The Same. Another Part of the Same. |
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Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Others. |
Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. |
Pem. 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. |
Pem. They say King John, sore sick, hath left the field. |
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Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. |
Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. |
Sal. When we were happy we had other names. |
Pem. It is 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 moe with me, |
Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury; |
Even on that altar where we swore to you |
Dear amity and everlasting love. |
Sal. 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? |
Why should I then be false, since it is true |
That I 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 all 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, my friends! New flight; |
And happy newness, that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off MELUN. |
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