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Автор: Sidney Lee
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thine honour, Louis, thine honour!

       LOUIS.

       I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,

       When such profound respects do pull you on.

       PANDULPH.

       I will denounce a curse upon his head.

       KING PHILIP.

       Thou shalt not need.—England, I will fall from thee.

       CONSTANCE.

       O fair return of banish’d majesty!

       ELINOR.

       O foul revolt of French inconstancy!

       KING JOHN.

       France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.

       BASTARD.

       Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,

       Is it as he will? well, then, France shall rue.

       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.

       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;

       Assured loss before the match be play’d.

       LOUIS.

       Lady, with me: with me thy fortune lies.

       BLANCH.

       There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.

       KING JOHN.

       Cousin, go draw our puissance together.—

       [Exit BASTARD.]

       France, I am burn’d up with inflaming wrath;

       A rage whose heat hath this condition,

       That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,—

       The blood, and dearest-valu’d 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.

       KING JOHN.

       No more than he that threats.—To arms let’s hie!

       [Exeunt severally.]

      SCENE 2. The same. Plains near Angiers

       [Alarums. Excursions. Enter the BASTARD with AUSTRIA’S head.]

       BASTARD.

       Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;

       Some airy devil hovers in the sky

       And pours down mischief.—Austria’s head lie there,

       While Philip breathes.

       [Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT.]

       KING JOHN.

       Hubert, keep this boy.—Philip, make up:

       My mother is assailed in our tent,

       And ta’en, I fear.

       BASTARD.

       My lord, I rescu’d 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.]

      SCENE 3. The same.

       [Alarums, Excursions, Retreat. Enter KING JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT, and LORDS.]

       KING JOHN.

       [To ELINOR] So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind,

       So strongly guarded.—

       [To ARTHUR] 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!

       KING JOHN.

       Cousin [To the BASTARD], away for England; haste before:

       And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags

       Of hoarding abbots; imprison’d angels

       Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace

       Must by the hungry now be fed upon:

       Use our commission in his utmost force.

       BASTARD.

       Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,

       When gold and silver becks 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.

       ELINOR.

       Farewell, gentle cousin.

       KING JOHN.

       Coz, farewell.

       [Exit BASTARD.]

       ELINOR.

       Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.

       [She takes Arthur 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 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,—

       But I will fit it with some better time.

       By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham’d

       To say what good respect I have of thee.

       HUBERT.

       I am much bounden 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 gawds

       To give me audience:—if the midnight bell

       Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,

       Sound on into the drowsy race of night;

       If this same were a churchyard where we stand,

       And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;

       Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

       Had bak’d thy blood and made it heavy-thick,

       Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,

       Making that idiot, laughter, keep men’s eyes,