Chapter IV: Act III: SCENE I. The French KING'S Pavilion.248

_Enter_ CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, _and_ SALISBURY.

_Const._ Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!
False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!
Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?
It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard;
Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again: 5
It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so:
I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word[249]
Is but the vain breath of a common man:
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;[250]
I have a king's oath to the contrary. 10
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am sick and capable of fears,
Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears.
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,
A woman, naturally born to fears; 15
And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,[251]
With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,[251][252]
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? 20
What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?[253]
Then speak again; not all thy former tale, 25
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

_Sal._ As true as I believe you think them false[254]
That give you cause to prove my saying true.

_Const._ O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die, 30
And let belief and life encounter so
As doth the fury of two desperate men
Which in the very meeting fall and die.
Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou?[255]
France friend with England, what becomes of me?[256] 35
Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight:
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.[257]

_Sal._ What other harm have I, good lady, done,[257]
But spoke the harm that is by others done?[257]

_Const._ Which harm within itself so heinous is[257] 40
As it makes harmful all that speak of it.[257]

_Arth._ I do beseech you, madam, be content.[258]

_Const._ If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,[259] 45
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content,
For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown. 50
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:
Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,
She is corrupted, changed and won from thee; 55
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,[260]
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty.
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,[261] 60
That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
Envenom him with words, or get thee gone
And leave those woes alone which I alone[262]
Am bound to under-bear.

_Sal._ Pardon me, madam, 65
I may not go without you to the kings.

_Const._ Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;[263]
For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.[264]
To me and to the state of my great grief 70
Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
That no supporter but the huge firm earth[265]
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;[266]
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

[_Seats herself on the ground._[267]

_Enter_ KING JOHN, KING PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, ELINOR, _the_
BASTARD, AUSTRIA, _and_ Attendants.

_K. Phi._ 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day
Ever in France shall be kept festival:[268] 75
To solemnize this day the glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
Turning with splendour of his precious eye
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: 80
The yearly course that brings this day about
Shall never see it but a holiday.[269]

_Const._ A wicked day, and not a holy day! [_Rising._[270]
What hath this day deserved? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set 85
Among the high tides in the calendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury.
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray that their burthens may not fall this day, 90
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:
But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;[271]
No bargains break that are not this day made:
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change![272] 95

_K. Phi._ By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?

_Const._ You have beguiled me with a counterfeit
Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd and tried,[273] 100
Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn;
You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,[274]
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold in amity and painted peace,[275] 105
And our oppression hath made up this league.[276]
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings![277]
A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens![278]
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,[279] 110
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!
Hear me, O, hear me!

_Aust._ Lady Constance, peace!

_Const._ War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war.
O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! 115
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, 120
And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou.
A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear[280]
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend 125
Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength,
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[281]

_Aust._ O, that a man should speak those words to me![282] 130

_Bast._ And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[283]

_Aust._ Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.

_Bast._ And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.[283][284]

_K. John._ We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.

_Enter_ PANDULPH.[285]

_K. Phi._ Here comes the holy legate of the pope. 135

_Pand._ Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand 140
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop[286]
Of Canterbury, from that holy see?[287]
This, in our foresaid holy father's name, 145
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

_K. John._ What earthy name to interrogatories[288]
Can task the free breath of a sacred king?[289]
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
So slight, unworthy and ridiculous, 150
To charge me to an answer, as the pope.[290]
Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,[291] 155
So under Him that great supremacy,[292]
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
So tell the pope, all reverence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority. 160

_K. Phi._ Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

_K. John._ Though you and all the kings of Christendom
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, 165
Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,
Though you and all the rest so grossly led
This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose 170
Against the pope and count his friends my foes.

_Pand._ Then, by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate:
And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic; 175
And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a saint,[293]
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

_Const._ O, lawful let it be
That I have room with Rome to curse awhile![294] 180
Good father cardinal, cry thou amen
To my keen curses; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

_Pand._ There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.

_Const._ And for mine too: when law can do no right,[295] 185
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? 190

_Pand._ Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.

_Eli._ Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. 195

_Const._ Look to that, devil; lest that France repent,[296]
And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

_Aust._ King Philip, listen to the cardinal.

