrannize
    On unreprievable condemned blood.
            Enter the Bastard
BASTARD
    O, I am scalded with my violent motion
    And spleen of speed to see your majesty!        50
KING JOHN
    O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye.
    The tackle of my heart is cracked and burnt,
    And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail
    Are turned to one thread, one little hair,
    My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,      55
    Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
    And then all this thou seest is but a clod
    And module of confounded royalty.
BASTARD
    The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,
    Where God He knows how we shall answer him,     60
    For in a night the best part of my power,
    As I upon advantage did remove,
    Were in the Washes all unwarily
    Devoured by the unexpected flood.
            King John dies
SALISBURY
    You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.       65
    (to King John)  My liege, my lord! - But now a king,
            now thus.
PRINCE HENRY
    Even so must I run on, and even so stop.
    What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
    When this was now a king and now is clay?
BASTARD  (to King John)
    Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind         70
    To do the office for thee of revenge,
    And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
    As it on earth hath been thy servant still.
    (to the lords)    Now, now, you stars that move in your
            right spheres,
    Where be your powers? Show now your mended faiths,    75
    And instantly return with me again,
    To push destruction and perpetual shame
    Out of the weak door of our fainting land.
    Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought.
    The Dauphin rages at our very heels.                  80
SALISBURY
    It seems you know not, then, so much as we.
    The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
    Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,
    And brings from him such offers of our peace
    As we with honour and respect may take,         85
    With purpose presently to leave this war.
BASTARD
    He will the rather do it when he sees
    Ourselves well-sinewed to our own defence.
SALISBURY
    Nay, 'tis in a manner done already,
    For many carriages he hath dispatched           90
    To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
    To the disposing of the Cardinal,
    With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
    If you think meet, this afternoon will post
    To consummate this business happily.            95
BASTARD
    Let it be so. - And you, my noble prince,
    With other princes that may best be spared,
    Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
PRINCE HENRY
    At Worcester must his body be interred,
    For so he willed it.
BASTARD
    Thither shall it then,     100
    And happily may your sweet self put on
    The lineal state and glory of the land,
    To whom with all submission, on my knee,
    I do bequeath my faithful services
    And true subjection everlastingly.          105
            He kneels
SALISBURY
    And the like tender of our love we make,
    To rest without a spot for evermore.
            Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot kneel
PRINCE HENRY
    I have a kind of soul that would give thanks,
    And knows not how to do it but with tears.
            He weeps
BASTARD  [rising]
    O, let us pay the time but needful woe,           110
    Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
    This England never did, nor never shall,
    Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror
    But when it first did help to wound itself.
    Now these her princes are come home again,        115
    Come the three corners of the world in arms
    And we shall shock them. Naught shall make us rue
    If England to itself do rest but true.
            Flourish. Exeunt with the body