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Big. Out dunghill! dar'st thou brave a noble-
man?

Hi:'-. Not for my life: but jet I dare defend
Jij Innocent life against an emperor.
Sul. Thou ait a murderer.

Hub. Do not prove me to;

Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Sol truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.

Pern. Cut him to pieces.

Bait. Keep the peace, I say

Sai. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbrldge.

Bait. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. I'ut up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

Big. What wilt thou do, Tenowned Faulcon bridge?

Second a villain and a murderer?

Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.

Big. Who klll'd this prince!

llul,. Tfs not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.

Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy Is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in It, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency. Away, with me, alt you whose souls abhor The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house; For I am stifled with this smell of sin.

Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!

Pern. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out.

[Exeunt Lords.

Bait. Here's a good world !—Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the Infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, If thou didst this deed of death,, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

Huh. Do but hear me, sir.

Bait. Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou art damn'd a* black—nay, nothing Is so black;

Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer:
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
As thou shalt be, if ihou didst kill this child.
Hub. Upon my soul,

Bait. If thou didst hut consent

To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That eveT spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be
A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown
thyself,

Put but a little water In a spoon,
And it shall be a* all the ocean,

Enough to stifle such a villain up

I do suspect thee very grievously.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought

Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child.
And follow me with speed; 1*1] to the kingi
A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.

[ Exeunt

ACT V.

SCENE I.—The lame. A Room in the Palace. Enter King John, Pandulph with the crown, and Attendants.

JT. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pand. Take again

[Giving John the crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope. Your sovereign greatness and authority. K.John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the French; 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; 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 qualified. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, That present medicine must be minister'd. Or overthrow incurable ensues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope: Hut, 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.

(Exit.

K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet

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.

Enter the Bastard.

Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was em bounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
I left him well.

Bait. Go, bear him in thine arms

I am amaz'd, met'iinks; and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world-
How easy dost thou take all England up 1
From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this realm
Is fled to heaven ; and England now is left
To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth
The unowed interest of proud-swelling state.
Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest.
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
Now powers from home, and discontents at home,
Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits
(As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)
The eminent decay of wrested pomp.
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can

Bait. AM Kent bath yielded ; nothing there holds out,

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.
A*. John. Would not my lords return to me
again,

After they heard young Arthur was alive?
Bait. They found him dead, and cast into the
streets;

An empty casket, where the Jewel of life
By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en awav.
If. John. That villain Hubert told me he did
live.

Bait. So, on my soul,he did, for aught he knew
Rut 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 threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall Inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the gnat.
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:
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,

And fright him there ? and make him tremble there?

O, let it not be said !—Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors;
And grapple -with him, ere he come so nigh.
K. John. The legate of the pope hath beer, with
me.

And I have made a happy peaee ■with him;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Bast, O inglorious league!

Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
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 arras:
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.

Bast. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know,

Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt. SCENE II—A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury. Enter in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke, Bigot, and Soldiers.

Lew. 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 A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith, To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, 1 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: O, it grieves my soul. That I must draw this metal from my side To be a widow-maker; O, 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 very hand Of stern injustice and confused wrong.— And is't not pity, O 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 Btranger march Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up Her enemies* ranks, (I must withdraw and weep Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) To grace the gentry of a land remote. And follow unacquainted colours here? What, here ?—O nation, that thou could'st remove!

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!

Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
Do make an earthquake of nobility.
O, what a noble combat hast thou fought,
Between compulsion, and a brave respect!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,

I This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd

'Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Fie ur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this storm;
Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
That never saw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy band M
deep

Into the purse of rich prosperity,

As Lewis himself:—so, nobles, shall you all,

That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.

Enter Pandulph, attended.
And even there, methlnks, an angel spake;
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heaven;
And on our actions set the name of right,
With holy breath.

Pand. Hail, noble prince of France1

The next is this,—king John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome:
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.

Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back;

I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at control.
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
And come you now to tell me, John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me1
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must 1 back,
Because that John hath made his peace with
Rome?

Am I Rome's slave? 'What penny hath Rom* borne,

What men provided, what munition sent,
To underprop this action? is't not I,
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war1
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive te roy! as I have bank'd their towns ,J
Have T not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.

Pand. You look but on the outside of this virk.

Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
Till my attempt so much be glorified
As to my ample hope was promised
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger, and of death.—

[ Trumpet temndu What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Enter the Bastard, attended.

Duff. According to the fair play of the world,

Let me have audience; I am sent to speak:

My holy lord of Milan, from the king

I come, to learn how you have dealt for him'

And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pan. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties;
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.

Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
The youth says well:—Now hear our English king;
For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should:
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This harness'd masque, ana unadvised revel,
This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,
The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
Flora out the circle of his territories.
That hand, which had the strength, even at your
door,

To cudgel you, and make yott take the hatch;
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter of your stable planks;
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks;
To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out
In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake,
Even at the crying of your nation's crow,
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;—
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
No: Know, the gallant monarch is In arms;
And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers.
To souse annoyance that comes near liis nest.—
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts.
You bloody Xeroes, ripping up the womb
Of jour dear mother England, blush for shame:
For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids.
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change.
Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts
1 o fierce and bloody inclination.
Ltm. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in
peace;

We giant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee well;
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a brabbler.

Panrf. Give me leave to speak.

Rati. No, I will speak.

Lm. We will attend to neither:—

Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest, and our being here.

Bart. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry

And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand
(JJot trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,)
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
ft bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger
out.

Bail. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. [Exeunt.

SCENE III—TAe tame. A field of Battle. Alarum*. Enter King John and Hubert. K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.

Rub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty? K. Jokn. This fever, that hath troubled mo so long,

Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger. Kess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,

Desires your majesty to leave the field;

And send him word by me, which way you go.

K. John. Tell him, toward SwInstead, to the abbey there.

Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now: The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever bums me up,

And will not let me welcome this good news..

Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; Weakness possessetb me, and I am faint. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV—The same. Another part of the

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends.

Pent. Up once again; put spirit in the French: If they miscarry, we miscarry too.

Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Pern. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left the field.

Enter Melun wounded, and led by Soldiers.

Met. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
Sat. When we were happy, we had other names.
Pem. It la the count Melun.
Sal. Wounded to death.

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;
For, if the French be lords of this loud day,
He means to recompense the pains you take,
By cutting ofF your heads: Thus hath he sworn,
And I with him, and many more with me,
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury;
Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Dear amity and everlasting love.
Sat. May this be possible? may this be true?
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view.
Retaining but a quantity of life;
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire?
What in the world should make me now deceive,
Since I must lose the use of all deceit P
Why should I then be false; since it is true
That 1 must die here, and live hence by truth?
I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
'He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
Behold another day break in the east -.
But even this night,—whose black contagious
breath

Already smokes about the burning crest
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,—
Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire:
Paying the fine of rated treachery,
Even with a treacherous fine of alt your lives,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day.
Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;
The love of him,—and this respect besides,
For that my grandsire was an Englishman,—
Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
From forth the noise and rumour of the field;
Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts
In peace, and part this body and my soul
With contemplation and devout desires.

Sal. We do believe thee,—And beshrew my soul
But I do love the favour and the form
Of this most fair occasion, by the which
We will untread the steps of damned flight;
And, like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd,
And calmly run on in obedience,

Even to our ocean, to our great king John.

My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; For I do see the cruel pangs of death

Right in thine eye.—Away, ray friends ! New flight;

And happy newness, that intends old right.

[Exeunt, leading (i^Melun.

SCENE V The tame. The French Camp,

Enter Lewis and hie Train. Lent. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath to set:

Put stay'd, and made the western welkin blush,
When the English measur'd backward their own
ground,

In faint retire : O, bravely came we off,
When with a volley of our needless shot,
.After such bloody toll, we bid good night;
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Where is my prince, the dauphin?
Lent. Here :—What news

Met*. The count Melun is slain ; (he English
lords,

By his persuasion, are again fallen off"T
And your supply, which you have wlsh'd so long
Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.
Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !— Beshrew thy
very heart!
1 did not think to be so sad to-ntght,
As this hath made me—Who was he, that said,
King John did fly, an hour or two before
The stumbling night did part our weary powers
Mete. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care
to-night;
The day shall not be up so soon as I,
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.—An open Place in the neighbourhood of\
Swinstead-Abbey. 1
Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting.
Hub. Who's there? speak,ho ! speak quickly, or
I shoot.

Batt. A friend—What art thou?
Hub. Of the part of England.

Bait. Whither dost thou go f
Hub. What's that to thee ? Why may I not de-
mand

Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
Batt. Hubert, I think.

Hvb. Thou hast a perfect thought:

I will, upon all hazards, well helieve
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well:
Who art thou?

Batt. Who thou wilt: an if thou please,

Thou m^y'st befriend me so much, as to think
I come one way of the Plantagenets.

Hub. Unkind remembrance 1 thou, and eyeless
night,

Have done me shame:—Brave soldier, pardon me,
That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
Batt. Come,come; sans compliment, what news
abroad?

Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of
To find you out. [night,

Batt. Brief, then; and what's the news?

Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

Batt. Show me the very wound of this ill news;
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil ; that you might
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this.

Batt. How did he take it? who did taste to him?