_Bast._ And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.[297]

_Aust._ Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, 200
Because--

_Bast._ Your breeches best may carry them.

_K. John._ Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?

_Const._ What should he say, but as the cardinal?

_Lew._ Bethink you, father; for the difference
Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, 205
Or the light loss of England for a friend:
Forego the easier.

_Blanch._ That's the curse of Rome.[298]

_Const._ O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here[299]
In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.[300]

_Blanch._ The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,[301] 210
But from her need.[301]

_Const._ O, if thou grant my need,[301]
Which only lives but by the death of faith,[301]
That need must needs infer this principle,[301]
That faith would live again by death of need.[301]
O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;[301] 215
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down![301]

_K. John._ The king is moved, and answers not to this.[301][302]

_Const._ O, be removed from him, and answer well![301]

_Aust._ Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.[301]

_Bast._ Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.[301] 220

_K. Phi._ I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.

_Pand._ What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,
If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?

_K. Phi._ Good reverend father, make my person yours,
And tell me how you would bestow yourself. 225
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Married in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows;
The latest breath that save the sound of words 230
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,
And even before this truce, but new before,[303]
No longer than we well could wash our hands
To clap this royal bargain up of peace, 235
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings:
And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, 240
Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm,
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed 245
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true sincerity? O, holy sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so!
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose 250
Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest[304]
To do your pleasure and continue friends.

_Pand._ All form is formless, order orderless.
Save what is opposite to England's love.
Therefore to arms! be champion of our church, 255
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,
A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,
A chafed lion by the mortal paw,[305]
A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, 260
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.

_K. Phi._ I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.

_Pand._ So makest thou faith an enemy to faith;
And like a civil war set'st oath to oath,
Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow 265
First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,
That is, to be the champion of our church.
What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself
And may not be performed by thyself,
For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss 270
Is not amiss when it is truly done,[306]
And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
The truth is then most done not doing it:
The better act of purposes mistook
Is to mistake again; though indirect,[307] 275
Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire
Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.
It is religion that doth make vows kept;
But thou hast sworn against religion, 280
By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,[308]
And makest an oath the surety for thy truth[309]
Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure[309][310][311]
To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;[311][312]
Else what a mockery should it be to swear! 285
But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore thy later vows against thy first[313]
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;
And better conquest never canst thou make 290
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy loose suggestions:[314]
Upon which better part our prayers come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know
The peril of our curses light on thee[315] 295
So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,
But in despair die under their black weight.

_Aust._ Rebellion, flat rebellion!

_Bast._ Will't not be?
Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine?

_Lew._ Father, to arms![316]

_Blanch._ Upon thy wedding-day? 300
Against the blood that thou hast married?
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men?[317]
Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new[318] 305
Is husband in my mouth! even for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.

_Const._ O, upon my knee,[319]
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,[319] 310
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom[319]
Forethought by heaven![319]

_Blanch._ Now shall I see thy love: what motive may
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?

_Const._ That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, 315
His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!

_Lew._ I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on.

_Pand._ I will denounce a curse upon his head.

_K. Phi._ Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from
thee.[320] 320

_Const._ O fair return of banish'd majesty!

_Eli._ O foul revolt of French inconstancy!

_K. John._ France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.

_Bast._ Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,
Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. 325

_Blanch._ The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!
Which is the side that I must go withal?
I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder and dismember me. 330
Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; 335
Assured loss before the match be play'd.

_Lew._ Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.[321]

_Blanch._ There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.

_K. John._ Cousin, go draw our puissance together.

[_Exit Bastard._[322]

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; 340
A rage whose heat hath this condition,
That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,[323]
The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.[324]

_K. Phi._ Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: 345
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.

_K. John._ No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! [_Exeunt._

SCENE II. _The same. Plains near Angiers._[325]

_Alarums, excursions. Enter the_ BASTARD, _with_ AUSTRIA'S _head_.

_Bast._ Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;
Some airy devil hovers in the sky,[326]
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there,
While Philip breathes.

_Enter_ KING JOHN, ARTHUR, _and_ HUBERT.[327]

_K. John._ Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:[328] 5
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

_Bast._ My lord, I rescued her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not:
But on, my liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end. [_Exeunt._[329] 10

SCENE III. _The same._[330]

_Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter_ KING JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR,
_the_ BASTARD, HUBERT, _and_ Lords.

