And I do fearfully believe 'tis done, What we so fear'd he had a charge to do. Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. Pem. And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. 80 K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand: Good lords, although my will to give is living, The suit which you demand is gone and dead: He tells us Arthur is deceased to-night. Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure. Pem. Indeed we heard how near his death he was Before the child himself felt he was sick: This must be answer'd either here or hence. K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows on me? 90 Think you I bear the shears of destiny? And find the inheritance of this poor child, 98 That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle, Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while! This must not be thus borne: this will break out To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt. [Exeunt Lords. K. John. They burn in indignation. I repent: There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. Enter a Messenger. A fearful eye thou hast: where is that blood So foul a sky clears not without a storm: Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France? Mess. From France to England. Never such a power For any foreign preparation Was levied in the body of a land. The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; IIO K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care, Mess. I 20 Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard; if true or false I know not. K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion! O, make a league with me, till I have pleased K. John. Thou hast made me giddy 131 With these ill tidings. Enter the BASTARD and PETER of Pomfret. To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff amazed Under the tide: but now I breathe again 140 Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen, The sums I have collected shall express. Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams, 151 Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him; And on that day at noon, whereon he says I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd. For I must use thee. [Exit Hubert with Peter. 161 Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived? K. John. Bast. I will seek them out. K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot before. O, let me have no subject enemies, When adverse foreigners affright my towns Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels, 170 And fly like thought from them to me again. Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. [Exit. K. John. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentle man. Go after him; for he perhaps shall need Mess. With all my heart, my liege. 180 K. John. My mother dead! Re-enter HUBERT. [Exit. Hub. My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night; Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion. K. John. Five moons! Hub. Old men and beldams in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist, 200 Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. Hub. No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me? K. John. It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life, 210 And on the winking of authority To understand a law, to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns More upon humour than advised respect.* Hub. did. Here is your hand and seal for what I *Consideration. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. 221 230 K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause When I spake darkly what I purposed, Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words, Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me: But thou didst understand me by my signs Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, 240 The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name. Out of my sight, and never see me more! |