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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