_K. John._ [_To Elinor_] So shall it be; your grace shall stay
behind[331]
So strongly guarded. [_To Arthur_] Cousin, look not sad:[332]
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.

_Arth._ O, this will make my mother die with grief! 5

_K. John._ [_To the Bastard_] Cousin, away for England! haste
before:[333]
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels[334]
Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace[334][335]
Must by the hungry now be fed upon:[336] 10
Use our commission in his utmost force.[337]

_Bast._ Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.[338]
I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray,
If ever I remember to be holy, 15
For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.

_Eli._ Farewell, gentle cousin.

_K. John._ Coz, farewell. [_Exit Bastard._[339]

_Eli._ Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.[340]

_K. John._ Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,[341]
We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh 20
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, 25
But I will fit it with some better time.[342]
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed[343]
To say what good respect I have of thee.

_Hub._ I am much bounden to your majesty.

_K. John._ Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,[344] 30
But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say, but let it go:
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world, 35
Is all too wanton and too full of gawds[345]
To give me audience: if the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,[346]
Sound on into the drowsy race of night;[346][347]
If this same were a churchyard where we stand, 40
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick,[348]
Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,[349]
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes[350] 45
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A passion hateful to my purposes,
Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone, 50
Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,[351]
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well. 55

_Hub._ So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heaven, I would do it.[352]

_K. John._ Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, 60
He is a very serpent in my way;
And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

_Hub._ And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.[353]

_K. John._ Death.[65] 65

_Hub._ My lord?[354]

_K. John._ A grave.

_Hub._ He shall not live.

_K. John._ Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember. Madam, fare you well:[355]
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. 70

_Eli._ My blessing go with thee!

_K. John._ For England, cousin, go:[356]
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you[357]
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho! [_Exeunt._

SCENE IV. _The same. The_ FRENCH KING'S _tent_.

_Enter_ KING PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, _and_ Attendants.[358]

_K. Phi._ So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
A whole armado of convicted sail[359]
Is scattered and disjoin'd from fellowship.[360]

_Pand._ Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.

_K. Phi._ What can go well, when we have run so ill? 5
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?

_Lew._ What he hath won, that hath he fortified: 10
So hot a speed with such advice disposed,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,[361]
Doth want example: who hath read or heard
Of any kindred action like to this?

_K. Phi._ Well could I bear that England had this praise, 15
So we could find some pattern of our shame.

_Enter_ CONSTANCE.

Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;[362]
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,[363]
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.[364]
I prithee, lady, go away with me. 20

_Const._ Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace.

_K. Phi._ Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!

_Const._ No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,[365]
Death, death; O amiable lovely death![365] 25
Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness![366]
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,[367]
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones[368]
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows 30
And ring these fingers with thy household worms
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust
And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest,
And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,[369] 35
O, come to me!

_K. Phil._ O fair affliction, peace!

_Const._ No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world;[370]
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy 40
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,[371]
Which scorns a modern invocation.[371][372]

_Pand._ Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.

_Const._ Thou art not holy to belie me so;[373]
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; 45
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
I am not mad: I would to heaven I were!
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
O, if I could, what grief should I forget! 50
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,[374]
And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal;[374][375]
For being not mad but sensible of grief,[374]
My reasonable part produces reason[374]
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,[374] 55
And teaches me to kill or hang myself:[374]
If I were mad, I should forget my son,[374]
Or madly think a babe of clouts were he:[374]
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity. 60

_K. Phi._ Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note[376]
In the fair multitude of those her hairs![376]
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,[376]
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends[376][377]
Do glue themselves in sociable grief,[376] 65
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,[376][378]
Sticking together in calamity.[376]

_Const._ To England, if you will.[376]

_K. Phi._ Bind up your hairs.[376]

_Const._ Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?[376]
I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud[376] 70
'O that these hands could so redeem my son,[376]
As they have given these hairs their liberty!'[376]
But now I envy at their liberty,[376]
And will again commit them to their bonds,[376]
Because my poor child is a prisoner.[376] 75
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say[379]
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;[380]
For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire, 80
There was not such a gracious creature born.
But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud
And chase the native beauty from his cheek
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit, 85
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him: therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

_Pand._ You hold too heinous a respect of grief. 90

_Const._ He talks to me that never had a son.

