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Why should I then be false ; since it is true Mc. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. That I must die here, and live hence by truth? Lewis. Well; keep good quarter and good care I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
to-night : He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours The day shall not be up so soon as I, Behold another day break in the east :
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt, But even this night, whose black contagious breath
SCENE VI. Already smokes about the burning crest Of the old, fecble, and day-wearied sun, An open place in the neighbour bood of Sevinstead abbeye Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; Erter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, severally. Paying the fine of rated treachery,
Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
or I shoot. If Lewis by your alliance win the day.
Faul. A friend :---What art thou ? Commend me to one Hubert, with your king ;
Hub. Of the part of England. The love of him, and this respect hesides,
Fauli. Whither doft thou go? For that my grandfire was an Englishman,
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not dea Au akes my conscience to confess all this.
mand In licu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ? From forth the noise and rumour of the field;
Faul. Hubert, I think, Where I inay think the remnant of my thoughts
Hub, Thou hatt a perfect thought i
I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well : But I do love the favour and the form
Fauli. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, Of this moit fair occasion, by the which
Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think We will untread the steps of damned fight ;
I come one way of the Plantagenets. And, like a bated and retired food,
Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyelers Leaving our rankness aru irregular course, Scoop low within those bounds we have o’er-look'd, Have done me shame :--Brave soldier, pardon me, And calmly run on in obedience,
That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Even to our ocean, to our great king John.
Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ;
Fault, Come, come ; sans compliment, what For I do see the cruel pangs of death (tlight ;
(night, Right? in thine eye.--Away, my friends! New
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of And happy newness, that intends old right.
To find you out.
Faul. Brief, then ; and what's the news?
Hub. O my sweet sir, news fitted to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Fauli. Shew me the very wound of this ill news;
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at ir. Lewis. The sun of heaven, methoughi, was loth Hub. The king, I fear, is poison d by a monk : to set ;
I left him almost speechiels, and broke out But staid, and made the western welkin blush, To acquaint you with this evil; that you might When the English meafurd backward their own The better arm you to the sudden time, ground
Than if you had at leisure known of this. In faint retire : Oh, bravely came we off,
Fault. How did he take it? who did taste to him? When with a volley of our needleis Mhor,
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, After such bloody toil, we bid good night ; Whose bowels suddenly burst out : the king And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Lidt in the field, and almost lords of it!
Fairls. Who didit thou leave to tend his majesty? Enter a M Denger.
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all Mef. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ?
come back, Lewis. Here :--What news?
(lords, And brought prince Henry in their company ; Mef. The Count Melun is Nain ; the English At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, By his persuasion, are again fallen off:
And they are all about his majesty. And your supplies, which you have with'd so long, Faul.Withhold thine indignation,mighty heaven, Are cart away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. And tempt us not to bear above our power! Lewis. Ah foul shrewd news !-Bethrew thy I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, very heart!
Paffing these flats, are taken by the tide, I did not think to be so sad to-night,
There Lincoln washes have devoured them ; As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. King Jonn did fly, an hour or two before Away, before ! conduct me to the king; The stumbling night did part our weary powers ? |I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Excumin
1 Right Significs immediale : this sense, however, is now obsoleiça
My heart hath one poor ftring to stay it by,
Thich holds but 'till thy news be uttered ;
And then all this thou seeft, is but a clod,
len. It is too late ; the life of all his blood Faul. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Is tonch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Where, heaven he knows, how we shall uiwerhim; (Whichiome fuppose the foul's fruildwelling-house) For, in a night, the best part of my power, Doch, by the idle comments that it makes, As I upon advantage did remove, Furetell the ending of mortality.
Were in the wathes, all unw.rily,
Devoured by the unexpected Hvod. [The king dies. Pemb. His btginnels yce Juth 1peak; and holds
Sul. You breathe these dead news in as dead an belief, That, being brouglic into the open air,
Vy liege! ny lord ! - Put now a king,—now thus. It would allay the burning quality
Hen. Even so muft I run on, and even so stop. Of that fell poison which attuleth him.
What furety of the world, what hope, what stay, Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here. — When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doch he still rage ?
Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, Pemb. He is more patient
To do the office for thee of revenge ; Than when you left him : even now lle fung.
