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so ill ?
Heis a very serpent in my way;
Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love, He lies before me: dost thou understand me? Oh, come to me! Thou art his keeper.
K. Phil. Oh fair affliction, peace. Hub. And I'll keep him so,
5 Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: That he shall not offend your majesty.
Oh, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! K. John. Death.
Then with a passion would I shake the world; Hub. My lord?
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, K. John. A grave.
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Hub. He shall not live.
10 Which scorps a modern'invocation. K. John. Enough,
Pand. Lady, you uiter madness, and not sorI could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; Const. Thou art unholy to belie me so; [row. Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; Remember.-Madam, fare you well:
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife ; I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. 15 Young Arthur is my soul, and he is lost : Eli. My blessing go with thee!
I am not mad;—I would to heaven, I were ! K. John. For England, cousin, go :
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself : Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget!With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
[Exeunt. 20 An thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason
How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Inter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and Attendants:
And teaches me to kill or hang myself : K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, 25 If I were mad, I should forget my son; A whole armado of collected sail
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he: Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. (well. I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
Pund. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go The different plague of each calamity. note K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run K. Phil. Bind up those tresses: Oh, what love i
30 in the fair multitude of those her hairs ! Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost ?
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Arthur ta'en prisoner! divers dear friends slain? Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends And bloody England into England gone, Do glew themselves in sociable grief; O'er-bearing interruption, spite of France? Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd : 35 Sticking together in calamity. So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd,
Const. To England, if you will. Such temperate order in so fierce la cause,
K. Phil. Bind up your hairs. [do it? Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard Const. Yes, that I will: And wherefore will I Of any kindred action like to this?
I tore them from their bonds ; and cry'd aloud, K. Phil. Well could I bear that England had 40“Oh that these hands could so redeem my son, this praise,
“ As they have giv'n these hairs their liberty!" So we could find some patterns of our shame. But now I envy at their liberty, Enter Constance.
And will again commit them to their bonds, Look, who comes here ! a grave unto a soul; Because my poor child is a prisoner. Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, 45 And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, In the vile prison of afflicted breath :
That we shall see and know our friends in bearen: I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.
If that be true, I shall see my boy again; Const. Lo, now ! now see the issue of your peace! For, since the birth of Cain, the first male-child, K. Phil. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle To him that did but yesterday suspire ', Constance!
50 There was not such a gracious creature born. Const. No, I defy 2 all counsel, all redress, But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, And chase the native beauty froin his cheek. Death, death :-Oh amiable, lovely death! And he will look as hollow as a ghost ; Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! As dim and meagre as an ague's tit: Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, 55 And so he'll die; and, rising so again, Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven And I will kiss thy detestable bones ;
I shall not know him : therefore never, never And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. And ring these fingers with thy houshold worms; Pund. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, 60 Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. And be a carrion monster like thyself:
K. Phil. You are as fondof grief, as of your child. · Fierce here means sudden, hasty. ?j. e. I refuse. Modern here implies, as has been before remarked in other plays, trite, common. *The old copy reads wiry fiends. si. e. breathe. i.e. graceful.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child,l So be it, for it cannot be but so. Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
fall ? Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Pånd. You in the right of lady Blanch your wife, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; 5 May then make all the claim that Artliur did. Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Lewis. And lose it, life and ail, as Arthur diri. Fare you well : had you such a loss as I,
Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old I could give better comfort than you do.
world! I will not keep this form upon my head,
John lays you plots; the times conspire with you: [Tearing of her head-dress. 10 For he, that steeps his safety in true blood', When there is such aişorder in iny wit.
Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. O lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Erit. That none so small advantage shall step forth, K. Phil. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. 15 To check his reign, but they will cherish it:
[Exit. No natural exhalation in the sky, Lewis. There's nothing in this world can make Noscape of nature', no distemper'ů day, Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, [me joy: No common wind, no customed event, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; [taste, But they will pluck away his natural cause, And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's 20 And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness. Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. Even in the instant of repair and health,
Lervis. May be, he will not touch yourg ArThe fit is strongest ; evils, that take leave,
thur's life, On their departure most of all shew evil: 25 But hold himself safe in his prisonment. What have you lost by losing of this day?
Pand. O,sir, when he shall hear of your approach, Lewis. Al days of glory, joy, and happiness. If that young Arthur be not gone already, Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. Even at that news he dies: and then the hearts No, no: when fortune means to mien most good, Of all his people shall revolt from him, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 30 And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, In this which he accounts so clearly won: Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner? Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ;
Lewis. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. And, 0, what better matter breeds for you,
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. 35 Than I have nam’d!--The bastard Fausconbridge Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit; is now in England, ransacking the church, For even the breath of what I mean to speak Offending charity: If but a dozen French Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Were there in arms, they would be as a call Out of the path which shall directly lead
To train ten thousand English to their side; Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. 40 Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, John hath seiz'u Arthur; and it cannot be, Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, That while warm life plays in that infant's veins, Go with me to the king ; 'Tis wonderful The misplaced John should entertain an hour, What may be wrought out of their discontent: One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : Now that their souls are top-full of offence, A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand, 45 For England go; I will wbet on the king. Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd: Lewis. Strong reasons make strong actions :And he, that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up: If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall
Let us go;
A CT IV.