_K. Phi._ You are as fond of grief as of your child.

_Const._ Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, 95
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?[381]
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,[382]
I could give better comfort than you do. 100
I will not keep this form upon my head,[383]
When there is such disorder in my wit.
O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [_Exit._[384] 105

_K. Phi._ I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [_Exit._

_Lew._ There's nothing in this world can make me joy:[385]
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste.[386] 110
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.[387]

_Pand._ Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,[388]
On their departure most of all show evil:[388] 115
What have you lost by losing of this day?

_Lew._ All days of glory, joy and happiness.

_Pand._ If you had won it, certainly you had.
No, no; when Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 120
'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost
In this which he accounts so clearly won:
Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?

_Lew._ As heartily as he is glad he hath him.

_Pand._ Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. 125
Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;
For even the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
Out of the path which shall directly lead
Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. 130
John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,[389]
The misplaced John should entertain an hour,[390]
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.[391]
A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand 135
Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd;
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:
That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall;[392]
So be it, for it cannot be but so. 140

_Lew._ But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?

_Pand._ You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,
May then make all the claim that Arthur did.

_Lew._ And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.

_Pand._ How green you are and fresh in this old world! 145
John lays you plots; the times conspire with you;[393]
For he that steeps his safety in true blood
Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.
This act so evilly born shall cool the hearts[394]
Of all his people and freeze up their zeal, 150
That none so small advantage shall step forth[395]
To check his reign, but they will cherish it;[396]
No natural exhalation in the sky,
No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,[397]
No common wind, no customed event, 155
But they will pluck away his natural cause[398]
And call them meteors, prodigies and signs,
Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven,[399]
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

_Lew._ May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, 160
But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

_Pand._ O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,
If that young Arthur be not gone already,
Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts[400]
Of all his people shall revolt from him 165
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change
And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks I see this hurly all on foot:
And, O, what better matter breeds for you[401] 170
Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity: if but a dozen French[402]
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side, 175
Or as a little snow, tumbled about,[403]
Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,[404]
Go with me to the king: 'tis wonderful
What may be wrought out of their discontent,[405]
Now that their souls are topful of offence.[405] 180
For England go: I will whet on the king.

_Lew._ Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go:[406]
If you say ay, the king will not say no. [_Exeunt._

FOOTNOTES:

[248] ACT III. SCENE I.] Pope (ed. 2). Actus Secundus. Ff. ACT II. SCENE I. Rowe. SCENE VII. Pope (ed. 1).

The French....] Theobald.

[249] _I trust_] _I think_ Pope.

[250] _Believe ... man_] Omitted in Pope.

[251] _jest, ... spirits_] Rowe. _jest ... spirits,_ Ff.

[252] _cannot_] _can't_ Pope.

[253] _signs_] _sighs_ Warburton.

[254] _you think_] _you'll think_ Keightley conj.

[255] _marry_] _wed_ Pope.

_Blanch!_] _Blanch?_ Ff.

[256] _England,_] Ff. _England!_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[257] _This ... it_] Put in the margin, as spurious, by Pope.

[258] _madam_] _mother_ Pope.

[259] _and sightless_] _unsightly_ Collier MS.

[260] _She adulterates_] Capell. _Sh' adulterates_ Ff. _Adulterates_ Pope.

[261] _King John_] to _John_ Pope.

[262] _those_] _these_ F₄.

[263] _sorrows_] _sorrow_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[264] _and_] _an 't_ Anon. conj.

_his_] _its_ Boswell. See note (XV).

_owner stoop_] _donor stoop_ Jackson conj. _owners too_ Mitford conj.

_stoop_] F₃ F₄. _stoope_ F₁ F₂. _stout_ Hammer.

_his owner_] _dishonour_ Bullock conj.

[265] _earth_] _earth_ [throwing herself upon it. Capell.

[266] _and sorrows_] F₃ F₄. _and sorrowes_ F₁ F₂. _and sorrow_ Pope. _in sorrow_ Jackson conj.

[267] Seats....] Sits down on the floor. Theobald, om. Ff.

[268] ACTUS TERTIUS, SCÆNA PRIMA Ff. Theobald continues the scene. ACT III. SC. 2. Hanmer. See note (II).

