King John & Henry VIII (18 page)

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Authors: William Shakespeare

LEWIS
    A noble
temper
40
dost thou show in this,

    And great
affections
41
wrestling in thy bosom

    Doth make an
earthquake
42
of nobility.

    O, what a noble combat hast thou fought

    Between
compulsion
and a
brave respect
44
:

    Let me wipe off this honourable
dew
45
,

    That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:

    My heart hath melted at a lady’s tears,

    Being an
ordinary
48
inundation:

    But this effusion of such manly drops,

    This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,

    Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed

    Than had I seen the
vaulty
52
top of heaven

    
Figured
53
quite o’er with burning meteors.

    Lift up thy brow, renownèd Salisbury,

    And with a great heart
heave
55
away this storm:

    
Commend
these waters to
those baby eyes
56

    That never saw the giant world enraged,

    Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,

    Full warm of
blood
59
, of mirth, of gossiping:

    Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep

    Into the purse of rich prosperity

    As Lewis himself: so,
nobles
62
, shall you all,

    That
knit
your
sinews
63
to the strength of mine.

    And
even there methinks an
angel
64
spake.

Enter Cardinal Pandulph

    Look where the holy legate comes
apace
65
,

    To give us warrant from the hand of heaven

    And on our actions set the name of right

    With holy breath.

CARDINAL PANDULPH
    Hail, noble Prince of France!

    The next is this: King John hath reconciled

    Himself to Rome: his spirit is
come in
71

    That so stood out against the Holy Church,

    The great metropolis and
see
73
of Rome.

    Therefore thy threat’ning colours now
wind up
74
,

    And tame the savage spirit of wild war,

    That like a lion
fostered up at hand
76
,

    It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

    And be no further harmful than in
show
78
.

LEWIS
    Your grace shall pardon me, I will not
back
79
:

    I am too high-born to be
propertied
80
,

    To be a
secondary at control
81
,

    Or useful serving-man and instrument

    To any sovereign state throughout the world.

    
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars

    Between this chastised kingdom and myself,

    And brought in matter that should feed this fire;

    And now ’tis far too huge to be blown out

    With that same weak wind which enkindled it:

    You taught me how to know the face of
right
89
,

    
Acquainted me with
interest
90
to this land,

    Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart;

    And come ye now to tell me John hath made

    His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?

    I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

    After young Arthur, claim this land for mine:

    And, now it is half-conquered, must I back

    Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?

    Am I Rome’s slave? What
penny hath Rome borne
98
,

    What men provided, what munition sent,

    To
underprop
100
this action? Is’t not I

    That undergo this
charge
101
? Who else but I,

    And such as to my claim are
liable
102
,

    Sweat in this business and maintain this war?

    Have I not heard these islanders shout out

    

Vive le roi

as I have
banked
105
their towns?

    Have I not here the best cards for the game

    To win this easy
match
played for a
crown
107
?

    And shall I now give o’er the yielded
set
108
?

    No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said.

CARDINAL PANDULPH
    You look but on the outside of this work.

LEWIS
    Outside or inside, I will not return

    Till my attempt so much be glorified

    
As to my
ample
113
hope was promisèd

    Before I
drew
this gallant
head
114
of war,

    And
culled
115
these fiery spirits from the world

    To
outlook
116
conquest and to win renown

    Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

Trumpet sounds

    What
lusty
118
trumpet thus doth summon us?

Enter
[
the
]
Bastard

BASTARD
    
According to
119
the fair play of the world,

    Let me
have audience
120
: I am sent to speak.

    My holy lord of Milan, from the king

    I come to learn how you have
dealt for him
122
:

    And, as you answer, I do know the
scope
123

    And
warrant
limited
124
unto my tongue.

CARDINAL PANDULPH
    The dauphin is too
wilful-opposite
125
,

    And will not
temporize
126
with my entreaties:

    He flatly says he’ll not lay down his arms.

