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BIGOT.

       What wilt thou do, renowned Falconbridge?

       Second a villain and a murderer?

       HUBERT.

       Lord Bigot, I am none.

       BIGOT.

       Who kill’d this prince?

       HUBERT.

       ‘Tis not an hour since I left him well:

       I honour’d him, I lov’d him, and will weep

       My date of life out for his sweet life’s loss.

       SALISBURY.

       Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,

       For villainy is not without such rheum;

       And he, long traded in it, makes it seem

       Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

       Away with me, all you whose souls abhor

       Th’ uncleanly savours of a slaughterhouse;

       For I am stifled with this smell of sin.

       BIGOT.

       Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!

       PEMBROKE.

       There tell the king he may inquire us out.

       [Exeunt LORDS.]

       BASTARD.

       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.

       HUBERT.

       Do but hear me, sir.

       BASTARD.

       Ha! I’ll tell thee what;

       Thou’rt damn’d as black—nay, nothing is so black;

       Thou art more deep damn’d than Prince Lucifer:

       There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell

       As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.

       HUBERT.

       Upon my soul,—

       BASTARD.

       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 wouldst thou drown thyself,

       Put but a little water in a spoon

       And it shall be as all the ocean,

       Enough to stifle such a villain up.

       I do suspect thee very grievously.

       HUBERT.

       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 pains enough to torture me!

       I left him well.

       BASTARD.

       Go, bear him in thine arms.—

       I am amaz’d, methinks, and lose my way

       Among the thorns and dangers of this world.—

       How easy dost thou take all England up!

       From forth this morsel of dead royalty,

       The life, the right, and truth of all this realm

       Is fled to heaven; and England now is left

       To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth

       The unow’d interest of proud-swelling state.

       Now for the bare-pick’d bone of majesty

       Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,

       And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:

       Now powers from home and discontents at home

       Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits,

       As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,

       The imminent decay of wrested pomp.

       Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can

       Hold out this tempest.—Bear away that child,

       And follow me with speed: I’ll to the king;

       A thousand businesses are brief in hand,

       And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.

       [Exeunt.]

       ACT V.

       SCENE 1. Northampton. A Room in the Palace.

       [Enter KING JOHN, PANDULPH with the crown, and Attendants.]

       KING JOHN.

       Thus have I yielded up into your hand

       The circle of my glory.

       PANDULPH.

       [Give KING JOHN the crown.]

       Take again

       From this my hand, as holding of the pope,

       Your sovereign greatness and authority.

       KING JOHN.

       Now keep your holy word: go meet the French;

       And from his holiness use all your power

       To stop their marches ‘fore we are inflam’d.

       Our discontented counties do revolt;

       Our people quarrel with obedience;

       Swearing allegiance and the love of soul

       To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.

       This inundation of mistemper’d humour

       Rests by you only to be qualified.

       Then pause not; for the present time’s so sick

       That present medicine must be ministr’d

       Or overthrow incurable ensues.

       PANDULPH.

       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

       And make fair weather in your blustering land.

       On this Ascension-day, remember well,

       Upon your oath of service to the pope,

       Go I to make the French lay down their arms.

       [Exit.]

       KING JOHN.

       Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet

       Say that before Ascension-day at noon

       My crown I should give off? Even so I have:

       I did suppose it should be on constraint;

       But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary.

       [Enter the BASTARD.]

       BASTARD.

       All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out

       But Dover Castle: London hath receiv’d,

       Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers:

       Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone

       To offer service to your enemy;

       And wild amazement hurries up and down

       The little