Enter ... Attendants] Malone. Enter King John, France, Dolphin, Blanch, Elianor, Philip, Austria, Constance. Ff.

[269] _holiday_] _holy day_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _Holy-day_ F₄.

[270] _A ... day!_] Omitted by Pope.]

_an holy-day_ Theobald. _a holy day_] F₁ F₂ F₃. _a Holy day_ F₄.

[Rising] Theobald.

[271] _But on this day_] Rowe (ed. 2). _But (on this day)_ Ff. _Except this day_ Pope.

_wreck_] _wrack_ Ff.

[272] _change_] _chang'd_ Pope.

[273] _being_] om. Pope.]

_and tried_] om. Ritson conj.

[274] _mine_] _my_ F₄.

[275] _cold_] _cool'd_ Hanmer. _clad_ Capell. _coil'd_ Staunton conj.

_painted_] _faint in_ Collier MS. _pacted_ Bubier conj.

[276] _hath_] _had_ F₂.

[277] _you_] _ye_ Pope.

[278] _cries;_] Capell. _cries,_ Ff.

_heavens_] _heav'n_ Pope.

[279] _day_] Theobald. _daies_ F₁. _dayes_ F₂. _days_ F₃ F₄.

[280] _and stamp_] _to stamp_ F₄.

[281] _calf's-skin_] Capell. _Calves skin_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _Calves-skin_ F₄.

[282] _should_] _would_ Pope.

[283] _calf's-skin_] Capell. _Calves-skin_ F₁ F₃ F₄. _Calves skin_ F₂.

[284] Twelve lines from (Q) inserted by Pope. See note (XVI).

[285] SCENE II. Pope. SCENE III. Hanmer.

[286] _archbishop_] F₃ F₄. _arshbishop_ F₁ F₂.

[287] _see_] F₄. _sea_ F₁ F₂ F₃.

[288] _earthy_] _earthly_ Pope.

[289] _task_] Theobald. _tast_ F₁ F₂. _taste_ F₃ F₄. _tax_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[290] _pope_] _pope's_ Keightley conj.

[291] _heaven_] _God_ Collier conj.

[292] _Him_] _it_ Rowe (ed. 2). _heaven_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[293] _Canonized and worshipp'd_] _Worshipp'd and canonized_ Seymour conj.

[294] _room_] F₃ F₄. _roome_ F₁ F₂. _leave_ Pope.

[295] _too: when ... right,_] _too: when ... right,_ Rowe (ed. 2). _too, when ... right._ Ff.

[296] _that, devil_] Pope. _that devil_ Ff.

[297] _calf's-skin_] Capell. _Calves-skin_ Ff.

[298] _That's_] _That s_ F₁. _That is_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[299] _O Lewis_] _Lewis_ Pope.

[300] _new untrimmed_] Ff. _new and trimmed_ Theobald, _new untamed_ or _new betrimmed_. Id. conj. _new-uptrimmed_ Dyce. _new entrimmed_ Richardson conj.

[301] _The lady ... lout._] Put in the margin, as spurious, by Pope.

[302] _king_] F₁ F₄. _kind_] F₂ F₃.

[303] _but new before,_] _but new--before--_ Seymour conj.

[304] _and then_] _and_ Pope.

[305] _chased_] Theobald. _cased_ Ff. _chased_ Pope. _uncas'd_ Becket conj. _caged_ Collier (Mitford conj.). _raged_ Keightley conj. See note (XVII).

[306] _Is not_] Ff. _Is most_ Hanmer. _Is yet_ Warburton. _Is't not_ Johnson. _Is but_ Collier (Collier MS.). _Is done_ Spedding conj.

[307] _again;_] Theobald. _again_ Ff.

[308] _By what_] _By that_ Hanmer. _By which_ Capell (Johnson conj.).

[309] _truth Against an oath: the truth_] _truth, Against an oath. The truth_ Johnson (Heath conj.). _truth, Against an oath the truth,_ F₁ F₂. _truth: Against an oath the truth,_ F₃ F₄. _truth, Against an oath the truth;_ Rowe (ed. 2). _truth, Against an oath the truth_ Pope. _truth Against an oath that truth_ Hanmer.