BASTARD
    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
131
too he should:

    This
apish
and
unmannerly
132
approach,

    This
harnessed
masque
and
unadvisèd
133
revel,

    This
unheard
134
sauciness and boyish troops,

    The king doth smile at, and is well prepared

    To
whip
this dwarfish war, these
pigmy
136
arms,

    From out the circle of his territories.

    That hand which had the strength, even at your door,

    To cudgel you and make you
take the hatch
139
,

    
To dive like buckets in concealèd wells,

    To crouch in
litter
of your stable
planks
141
,

    To lie like
pawns
142
locked up in chests and trunks,

    To
hug
143
with swine, to seek sweet safety out

    In
vaults
and prisons, and to
thrill
144
and shake

    Even at the crying of your nation’s
crow
145
,

    Thinking this voice an armèd Englishman:

    Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,

    That in your chambers gave you chastisement?

    No: know the gallant monarch is in arms

    And like an eagle o’er his
eyrie
150
towers,

    To
souse
151
annoyance that comes near his nest:

    And you degenerate, you ingrate
revolts
152
,

    You bloody
Neroes
153
, ripping up the womb

    Of your dear mother England, blush for shame:

    For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids

    Like
Amazons
come
tripping
156
after drums:

    Their thimbles into armèd
gauntlets
157
change,

    Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts

    To fierce and bloody inclination.

LEWIS
    There end thy
brave
, and
turn thy face
160
in peace:

    We grant thou canst
outscold
161
us: fare thee well:

    We hold our time too precious to be spent

    With such a
brabbler
163
.

CARDINAL PANDULPH
    Give me leave to speak.

BASTARD
    No, I will speak.

LEWIS
    We will
attend
166
to neither.

    Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war

    Plead for our interest and our being here.

BASTARD
    Indeed your drums, being beaten, will cry out;

    And so shall you, being beaten: do but start

    An echo with the clamour of thy drum,

    And even at hand a drum is
ready braced
172

    That shall reverberate all as loud as thine.

    Sound but another, and another shall

    As loud as thine rattle the
welkin’s
175
ear

    And mock the deep-mouthed thunder: for at hand —

    Not trusting to this
halting
177
legate here,

    Whom he hath used rather for
sport
178
than need —

    Is warlike John: and in his
forehead
179
sits

    A
bare-ribbed
Death, whose
office
180
is this day

    To feast upon whole thousands of the French.

LEWIS
    Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.

BASTARD
    And thou shalt
find
183
it, dauphin, do not doubt.

Exeunt
[
at different doors
]

Act 5 Scene 3

running scene 11

Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert
[
at different doors
]

KING JOHN
    How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.

HUBERT
    Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

KING JOHN
    This fever that hath troubled me so long

    Lies heavy on me: O, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER
    My lord, your valiant kinsman Falconbridge

    Desires your majesty to leave the field

    And send him word by me which way you go.

KING JOHN
    Tell him toward
Swinstead
8
, to the abbey there.

MESSENGER
    Be of good comfort, for the great
supply
9

    That was expected by the dauphin here

    
Are wrecked three nights ago on
Goodwin Sands
11
.

    This news was brought to
Richard
12
but even now:

    The French fight
coldly
and
retire themselves
13
.

KING JOHN
    Ay me, this tyrant fever burns me up,

    And will not let me welcome this good news.

    Set on toward Swinstead: to my
litter
16
straight;

    Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.

Exeunt

Act 5 Scene 4

running scene 11 continues

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot

SALISBURY
    I did not think the king so
stored
1
with friends.

PEMBROKE
    
Up once again
2
: put spirit in the French:

    If they
miscarry
3
, we miscarry too.

SALISBURY
    That
misbegotten
4
devil Falconbridge

    
In spite of spite
5
, alone upholds the day.

PEMBROKE
    They say King John,
sore
6
sick, hath left the field.

Enter Melun, wounded

MELUN
    Lead me to the
revolts
7
of England here.

SALISBURY
    When we were happy we had other names.

PEMBROKE
    It is the count Melun.

SALISBURY
    Wounded to death.

MELUN
    
Fly
, noble English, you are
bought and sold
11
:

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