I did not think the King so stored with friends.

Up once again! Put spirit in the French.

5.4.32462If they miscarry, we miscarry too.

That misbegotten devil Falconbridge,

5.4.52464In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.

They say King John, sore sick, hath left the field.

Lead me to the revolts of England here.

When we were happy, we had other names.

It is the Count Melun.

It is the Count Melun. Wounded to death.

Fly noble English! You are bought and sold.

5.4.112472Unthread the rude eye of rebellion

5.4.122473And welcome home again discarded faith.

5.4.132474Seek out King John and fall before his feet,

5.4.142475For if the French be lords of this loud day,

5.4.152476He means to recompense the pains you take

5.4.162477By cutting off your heads. Thus hath he sworn,

5.4.172478And I with him, and many more with me,

5.4.182479Upon the Altar at Saint Edmondsbury,

5.4.192480Even on that altar, where we swore to you

5.4.202481Dear amity and everlasting love.

May this be possible? May this be true?

Have I not hideous death within my view,

5.4.232484Retaining but a quantity of life,

5.4.242485Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax

5.4.252486Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire?

5.4.262487What in the world should make me now deceive,

5.4.272488Since I must lose the use of all deceit?

5.4.282489Why should I then be false, since it is true

5.4.292490That I must die here and live hence by truth?

5.4.302491I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

5.4.312492He is forsworn if e'er those eyes of yours

5.4.322493Behold another daybreak in the east.

5.4.332494But even this night, whose black contagious breath

5.4.342495Already smokes about the burning crest

5.4.352496Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,

5.4.362497Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire,

5.4.372498Paying the fine of rated treachery

5.4.382499Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,

5.4.392500If Lewis by your assistance win the day.

5.4.402501Commend me to one Hubert, with your King.

5.4.412502The love of him, and this respect besides,

5.4.422503For that my grandsire was an Englishman,

5.4.432504Awakes my conscience to confess all this.

5.4.442505In lieu whereof, I pray you bear me hence

5.4.452506From forth the noise and rumor of the field,

5.4.462507Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts

5.4.472508In peace, and part this body and my soul

5.4.482509With contemplation and devout desires.

We do believe thee, and beshrew my soul,

5.4.502511But I do love the favor and the form

5.4.512512Of this most fair occasion, by the which

5.4.522513We will untread the steps of damnèd flight,

5.4.532514And like a bated and retirèd flood,

5.4.542515Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

5.4.552516Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er-looked

5.4.562517And calmly run on in obedience

5.4.572518Even to our ocean, to our great King John.

5.4.582519My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence,

5.4.592520For I do see the cruel pangs of death

5.4.602521Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight,

5.4.612522And happy newness, that intends old right.