[310] _the truth_] _the proof_ Staunton. See note (XVIII).

[311] _unsure To swear,_] _untrue To swear:_ Hanmer. _unsure--Toswear,_ Warburton. _unsure. Who swears,_ Capell.

[312] _swears_] _sweares_ F₁ F₂. _swears,_ F₃ F₄. _swear_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[313] _later_] F₁ F₂. _latter_ F₃ F₄.

[314] _giddy loose_] _giddy-loose_ S. Walker conj.

[315] _thee_] _thee;_ Capell.

[316] Lew.] Daul. Ff.

[317] _slaughtered_] Ff. _slaughter'd_ Rowe.

[318] _ay, alack_] _ah! alack_ Warburton.

[319] _O, upon ... heaven_] Arranged as in Pope. As three lines in Ff, ending _kneeling ... Daulphin ... heaven_.

[320] _I will_] _I'll_ Pope.

[321] _with me,_] _with me;_ Capell. _lies_] _lives_ Capell.

[322] [Exit Bastard.] Pope.

[323] _allay_] _allay't_ Capell conj.

[324] _The blood_] _The best_ S. Walker conj.

[325] SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope. SCENE IV. Hanmer.

The same. Plains....] Malone. A field of battle. Pope.

[326] _airy_] _fiery_ Theobald (Warburton).

[327] _While Philip breathes_] Omitted by Pope. See note (XIX).

[Alarums. Capell.

[328] _Hubert_] _There, Hubert_ Pope.

_keep_] _keep thou_ Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.).

_Philip_] _Richard_ Theobald. _cousin_ Hanmer.

[329] _an happy_] _a happy_ Capell.

[Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

[330] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. SCENE V. Hanmer. Scene continued in Ff.

[331] [To Elinor,] Hanmer.

[332] [To Arthur] Pope.

[333] [To the Bastard] Pope.

[334] _imprisoned angels Set_] Ff. _their imprison 'd angels Set_ Pope. _their imprisoned angels Set thou_ Theobald. _angels imprisoned Set thou_ Reed (1813). _set at liberty Imprison'd angels_ Grant White (S. Walker conj.).

[335] _Set_] _Set all_ Anon. conj.

[336] _hungry ... upon_] _hungry soldiers now be fed on_ Malone conj. (withdrawn).

_now_] _war_ Theobald (Warburton). _maw_ Hanmer.

[337] _his_] _its_ Rowe.

[338] _becks_] _beck_ Theobald.

[339] _gentle_] _my gentle_ Pope.

[Exit....] Pope.

[340] [Taking him to one side of the stage. Pope.

[341] [To Hubert on the other side. Pope.

[342] _time_] Pope. _tune_ Ff.

[343] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[344] _so yet,_] Ff. _so--yet--_ Pope.

[345] _all too_] _allto_ Seymour conj.

_gawds_] _gawdes_ F₁. _gawdes._ F₂ F₃. _gawds,_ F₄.

[346] _Did ... Sound on into_] _Had ... sounden unto_ Rann conj.

[347] _Sound on_] Ff. _Sound one_ Theobald. _Sound: On!_ Delius conj.

_into_] Ff. _unto_ Theobald.

_race_] Ff. _reign_ Seymour conj. _ear_ Dyce and Staunton (S. Walker conj.). _car_ Staunton conj. (withdrawn).

[348] _heavy-thick_] Pope. _heavy, thick_ Ff.

[349] _tickling_] _trickling_ Grey conj. _tingling_ Collier MS.

[350] _keep_] _steep_ Long MS. _peep_ Mason conj.

[351] _brooded_] Ff. _broad-ey'd_ Pope. _broad and_ Mitford conj. _the broad_ Collier MS. _broody_ Anon. MS. conj. (ap. Halliwell).

_brooded watchful_] _brooded-watchful_ Delius (Mason conj.).

[352] _I would do it_] _I'd do_ Pope. _I'd do't_ Theobald.

[353] _That he ... Death_] As one line, S. Walker conj.

[354] _My lord?_] _My lord._ Ff.

[355] [Returning to the Queen. Pope.

[356] _go_] om. Steevens.

[357] _attend_] F₁ F₂. _to attend_ F₃ F₄. _t'attend_ Pope.

