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Hold out this tempest. Bear


that child, And follow me with speed; I'll to the king : A thousand businesses are brief in hand, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. [Exeunt.


The Court of England. Enter King JOHN, PANDULPH,

and Attendants.

King John

Thus have I yielded up into your hand
The circle of my glory.

[Giving up the Crown.
Pan. Take again
From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
Your sovereign greatness and authority.
K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the

And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. ,
Our discontented counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience ;

10 Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. This inundation of mistemper'd humour Rests by you only to be qualify'd. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick



That present medicine must be ministred,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope :
But, since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war,
And make fair weather in your blustering land.
On this Ascension-Day, remember well,
Upon your oath of service to the pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exito
K. John. Is this Ascension-Day? Did not the pro-

phet Say, that, before Ascension-Day at noon, My crown I should give off? Even so I have : I did suppose it should be on constraint ; But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. 30

Faule. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds

But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers :
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service to your enemy ;
And wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.

K. John. Would not my lords return to me again,
After they heard young Arthur was alive?
Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the

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An empty casket, where the jewel of life,
By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away.

K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.

Faulc. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.
But wherefore do you droop ? why look you sad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye :
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow

Of bragging horror; so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field :
Shew boldness, and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den?
And friglit him there; and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be said !-Forage, and run

To meet displeasure farther from the doors ;
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.

K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with me,
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Faulc. Oh inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,

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To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check ? Let us, my liege, to arms:
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace ;
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence.
K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present

time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt.



The Dauphin's Camp at St. Edmund's-Bury. Enter, in

BIGOT, and Soldiers.

Lewis. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And keep it safe for our remembrance :
Return the precedent to these lords again;
That, having our fair order written down,
Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,
May know wherefore we took the sacrament,
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.

Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
And, noble dauphin, albeit we swear

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To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince,
I am not glad that such a sore of time
Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many : Oh, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker; oh, and there,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury :

But such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physick of our right,
We cannot deal but with the


Of stern injustice and confused wrong.
And is't not pity, oh my grieved friends!
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
Were born to see so sad an hour as this ;
Wherein we step after a stranger march
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Her enemies' ranks (I must withdraw and weep 110
Upon the spot of this enforced cause),
To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here :- nation, that thou could'st remove i
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore ;
Where these two Christian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so unneighbourly !




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