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth;
Ind bind the boy, which you shall find with me,
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. Northampton. A room in the castle.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the Enter Hubert, and Erecutioners.
deed. Hub. HEAT me these irons hot ; and, look Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look thou stand
[Exeunt Erécu!ioners. Within the arras: when I strike my foot Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
· Meaning, the blood of him that has the just claim. The author very finely calls a monstrous birth, an escape of nuture; as if it were produced while she was busy elsewhere, or intent on some other thing.
Even in the matter of mine innocence: Arth. Good inorrow, Hubert.
Nay, after that, consume way in rust, Hub. Good inorrow, little prince.
But for containing nre to harm mine eye. Arth. As little prince (having so great a titke Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'diron! To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. 5 An it an angel should have come to me, Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
And told me, Hubert should put out miue eyes, Arth. Mercy on ine!
I would not have believ'd himn; no tongue, but Metanks, nobody should be sad, but I:
Hubert's [Hubert stamps, and the menenter. Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Hub. Conie forth; do as I bid you do. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, 10 Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes Only or wantonness. By my christendom,
are out, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men, I should be as merry as the day is long;
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. And so I woud be here, but that I doubt
Arth. Aias, what need you be soboistrous-rough? My uncle practises more harın to me:
15 I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. He is afraid oi me, and I of him:
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, And I will sit as quiet as a lainb; I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Hub. If I talk to him, with bis innocent prate, 20 Nor look upon the iron angerly: He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Aside. Whatever torment you do put me to. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him. to-day:
Exec. Jani best pleas'd to be from such a deed. In sooth, I would you were a little sick; 125)
[Ereunt. That I might sit all night, and watch with you: Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend; I warrant, I love you more than you do me. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :
Hub. Hiswordsco take possession of my bosom. Let him come back, that his compassion may Read here, young Arthur- [Shewing a paper.
Give life to yours. How now, foolish rheum!
[ Aside.30 Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Turning dispiteous torture out of door ?
Arth. Is there no remedy? I must be brief; lest resolution drop
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. [in yours, Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.
Arth. O heaven !--that there were but a mote Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : |35Any annoyance in that precious sense! Must you with hot irons burn out both nine eyes : Then, feeling what small things are boistrous there, Hub. Young boy, I must.
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Arth. And will you?
Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your Hub. And I will.
tongue. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head 40 Arth. Hubert, theutterance of a braceoftongues did but ake,
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, llubert? (The best I had, a princess wrought it me) Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out iny tongue, And I did never ask it you again :
So I may keep mine eyes; 0, spare mine eyes: And with my hand at midnight held your head; 45 Though' to no use, but still to look or you ! And, like the watchful juinutes to the hour, Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Still and anon cheard up the heavy time; And would not harm me. Saying, What lack you? anel, W'lere lies your grief: Hub. I can heat it, boy.
[grief, Or, W hat good love may I perform for you? Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with Many a poor inan's son would have lain still, 50 Being create for comfort, to be us'd And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; In undeserv'd extremes: See else yourself; But you at your sick service had a prince.
There is no malice in this burning coal; Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out; And call it, cunning: Do, an if you will: And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, 55 Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Why,then you must. Will you put out mine eyes: Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, And glow with sliame of your proceedings, Hubert: So much as frown on you?
Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; Hub. I have sworn to do it;
And, like a doy, that is compell?d to fight, And with hot irons must I burn them out. 60 Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
Arth. Ay, none, but in this iron age, would do it! All things, that you should use to du me wrong, The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Deny their office; only you du lack Approaching wear these eyes,would drinkiny tears, That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, And quench his fiery indignation,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
* Hub. Well, see to live: I will not touch thine eyel I have possess'd you with, and think them strong; For all the treasure that thine uncle owes
And more, more strong (when lesser is my fear) Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
I shall endue you with : Mean time, but ask With this same very iron to burn them out. What you would have reform'd, that is not well;
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this 5 And well shall you perceive, how willingly You were disguised.
[while I will both hear, and grant you your requests. Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu ;
Pemb. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these, Your uncle must not know but you are dead : To sound' the purposes of all their hearts) I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Both for myself and them (but, chief of all, And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, 10 Your safety, for the which inyself and them That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Bend their best studies) heartily request Will not offend thee.
The enfranchisement of Arthur'; whose restraint Arth. O heaven !--I thank you, Hubert. Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me; to break into this dangerous argument: Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Ereunt.|15|f, what in rest you have, in right you hold, SCENE II.
Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend The Court of England.
The steps of wrong) should move you to mew up Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Your tender kinsman, and to choak his days lords.
With barbarous ignorance, and deny' his youth K. John. Here once again we sit, once again 20 The rich advantage of good exercise ? crown'd,
That the time's enemies may not have this And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. To grace occasions, let it be our suit, Pemb. This once again, but that your highness That you have bid us ask his liberty; pleas'd,
Which for our goods we do no further a k, Was once superfíuous: you were crown'd before, 25 Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd ott; Counts it your weal, he have his liberty. The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth Fresh expectation troubled not the land
Enter Hubert. With any long'd-for change, or better state. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you?