And then my foul shall wait on thee to heaven, Hen. () vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Now, now, you stars, that move in your righer Deatlı, having prey'd upon the outward parts,
[faiths ; Leaves them : invisible his fiege is now,
Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds. And iuftantly return with me again, With many legions of strange fanaties;
To puih destruction, and perpetual shame, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Straight let us feek, or straight we shall be sought ; should fing.
The Dauphin rages at our very heels. I am the cygnet to this pale faint fwan,
Srl. It seems, you know not then so much as wc: Who chants a Julefui hymn to his own death ;
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rett,
And brings from him such otiers of our peace
With purpose presently to leave this war.“
Fault. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Ourselves well linewed to our defence.
For many carriages he hath diipatch'd
Tu che disposing of the cardinal :
With whom yourieif, myleli, and other lords,
Faulo. Let it be so :--And you, my noble prince, Hen. How fares your majesty ? [cast off : "Vith other princes that may best be spar'd,
K. John. Poison’d.,-ill fare ;cadead, forfouk, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
For fo he will'd it.
And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, That might relieve you !
To reft without a spot for evermore. [thanks, K. Youn. The salt of them is hot.
Her. I have a kind soul, that would give you Within me is a hell; aud there the poison And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Is, as a fend, confin'd to tyrannize
Fauic. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, On unreprievable condemned blood.
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.m Enter Falconbridge.
This England never did, nor never shall, Fauls. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion, Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, And spleen of speed to see your majetty. But when it firit did help to wound itself.
X. John. Oh, cousin, thou art come to let mine e;c: Now these her princes are come home again, The lackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt ; Come the three corners of the world in arms, (rue, And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should fail, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us Aiz turncy to one thread, one lietle bur; If England to itself do rest but true. (Exeunt omecS.
KI N G R I C-H ARD
PERSONS REPRESENT E D.
Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND.
Percy, Jon 10 Northumberland.
Lord Ross 4.
Hereford, afterwards King Henry ebe Fourib, Sir STEPHEN SCROOP.
Lord Marshal; and another Lord,
Sir PIERCE of Exton.
Captain of a Band of Welchmer.
Queen-to King Richard.
Durchijs of GLOSTER.
Dutchefs of York.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
SCENE, dispersedly, in England and Wales.
S CE N E I.
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On tome known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near As I could sift him on that are Erter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with orher No
On some apparent danger seen in him,
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; face
Thim, Enter Boling broke and Mowbray."
1 This history, however, comprises little more than the two last years of this prince. The action of the drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, on an accusation of high treason, which fell oui in the year 1398; and it closes with the murder of king Richard at Pomtretcaitle towards the end of the year 1400, or the beginning of the ensuing year. 2. Junctie is the French for what we now call Albemarle, which is a town in Normandy. 3 Mr. Steevens says, it ought to be Lord Berkley, as there was no Farl Berklev 'till some ages after. 4 Now (pelt Roos, one of the duke of Rutland's titles. si.e. bond
Morb. Each day ftill better other's happiness; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, And, when I mount, alive may I not ligh!, Add an immortal title to your crown!
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! [charge?
It must be great, that can inherit us 3
Boling. First (heaven be the record to my speech!) The which he hath detain'd for lewd employmenti,
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge
Further I fay,—and further will maintain
Upon his bad life, to make all this good,
That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ;
[zeal : And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
Ki Rich. How high a pitch his resolution foars ! The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Thomas of Norfolk, what say'lt thou to this?
Mowb. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
How God, lad good men, hate to foul a liar. (ears:
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him, or partialize I do defy him, and I spit at him ;
The unstooping tirmness of my upright sout : Call him--a Nanderous coward, and a villain : He is our fubject, Mowbray, to art ilou; Which to maintain, I would allow liim odds; Frec ipecchi, sad fearlet:, I to thee allow. And meet him, were I tyd tu run 2-toot
Vs-b. Then, Beliorbruke, as low as tochvhest, Even to the frozen ridges of ihe Alps,
Through the falle pallage of th; throat, thou liest!
Three parts of that receipt I hard for Calais,
The other part refervd I by confent ;
Since lart I went to France, to fetch Iris queen:
Now Swallow down that lie.For Gloiter's and lay aside my high bloou's toynicy,
Mowb. I take it up; and, by that awon I swear, But, ere l latt receiv'd the lacrament,
Your grace's pardun, and, I hope, I had it. * Meaning, his sword drawn in a riglit or just cause. 21. e. nor habitable. 3i. c. poliests