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain Whose bowels suddenly burst out ! the king Vet speaks, and pcradventure, may recover.

Batt. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?

Hub. "Why, know you not? the lords are all
come back,

And brought prince Henry in their company;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty.
Batt. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,

And tempt us not to bear above our power!

I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd.
Away, before ! conduct me to the king;
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII—TAe Orchard of Swinstead-Abbey.

Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot.

P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling*
house,)

Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
Foretell the ending of mortality.

Enter Pembroke.

Pern. His highness yet doth speak; and holds
That, being brought into the open air, [belief,
It would allay the burning quality
Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard
here.—

Doth he still rage? [Brit Bigot.

Pern. He is more patient

Than when you left him ; even now he sung.

P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes,
In their continuance, will not feel themselves.
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,
Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now
Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds
With many legions of strange fantasies;
Which, in their throng and press to that last hold,
Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that deatb

should sing.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born
To set a form upon that indigest,
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in

King John, in a chair.
K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-
room;

It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
1 am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
Upon a parchment j and against this fire
Do I shrii.k up.
P. Hen. How fares your majesty?

JT. John, Poidon'd,—ill fare ;—dead, forsook,
cast off:

And none of you will bid the winter come,
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw j
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Through my burn'd bosom ; nor entreat the north
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips,
And comfort me with cold :— I donotask you much,
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait.
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

P. Hen. 0, that there were some virtue In my
That might relieve you! [tears,
K. John. The salt In them is hot—

Within me is a hell } and there the poison
Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
On unreprievable condemned blood.

Enter the Bastard.

Butt. O, I am scalded with my violent motion. And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

K. John. 0 cousin, thou art come to »et mine eye:

The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd;
And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail.
Are turned to one thread, one little hair:
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be utter'd;
And then all this thou see'st is but a clod.
And module of confounded royalty.

Has/, The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him:

For, in a night, the best part of my power.
As I upon advantage did remove,
Were in the washes, all unwarily,
Devour'd by the unexpected flood.

[The King dies.

Sat. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.—

My liege! my lord !—But now a king,—now thus.

P. Ben. Even so must I run on, ana even so stop. What snrety of the world, what hope, what stay. When this was now a king, and now is clay 1

Bast. Art thou gone so? 1 do but stay behind. To do the office for thee of revenge; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,

As it on earth hath been thy servant still.

Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres,

Where be your powers? Show now your mended faiths;

And instantly return with me again,
To push destruction, and perpetual shame,
Out of the weak door of our fainting land:
Straight let us seek, or straight we snail be sought;
The Dauphin rages at our very heels.

Sal. It teems, you know not then so much as we:
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin;

And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take.
With purpose presently to leave this war.

Bait. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already .
For many carriages he hath despatch'd
To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel
To the dispoiing of the cardinal.
With whom yourself, myself, and other loids,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To consummate this business happily.

Bast. Let it be soAnd you, my noble prince,
With other princes that may best be spar'd,
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be Interr'd; For so he will'd it.

Butt. Thither shall it then.

And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly.

Sat. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore.

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks.

And knows not how to do it, but with tears.

Ba»t. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs— This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound Itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the thiee comers of the world in arms, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue,

If England to itself do rest but true.

[Exevitt.

THE LIFE AND DEATH

OF KING RICHARD II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

King Richard the Second.

Edmund of Langley, Duke of York; \ uncles to John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster j J the King.

Henry, surnamed Bollngbroke, Duke of Hereford;

ton to John of Gaunt; afterwardt King Henry IV.
Duke of Aumerle, Man to the Duke of York.
Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Duke of Surrey.
Earl of Salisbury.
Earl Berkley.
Bushy, T

Bagot, J. creature* to King Richard.
Green, J

Eail of Northumberland.
Henry Percy, hie eon.
Lord Ross.

Lord Willoughby.

Lord Fitzwater.

Bishop of Carlisle.

Abbot of Westminster.

Lord Marihal; and another Lord.

Sir Pierce of Ex ton.

Sir Stephen Scroop.

Captain of a band of Wtlchmen.

Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloster.
Duchess of York.
Lady attending on the Queen.

Lords, Her aide, Officers, Soldiers, Two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE^-dispereedly in England and Wales.

ACT I.

SCENE I—London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King Richard, attended: John of Gaunt, and other Nobles, nnth hinu

K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, tUne-honour'A I .an caster,

Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal. Which then our leisure would not let us hear. Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray. Gaunt. I have, my liege.

K. Rirh. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him,

If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
Or worthily as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argu-
ment,—

On some apparent danger seen In him,
Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence . face
to face,

And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser, and the acensed, freely speak -.—

[Exeunt some Attendants. Hlgh-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as lire.

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