King John (Folio 1, 1623)
Peer Reviewed
2165
Actus Quartus, Scæna prima.
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Enter King Iohn and Pandolph, attendants.
¶K._Iohn. Thus haue I yeelded vp into your hand
¶The Circle of my glory.
¶Pan. Take againe
2170From this my hand,_as holding of the Pope
¶To stop their marches 'fore we are enflam'd:
2175Our discontented Counties doe reuolt:
¶Our people quarrell with obedience,
¶Swearing Allegiance, and the loue of soule
¶To stranger-bloud, to forren Royalty;
¶This inundation of mistempred humor,
2180Rests by you onely to be qualified.
¶Or ouerthrow incureable ensues.
¶But since you are a gentle conuertite,
¶And make faire weather in your blustring land:
¶On this Ascention day, remember well,
2190Vpon your oath of seruice to the Pope,
¶Goe I to make the French lay downe their Armes.
Exit.
¶But (heau'n be thank'd) it is but voluntary.
¶
Enter Bastard.
¶Bast. All Kent hath yeelded: nothing there holds out
¶But Douer Castle: London hath receiu'd
2200Like a kinde Host, the Dolphin and his powers.
¶Your Nobles will not heare you,_but are gone
¶To offer seruice to your enemy:
¶And wilde amazement hurries vp and downe
¶The little number of your doubtfull friends.
2205Iohn. Would not my Lords returne to me againe
¶After they heard yong Arthur was aliue?
¶An empty Casket, where the Iewell of life
2210Iohn. That villaine Hubert told me he did liue.
¶But wherefore doe you droope? why looke you sad?
¶Be great in act, as you haue beene in thought:
2215Gouerne the motion of a kinglye eye:
¶Threaten the threatner,_and out-face the brow
¶Of bragging horror: So shall inferior eyes
¶That borrow their behauiours from the great,
2220Grow great by your example, and put on
¶Away, and glister like the god of warre
¶When he intendeth to become the field:
¶And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
¶And grapple with him ere he come so nye.
2230Iohn. The Legat of the Pope hath beene with mee,
¶And I haue made a happy peace with him,
¶Led by the Dolphin.
¶Bast. Oh inglorious league:
2235Shall we vpon the footing of our land,
¶A cockred-silken wanton braue our fields,
¶Mocking the ayre with colours idlely spred,
¶And finde no checke? Let vs my Liege to Armes:
¶Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace;
¶Bast. Away then with good courage: yet I know
¶Our Partie may well meet a prowder foe.
Exeunt.
