The Same. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter KING JOHN, PANDULPH with the crown, and Attendants. |
K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand |
The circle of my glory. |
Pand. [Giving JOHN the crown.] 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 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; |
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. [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. |
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Enter the BASTARD. |
Bast. All Kent hath 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. |
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again |
After they heard young Arthur was alive? |
Bast. 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 away. |
K. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. |
Bast. 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 threatener, and outface 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: |
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 comes 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. |
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 war-like 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. |
Bast. Away then, with good courage! yet, I know, |
Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt. |
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