By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours: Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman ? Sal. Thou art a murderer. Hub. Do not prove me so ; Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Bast. Keep the peace, I say. ! Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. Who kill'd this prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Beyond the infinite and boundless reach [6] Honest defence; defence in a good cause. JOHNSON. [7] Do not make me a murderer, by compelling me to kill you; I am hitherte not a murderer. JOHNSON, Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Hub. Do but hear me, sir. Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.® Bast. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyself, And it shall be as all the ocean, Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.— [8] I remember once to have met with a book, printed in the time of Henry VIII. (which Shakespeare possibly might have seen,) where we are told that the defor mity of the condemned in the other world, is exactly proportioned to the degrees of their guilt The author of it observes how difficult it would be, on this account, to distinguish between Belzebub and Judas Iscariot. STEEVENS. [9] Scamble and scramble have the same meaning. STEEVENS. [1] That is, the interest which is not at this moment legally possessed by any one. however rightfully entitled to it. On the death of Arthur, the right to the Fuglish crown devolved to his sister, Eleanor. MALONE. Now powers [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-The same. 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. Pand. Take again [Giving JOHN the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your sovereign greatness and authority. K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the 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, Rests by you only to be qualified. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, That present medicine must be minister'd, Or overthrow incurable ensues. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : But, since you are a gentle convertite,3 Wrested pomp, is greatness obtained by violence. JOHNSON. Upon your oath of service to the pope, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit K. 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: Enter the Bastard. Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: To offer service to your enemy; And wild amazement hurries up and down K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets ; An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. : Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; And fright him there? and make him tremble there? To meet displeasure further from the doors; K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with me, [4] To furage is here used in its original sense, for to range abroad. JOHNSON And I have made a happy peace with him; Bast. O inglorious league! Shall we, upon the footing of our land, To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy, 5 Mocking the air with colours idly spread, They saw we had a purpose of defence. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present time. Bast. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. SCENE II. [Exeunt. A Plain near St. Edmund's-Bury. Enter, in arms, Lewis, Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith, To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, [5] He has the same image in Macbeth: "Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, And fan our people cold." JOHNSON. [6] i. e. the rough draught of the original treaty between the Dauphin and the English lorths. STEEVENS. |