[358] SCENE IV.] Capell. Scæna Tertia. Ff. SCENE V. Pope. SCENE VI. Hanmer.

The same. The French King's tent.] Malone. The French Court. Theobald. The French Camp. Capell.

Pandulph,] Pandulpho, F₁. Pandupho, F₂ F₃ F₄.

[359] _convicted_] _collected_ Pope. _convented_ Singer (Mason conj.). _connected_ Delius (Malone conj.). _convected_ Dyce conj. _consorted_ Keightley conj. _combined_ Spedding conj.

[360]. _scattered_] Ff. _scatter'd_ Rowe.

[361] _cause_] _course_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

[362] _here!_] Capell. _heere?_ F₁. _here?_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[363] _against_] _'gainst_ Pope.

[364] _breath_] _earth_ Farmer conj.

[365] _redress, Death, death:_] Theobald. _redress: Death, death,_ Ff. _redress, Death; death,_ Pope.

[366] _Thou ... rottenness_] Omitted by Pope.

[367] _forth from_] _from forth_ Collier MS.

_the couch_] _thy couch_ Pope.

[368] _detestable bones_] _bones detestable_ Hanmer.

[369] _buss_] _kiss_ Pope.

_Misery's love_] _thou love of misery_ Pope.

[370] _a passion_] _what passion_ Collier MS.

_would I_] F₁. _I would_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[371] See note (XX).

[372] _Which scorns_] _And scorns_ Pope.

_modern_] _modest_ Rowe (ed. 2). _mother's_ Knight (Heath conj.). _widow's_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[373] _not holy_] F₄. _holy_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _unholy_ Delius and Staunton (Steevens conj.).

[374] _Preach ... were he_] Put in the margin, as spurious, by Pope.

[375] _thou ... cardinal_] _cardinal, thou shalt be canonized_ Seymour conj.

[376] _Bind ... prisoner_] Put in the margin, as spurious, by Pope.

[377] _friends_] Rowe (ed. 2). _fiends_ Ff.

[378] _loves_] _lovers_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[379] _And_] _Oh_ Pope. _Ah!_ Anon. conj.

[380] _true_] om. Pope.

_I shall_] _I'll_ Seymour conj.

[381] _Then, ... grief?_] F₁ F₂ F₃. Then ... grief? F₄. _Then ... grief._ Rowe.

[382] _had you_] _had you had_ Anon. conj.

[383] [Tearing off her head-cloaths. Pope. Looses her hair again. Dent MS. Tearing her hair. Collier MS.]

[384] [Exit.] Exit wildly. Capell.

[385] SCENE VI. Pope. SCENE VII. Hammer.

[386] _And_] _A_ Rowe (ed. 2). _world's taste_] Pope. _words taste_ Ff. _word, state_] Jackson conj. _the ... world's_] _that ... word's_ Delias conj.

[387] _shame_] _gall_ S. Walker conj.

[388] _leave, On ... departure_] Capell. _leave On ... departure,_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _leave. On ... departure._ F₄.

[389] _whiles_] _whilst_ Rowe.

[390] _an hour_] _one hour_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[391] _One minute_] _A minute_ Rowe.

[392] _stand, then_] _stand then,_ Hanmer.

[393] _you plots_] _your plots_ Malone conj.

[394] _born_] F₃ F₄. _borne_ F₁ F₂.

[395] _none_] _no_ Pope.

[396] _reign_] F₄. _reigne_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _rein_ Capell conj.

[397] _scope_] _scape_ Pope. _shape_ Hanmer. See note (XXI).

[398] _his_] _its_ Pope.

[399] _presages and_] _and presages_ Pope.

[400] _that_] _this_ F₄.

[401] _O,_] _lo!_ Mason conj.

[402] _a dozen_] _twelve_ Pope.

[403] _Or_] _Ev'n_ Hanmer.

[404] _O_] om. Pope.

[405] _discontent, Now ... offence._] _discontent, Now ... offence,_ Ff. _discontent. Now ... offence,_ Rowe. _discontent: Now ... offence._ Knight.

[406] _reasons make_] Capell. _reasons makes_ Ff. _reason makes_ Rowe.

_strong actions_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _strange actions_ F₁.