Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. Faul. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, That you shall think the devil is come from hell. Hub. Lord Salisbury, I am none. Hub. (L. C.) 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor [Exit SALISBURY, R Ess. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! [Exit ESSEX, R. Pem. There, tell the King, he may inquire us out. [Exit PEMBROke, R. Faul. (c.) Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. Hub. (L. c.) Do but hear me, sir: Upon my soul Faul. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on: or would'st thou drown thy self, Put but a little water in a spoon, I do suspect thee very grievously. Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath, Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Let hell want pangs enough to torture me! Faul. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amazed, methinks; and lose my way [Exeunt, FAULCONBRIDGE, L. HUBERT remains bending over the dead body of ARTHUR-Curtain slowly descends. END OF ACT IV. ACT V. SCENE I.-England.-The Palace.-Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. KING JOHN kneeling before PANDULPH, PANDULPH seated, in his hands a Cushion with the Crown on it, his Attendants, English Gentlemen, and HERALD, discovered. K. John. (c.) Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pan. Take again, [Gives KING JOHN the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your sovereign greatness and authority. K. John. Now keep your holy word; [Gives the Crown to the English Herald] go meet the French; E 1 And from his holiness use all your power Pan. [Leaving his chair.] 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, [Exit PANDULPH, with his Attendants, R. Enter FAULCONBRIDGE, L. Faul (L.) All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover Castle: London hath received, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: To offer service to your enemy; And wild amazement hurries up and down K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive? Faul. (L. c.) They found him dead, and cast into the streets, An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some danin'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. K. John. The Legate of the Pope hath been with me, And I have made a happy peace with him; And he hath promised to dismiss the powers Faul. O, inglorious league! Shall we, upon the footing of our land, To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, SCENE II.-England.-The Dauphin's Camp at St. Edmund's Bury. Enter LEWIS, CHATILLON, a Parchment in his Hand, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, ESSEX, FRENCH HERALD, and GUARDS, L. Lew. (c.) Let this be copied out, Chatillon, Sal. (L.) Upon our sides it never shall be broken. Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH, attended, L. Himself to Rome; (L. c.) his spirit is come in, Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back : I am too high-born to be property'd: Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? No, on my soul, it never shall be said. [Trumpet sounds, L. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Enter FAULCONBRIDGE and English Gentlemen, L. Faul. (L.) According to the fair-play of the world, Let me have audience: I am sent to speak : My holy lord of Milan, from the king I come, to learn how you have dealt for him: Pan. (R. c.) The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. Faul. (L. c.) By all the blood that ever fury breathed, The youth says well :-Now hear our English king:For thus his royalty doth speak in me ; He is prepared, and reason too he should, To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, |