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Authors: William Shakespeare
He may help her rise
LEWIS
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
BLANCHE
There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
KING JOHN
Cousin
, go draw our
puissance
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together.
[
Exit the Bastard
]
France, I am burned up with inflaming wrath,
A rage whose heat hath this
condition
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:
That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
The blood, and
dearest-valued
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blood, of France.
KING PHILIP
Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
Exeunt
running scene 4
Alarums
,
excursions
.
Enter
[
the
]
Bastard, with Austria’s head
BASTARD
Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot:
Some
airy devil
2
hovers in the sky
And pours down mischief. Austria’s head lie there,
He puts down Austria’s head
Enter
[
King
]
John, Arthur
[
and
]
Hubert
BASTARD
My lord, I rescued her:
Her highness is in safety, fear you not:
But on, my
liege
, for very little
pains
10
Will bring this labour to an
happy end
11
.
Exeunt
Alarums, excursions,
retreat
. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Arthur
, [
the
]
Bastard, Hubert
, [
and
]
Lords
To Queen Elinor
KING JOHN
So shall it be: your grace shall
stay behind
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To Arthur
So strongly guarded:— Cousin, look not sad:
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.
ARTHUR
O, this will make my mother die with grief.
To Bastard
KING JOHN
Cousin, away for England!
Haste before
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,
And ere our coming see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots: imprisoned
angels
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Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now be fed upon:
Use our
commission
in
his
22
utmost force.
BASTARD
Bell, book and candle
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shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver
becks
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me to come on.
I leave your highness:— grandam, I will pray,
If ever I remember to be holy,
For your fair safety: so I kiss your hand.
[
Exit the Bastard
]
To Arthur
QUEEN ELINOR
Come hither, little kinsman: hark, a word.
He takes Hubert aside
KING JOHN
Come hither, Hubert.
O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much: within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor
And with
advantage
means to
pay
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thy love:
And, my good friend, thy
voluntary
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oath
Lives in this
bosom
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, dearly cherishèd.
Give me thy hand: I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better
tune
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.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed
To say what good
respect
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I have of thee.
HUBERT
I am much
bounden
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to your majesty.
KING JOHN
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,
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,
Is all too
wanton
and too full of
gauds
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To
give me audience
: if the
midnight bell
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Did with his iron tongue and
brazen
50
mouth
Sound on
into the drowsy
race
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of night:
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou possessèd with a thousand wrongs:
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had baked thy blood and made it heavy, thick,
Which
else
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runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that
idiot
, laughter,
keep
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men’s eyes
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A
passion
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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
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alone,
Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words:
Then, in
despite
of broad-eyed
watchful
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day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
But, ah, I will not: yet I love thee well,
And by my
troth
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, I think thou lov’st me well.
HUBERT
So well, that
what
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you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were
adjunct to
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my act,
By heaven, I would do it.
KING JOHN
Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On
yon
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young boy: I’ll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way,
And whereso’er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.
HUBERT
And I’ll keep him
so
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,
That he shall not offend your majesty.
KING JOHN
Death.
HUBERT
My lord?
KING JOHN
A grave.
HUBERT
He shall not live.
KING 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:
I’ll send those
powers
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o’er to your majesty.
ELINOR
My blessing go with thee.
KING JOHN
For England,
cousin
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, go.
Hubert shall be your
man
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, attend on you
With all true duty.— On toward Calais, ho!
Exeunt
[
Queen Elinor at one door, the rest at another
]
running scene 5
Enter King Philip, Lewis, Cardinal Pandulph
[
and
]
Attendants
KING PHILIP
So by a roaring tempest on the
flood
1
,
A whole
armado
of
convicted
2
sail
Is scattered and disjoined from
fellowship
3
.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
Courage and comfort: all shall yet go well.
KING PHILIP
What can go well when we have
run
5
so ill?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta’en prisoner?
Divers
7
dear friends slain?
And
bloody
England
8
into England gone,
O’erbearing
interruption
,
spite
9
of France?
LEWIS
What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
So
hot
a speed with such
advice
disposed
11
,
Such
temperate
12
order in so fierce a cause,
Doth
want example
13
: who hath read or heard
KING PHILIP
Well could I bear that England had this praise,
Enter Constance
Distracted, with her hair down
Look, who comes here! A
grave
17
unto a soul:
Holding th’eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath:
I prithee, lady, go away with me.
CONSTANCE
Lo, now: now see the
issue
of your
peace
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.
KING PHILIP
Patience, good lady: comfort, gentle Constance.
But
24
that which ends all counsel, true redress:
Death, death, O
amiable
25
, lovely death:
Thou
odoriferous
stench:
sound
26
rottenness:
Arise forth from the couch of
lasting
27
night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones,
And put my eyeballs in thy
vaulty
30
brows,
And ring these fingers with thy household worms,
And stop this
gap of breath
with
fulsome
32
dust,
And be a
carrion
33
monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil’st
And
buss
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thee as thy wife: misery’s love,
O, come to me!
KING PHILIP
O fair
affliction
37
, peace!
CONSTANCE
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,
And rouse from sleep that
fell
anatomy
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Which cannot hear a lady’s feeble voice,
Which scorns a
modern
invocation
43
.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
CONSTANCE
Thou art not holy to
belie
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me so:
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine:
My name is Constance: I was Geoffrey’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
50
I should forget myself:
O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal:
For, being not mad, but
sensible of
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grief,
My
reasonable part
55
produces reason
How I may be
delivered of
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these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself:
If I were mad, I should forget my son,
Or madly think a
babe of
clouts
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were he:
I am not mad: too well, too well I feel