Thus have I yielded up into your hand

5.1.22168The circle of my glory.

The circle of my glory. [Returning the crown to King John] Take again

5.1.32170From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,

5.1.42171Your sovereign greatness and authority.

Now keep your holy word. Go meet the French,

5.1.62173And from his holiness use all your power

5.1.72174To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed.

5.1.82175Our discontented counties do revolt;

5.1.92176Our people quarrel with obedience,

5.1.102177Swearing allegiance and the love of soul

5.1.112178To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.

5.1.122179This inundation of mistempered humor

5.1.132180Rests by you only to be qualified.

5.1.142181Then pause not, for the present time's so sick

5.1.152182That present medicine must be ministered,

5.1.162183Or overthrow incurable ensues.

It was my breath that blew this tempest up

5.1.182185Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope;

5.1.192186But since you are a gentle convertite,

5.1.202187My tongue shall hush again this storm of war

5.1.212188And make fair weather in your blustering land:

5.1.222189On this Ascension Day, remember well,

5.1.232190Upon your oath of service to the Pope,

5.1.242191Go I to make the French lay down their arms.

Is this Ascension Day? Did not the prophet

5.1.262193Say that before Ascension Day at noon

5.1.272194My crown I should give off? Even so I have.

5.1.282195I did suppose it should be on constraint,

5.1.292196But, heaven be thanked, it is but voluntary.

All Kent hath yielded. Nothing there holds out

5.1.312199But Dover Castle. London hath received

5.1.322200Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers.

5.1.332201Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone

5.1.342202To offer service to your enemy,

5.1.352203And wild amazement hurries up and down

5.1.362204The little number of your doubtful friends.

Would not my lords return to me again

5.1.382206After they heard young Arthur was alive?

They found him dead, and cast into the streets,

5.1.402208An empty casket, where the jewel of life

5.1.412209By some damned hand was robbed and ta'en away.

That villain Hubert told me he did live.

So on my soul he did, for aught he knew.

5.1.442212But wherefore do you droop? Why look you sad?

5.1.452213Be great in act as you have been in thought.

5.1.462214Let not the world see fear and sad distrust

5.1.472215Govern the motion of a kingly eye.

5.1.482216Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;

5.1.492217Threaten the threatener, and out-face the brow

5.1.502218Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes,

5.1.512219That borrow their behaviors from the great,

5.1.522220Grow great by your example and put on

5.1.532221The dauntless spirit of resolution.

5.1.542222Away, and glisten like the god of war

5.1.552223When he intendeth to become the field:

5.1.562224Show boldness and aspiring confidence.

5.1.572225What, shall they seek the lion in his den

5.1.582226And fright him there? And make him tremble there?

5.1.592227Oh let it not be said! Forage, and run

5.1.602228To meet displeasure farther from the doors,

5.1.612229And grapple with him ere he come so nigh.

The legate of the Pope hath been with me,

5.1.632231And I have made a happy peace with him,

5.1.642232And he hath promised to dismiss the powers

5.1.652233Led by the Dauphin.

Led by the Dauphin. Oh inglorious league!

5.1.662235Shall we upon the footing of our land

5.1.672236Send fair-play orders and make compromise,

5.1.682237Insinuation, parley, and base truce

5.1.692238To arms invasive? Shall a beardless boy,

5.1.702239A cockered silken wanton, brave our fields

5.1.712240And flesh his spirit in a war-like soil,

5.1.722241Mocking the air with colors idly spread,

5.1.732242And find no check? Let us my liege to arms!

5.1.742243Perchance the Cardinal cannot make your peace;

5.1.752244Or if he do, let it at least be said

5.1.762245They saw we had a purpose of defense.

Have thou the ordering of this present time.

Away then with good courage! Yet I know

5.1.792248Our party may well meet a prouder foe.