King John (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Iohn, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lordes.
¶And look'd vpon, I hope, with chearefull eyes.
¶Was once superfluous: you were Crown'd before,
¶And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off:
¶The faiths of men, nere stained with reuolt:
¶Fresh expectation troubled not the Land
1725With any long'd-for-change, or better State.
¶To guard a Title, that was rich before;
¶To gilde refined Gold, to paint the Lilly;
¶To throw a perfume on the Violet,
1730To smooth the yce, or adde another hew
¶Vnto the Raine-bow; or with Taper-light
1735This acte, is as an ancient tale new told,
¶Sal. In this the Anticke, and well noted face
¶Of plaine old forme, is much disfigured,
¶It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
¶Startles, and frights consideration :
¶And oftentimes excusing of a fault,
¶As patches set vpon a little breach,
1750Discredite more in hiding of the fault,
¶Then did the fault before it was so patch'd.
¶Sal. To this effect, before you were new crown'd
¶We breath'd our Councell: but it pleas'd your Highnes
¶To ouer-beare it, and we are all well pleas'd,
1755Since all, and euery part of what we would
1760I shall indue you with: Meane time, but aske
¶What you would haue reform'd. that is not well,
¶And well shall you perceiue, how willingly
¶I will both heare, and grant you your requests.
¶Both for my selfe, and them: but chiefe of all
1770Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent
¶To breake into this dangerous argument.
¶If what in rest you haue, in right you hold,
¶Why then your feares, which (as they say) attend
1775Your tender kinsman, and to choake his dayes
¶With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
¶The rich aduantage of good exercise,
¶That the times enemies may not haue this
1780That you haue bid vs aske his libertie,
¶Which for our goods, we do no further aske,
¶Then, whereupon our weale on you depending,
¶Counts it your weale: he haue his liberty.
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Enter Hubert.
¶To your direction: Hubert, what newes with you?
¶He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine,
¶The image of a wicked heynous fault
¶And I do fearefully beleeue 'tis done,
¶What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
¶Sal. The colour of the King doth come, and go
¶Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set:
¶The foule corruption of a sweet childes death.
¶Good Lords, although my will to giue, is liuing,
¶The suite which you demand is gone, and dead.
¶He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night.
1805Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was,
¶Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny?
1810Haue I commandement on the pulse of life?
¶So thriue it in your game, and so farewell.
¶Pem. Stay yet (Lord Salisbury) Ile go with thee,
1815And finde th'inheritance of this poore childe,
¶His little kingdome of a forced graue.
¶That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this Ile,
¶Three foot of it doth hold; bad world the while:
¶This must not be thus borne, this will breake out
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¶No certaine life atchieu'd by others death:
¶A fearefull eye thou hast. Where is that blood,
¶So foule a skie, cleeres not without a storme,
¶Poure downe thy weather: how goes all in France?
¶For any forraigne preparation,
1830Was leuied in the body of a land.
¶The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them:
¶For when you should be told they do prepare,
¶The tydings comes, that they are all arriu'd.
¶Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke?
1835Where hath it slept? Where is my Mothers care?
¶That such an Army could be drawne in France,
¶And she not heare of it?
¶Mes. My Liege, her eare
1840Your noble mother; and as I heare, my Lord,
¶The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de
¶Three dayes before: but this from Rumors tongue
1845O make a league with me, 'till I haue pleas'd
¶My discontented Peeres. What? Mother dead?
¶How wildely then walkes my Estate in France?
¶That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere?
1850Mes. Vnder the Dolphin.
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Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret.
1855My head with more ill newes: for it is full.
¶Then let the worst vn-heard, fall on your head.
¶Vnder the tide; but now I breath againe
1860Aloft the flood,_and can giue audience
¶To any tongue, speake it of what it will.
¶But as I trauail'd hither through the land,
¶Not knowing what they feare, but full of feare.
¶And here's a Prophet that I brought with me
¶From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
1870With many hundreds treading on his heeles:
¶Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne.
¶And on that day at noone, whereon he sayes
¶I shall yeeld vp my Crowne, let him be hang'd.
¶Deliuer him to safety, and returne,
¶Hear'st thou the newes abroad, who are arriu'd?
¶Besides I met Lord Bigot, and Lord Salisburie
¶With eyes as red as new enkindled fire,
1885And others more, going to seeke the graue
¶I haue a way to winne their loues againe:
1890Bring them before me.
¶O, let me haue no subiect enemies,
¶When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes
¶Be Mercurie, set feathers to thy heeles,
¶And flye (like thought) from them, to me againe.
1900Go after him: for he perhaps shall neede
¶And be thou hee.
¶Mes. With all my heart, my Liege.
¶Iohn. My mother dead?
1905
Enter Hubert.
¶Foure fixed, and the fift did whirle about
¶The other foure, in wondrous motion.
¶Ioh. Fiue Moones?
¶Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths,
¶And when they talke of him, they shake their heads,
¶And whisper one another in the eare.
¶Whilst he that heares, makes fearefull action
¶With wrinkled browes, with nods, with rolling eyes.
¶The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole,
1920With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes,
¶Who with his Sheeres, and Measure in his hand,
¶Told of a many thousand warlike French,
1925That were embattailed, and rank'd in Kent.
¶Another leane, vnwash'd Artificer,
¶Cuts off his tale, and talkes of Arthurs death.
1930Thy hand hath murdred him: I had a mighty cause
¶By slaues, that take their humors for a warrant,
1935To breake within the bloody house of life,
¶And on the winking of Authoritie
¶To vnderstand a Law; to know the meaning
¶Of dangerous Maiesty, when perchance it frownes
¶More vpon humor, then aduis'd respect.
¶Is to be made, then shall this hand and Seale
¶How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds,
1945Make deeds ill done? Had'st not thou beene by,
¶A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd,
¶This murther had not come into my minde.
¶But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect,
1950Finding thee fit for bloody villanie:
¶Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
¶I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death:
¶And thou, to be endeered to a King,
1955Hub. My Lord.
¶Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face;
¶And those thy feares, might haue wrought feares in me.
1965And consequently, thy rude hand to acte
¶The deed, which both our tongues held vilde to name.
¶My Nobles leaue me, and my State is braued,
¶Euen at my gates, with rankes of forraigne powres;
1970Nay, in the body of this fleshly Land,
¶This kingdome, this Confine of blood, and breathe
¶Hostilitie, and ciuill tumult reignes
1975Ile make a peace betweene your soule, and you.
¶Yong Arthur is aliue: This hand of mine
¶Is_yet a maiden, and an innocent hand.
¶Within this bosome, neuer entred yet
1980The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought,
¶And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme,
¶Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly,
¶Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde,
¶Then to be butcher of an innocent childe.
¶Throw this report on their incensed rage,
¶And make them tame to their obedience.
¶Vpon thy feature, for my rage was blinde,
1990And foule immaginarie eyes of blood
¶Presented thee more hideous then thou art.
¶The angry Lords, with all expedient hast,
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