Sal. Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp,30 Pemb. This is the man should do the bloody To guard' a title that was rich before,
deed; To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine: To throw a perfume on the violet,
The image of a wicked heinous fault To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
35 Does shew the mood of a much troubled breast; To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, And I do fearfully believe,'tis done, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
What we so fear'd he had a charge to do. Pemb. But that your roval pleasure must be done, Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go, This act is as an ancient tale new told;
Between his purpose and his conscience“, And, in the last repeating, troublesome, 40 Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set': Being urged at a time unseasonable.
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Pemb. And, when it breaks, I fear will issue Of plain old form is much disfigured:
thence And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; 45 K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong Startles and frights consideration ;
hand : Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, Good lords, although my will to give is living, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. [well,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead; Pemb. When workmen strive to do better than He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night. They do confound their skill in covetousness? : 501 Sal. Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past cure. And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault
Pemb. Indeed, we heard how near his death he Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;
was, As patches, set upon a little breach,
Before the child himself felt he was sick: Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
This must be answer'd, either here, or bence. Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. 55 K. John. Why do you bend such solemo brows Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd,
Sal. It is apparent foul-play ; and 'tis shame, Must make a stand at what your highness will. 160 That greatness should so grossly offer it:
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation) So thrive it in your game! and so farewel.
*i. e. owns. To guard, is to fringe. ? i. e. not by their avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intense desire of excelling: Si. e. to declare, to publish. i.e. between his consciousness of guilt, apd his design to conceal it by fair professions. i. e. placed. Dd2
Pemi, Pemb. Stav yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst Anifind the inheritance of this poor child,
thou say so?
[so. His little kingdom of a forced grave.
Peter. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out That blood, which ou'd the breadth of all this isle, K.John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him;
Three foot of it doth hold; Bad workel the while! 5 And on that day at noon, whereon, he says,
For I must use thee. -O my gentle cousin,
[E.rit Hubert, with Peter. No certain life atchiev'd by others' death.- 10 Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrivd? Enter a Messenger.
Fuulc. The French, my lord; men's mouths
are full of it: A fearful eye thou bast; where is that blood, That I have seen inbabit in those cheeks?
Besides, 1 met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury,
(With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire)
15 And others more, going to seek the grave
is kill'd tv-night
On your suggestion. any foreign preparation,
[power K. John. Gentle kinsman, go, Was levy'd in the body of a land!
And thrust thyself into their companies : The copy of your speed is learn’d by them;
2011 have a way to win their loves again; For, when you should be told they ilo
Bring them before me. Thetidingscome, that they are all arriv'd. [druvk?
Faulc. I will seek them out. [before. K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care;
K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better toot That such an army could be drawn in France,
0, let me have no subject enemies,
25 When adverse foreigners affright my towns And she not hear of it? Mles. My liege, her ear
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!. Is stopt with dust; the first of April, dy'd
Be Mercury, set teathers to thy heels; Your noble mother: And, as I hear, my lord,
And ny, like thought, from them to me again. The lady Constance in a frenzy dy'd
Fuulc. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. 30
[Exit. Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard; if true or false, I know not.
K.John.Spokelikea sprightful noble gentleman. K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
Go after him; for he, perhaps, shall need O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
And be thou he. My discontented peers!--What! mother dead?
35 Mles. With all my heart, my liege. [Erit. How wildly then walks my estate in France?Under whoseconduct camethose powers of France,
K. Joha. My mother dead!
Re-enter Hubert. [to-night: That, thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here? Mes. Under the Dauphin.
lub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen
Four fixed; and the fifth did wbirl about
K. John. Five moons?
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: Faule. But if you be afcard to hear the worst, 45 And when they talk of him they shake their heads, Then let the worst, unbeara, fall on your head. Ind whisper one another in the ear;
K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd And le, that speaks, dotlı gripe the hearer's wrist; Under the tide: but now I breathe again
Whilst be, that hears, makes fearful action Aloft the flood; and can give andience
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. To any tongue, speak it of what it will. 150 I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
Faule. Ilow I have sped among the clergymen, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, The sums I have collected shall express.
With open mouth swallowing a taylor's news; But, as I travelld hither through the land, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, I tind the people strangely fantasy’d;
Standing on slippers (which his nimble haste Possess'd with rumours, full of idle creams; 55 Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Not knowing what they fear, but full of tear : Told of a many thousand warlike French, And here's a provhet, that I brought with me That were embatteled and rank'd in Kent: Froin forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found .Inother lean unwash'd artificer With many laundreds tieading on his heels; Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. To wbori he sung in rude harsh.sounding rhines, foo K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
these fears? Your highness should deliver up your crown. Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?
i. e. into custody. ? From this we are to infer, that some shoes of those times could only be worn on that foot for which they were made.