Thou shalt stand curs'd and excommunicate: And meritorious shall that hand be call'd, Const. O, lawful let it be That I have room with Rome to curse awhile! To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; And raise the power of France upon his head, Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. Faul. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs. Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs. K. John, Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal? K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person yours, And tell me how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, My reverend father, let it not be so! Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Than keep in "eace that hand which thou dost hold. K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. O, let thy vow First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,- The peril of our curses light on thee, So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, Faul. Will't not be? Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine? Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? Against the blood that thou hast married? O husband, hear me! even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Against mine uncle. Const. O, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Blanch. Now shall I see thy love: what motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? Const. That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, When such profound respects do pull you on. K. Phi. Thou shalt not need.-England, I'll fall from thee. Eli. O, foul revolt of French inconstancy! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour. Cousin, go draw our puissance together. [Exit FAULCONBRIDGE. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than he that threats.-To arms let's hie! [Exeunt. SCENE II.-France. Plains near Angiers. Alarums; Excursions. Enter FAULCONBRIDGE with AUSTRIA's head. Faul. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; And pours down mischief. Austria's head, lie there, Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy.—Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. Alarums; Excursions; Retreat. Enter KING JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, FAULCONBRIDGE, HUBERT, and Lords. K. John. [To ELINOR.] So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, So strongly guarded.-[To ARTHUR.] Cousin, look not sad: As dear be to thee as thy father was. Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief! K. John. [To FAUL.] Cousin, away for England; haste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon : Use our commission in its utmost force. Faul. 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. Coz, farewell. [Exit FAULCONBRIDGE. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [She takes ARTHUR aside. K. 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, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to-say so yet: But tho shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it ushall 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, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, K. John. Do not I know thou would'st? And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me:-dost thou understand me? Hub. And I'll keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty. K. John. Death. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. K. John. For England, cousin, go: [Exeunt. Hubert shall be your man, attend on you SCENE IV.—France. The French King's Tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: Doth want example: who hath read, or heard, Of any kindred action like to this? K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; Holding th' eternal spirit, against her will, Enter CONSTANCE. I pr'ythee, lady, go away with me. Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death :--O, amiable lovely death! And I will kiss thy détestable bones: Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, |