Array ( [TITLE] => The Life and Death of King John [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => KING JOHN [1] => PRINCE HENRY, son to the king. [2] => ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, nephew to the king. [3] => The Earl of PEMBROKE [4] => The Earl of ESSEX [5] => The Earl of SALISBURY [6] => The Lord BIGOT [7] => HUBERT DE BURGH [8] => ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son to Sir Robert Faulconbridge. [9] => PHILIP the BASTARD, his half-brother. [10] => JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. [11] => PETER Of Pomfret, a prophet. [12] => PHILIP, King of France. [13] => LEWIS, the Dauphin. [14] => LYMOGES, Duke of AUSTRIA. [15] => CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. [16] => MELUN, a French Lord. [17] => CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John. [18] => QUEEN ELINOR, mother to King John. [19] => CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur. [20] => BLANCH of Spain, niece to King John. [21] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [22] => Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Partly in England, and partly in France. [PLAYSUBT] => KING JOHN [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. KING JOHN'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON [1] => Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE [2] => Enter a Sheriff [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHATILLON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France [1] => In my behavior to the majesty, [2] => The borrow'd majesty, of England here. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => A strange beginning: 'borrow'd majesty!' ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHATILLON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Philip of France, in right and true behalf [1] => Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, [2] => Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim [3] => To this fair island and the territories, [4] => To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, [5] => Desiring thee to lay aside the sword [6] => Which sways usurpingly these several titles, [7] => And put these same into young Arthur's hand, [8] => Thy nephew and right royal sovereign. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => What follows if we disallow of this? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHATILLON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The proud control of fierce and bloody war, [1] => To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here have we war for war and blood for blood, [1] => Controlment for controlment: so answer France. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHATILLON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, [1] => The farthest limit of my embassy. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: [1] => Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; [2] => For ere thou canst report I will be there, [3] => The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: [4] => So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath [5] => And sullen presage of your own decay. [6] => An honourable conduct let him have: [7] => Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What now, my son! have I not ever said [1] => How that ambitious Constance would not cease [2] => Till she had kindled France and all the world, [3] => Upon the right and party of her son? [4] => This might have been prevented and made whole [5] => With very easy arguments of love, [6] => Which now the manage of two kingdoms must [7] => With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Our strong possession and our right for us. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your strong possession much more than your right, [1] => Or else it must go wrong with you and me: [2] => So much my conscience whispers in your ear, [3] => Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ESSEX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, here is the strangest controversy [1] => Come from country to be judged by you, [2] => That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them approach. [1] => Our abbeys and our priories shall pay [2] => This expedition's charge. [3] => What men are you? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter ROBERT and the BASTARD ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your faithful subject I, a gentleman [1] => Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son, [2] => As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge, [3] => A soldier, by the honour-giving hand [4] => Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => What art thou? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROBERT [LINE] => The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? [1] => You came not of one mother then, it seems. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most certain of one mother, mighty king; [1] => That is well known; and, as I think, one father: [2] => But for the certain knowledge of that truth [3] => I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother: [4] => Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother [1] => And wound her honour with this diffidence. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; [1] => That is my brother's plea and none of mine; [2] => The which if he can prove, a' pops me out [3] => At least from fair five hundred pound a year: [4] => Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born, [1] => Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not why, except to get the land. [1] => But once he slander'd me with bastardy: [2] => But whether I be as true begot or no, [3] => That still I lay upon my mother's head, [4] => But that I am as well begot, my liege,-- [5] => Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!-- [6] => Compare our faces and be judge yourself. [7] => If old sir Robert did beget us both [8] => And were our father and this son like him, [9] => O old sir Robert, father, on my knee [10] => I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee! ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face; [1] => The accent of his tongue affecteth him. [2] => Do you not read some tokens of my son [3] => In the large composition of this man? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine eye hath well examined his parts [1] => And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak, [2] => What doth move you to claim your brother's land? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because he hath a half-face, like my father. [1] => With half that face would he have all my land: [2] => A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious liege, when that my father lived, [1] => Your brother did employ my father much,-- ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land: [1] => Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And once dispatch'd him in an embassy [1] => To Germany, there with the emperor [2] => To treat of high affairs touching that time. [3] => The advantage of his absence took the king [4] => And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; [5] => Where how he did prevail I shame to speak, [6] => But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores [7] => Between my father and my mother lay, [8] => As I have heard my father speak himself, [9] => When this same lusty gentleman was got. [10] => Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd [11] => His lands to me, and took it on his death [12] => That this my mother's son was none of his; [13] => And if he were, he came into the world [14] => Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. [15] => Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, [16] => My father's land, as was my father's will. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; [1] => Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him, [2] => And if she did play false, the fault was hers; [3] => Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands [4] => That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, [5] => Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, [6] => Had of your father claim'd this son for his? [7] => In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept [8] => This calf bred from his cow from all the world; [9] => In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's, [10] => My brother might not claim him; nor your father, [11] => Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes; [12] => My mother's son did get your father's heir; [13] => Your father's heir must have your father's land. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall then my father's will be of no force [1] => To dispossess that child which is not his? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, [1] => Than was his will to get me, as I think. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge [1] => And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, [2] => Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, [3] => Lord of thy presence and no land beside? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, an if my brother had my shape, [1] => And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him; [2] => And if my legs were two such riding-rods, [3] => My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin [4] => That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose [5] => Lest men should say 'Look, where three-farthings goes!' [6] => And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, [7] => Would I might never stir from off this place, [8] => I would give it every foot to have this face; [9] => I would not be sir Nob in any case. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune, [1] => Bequeath thy land to him and follow me? [2] => I am a soldier and now bound to France. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. [1] => Your face hath got five hundred pound a year, [2] => Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear. [3] => Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Nay, I would have you go before me thither. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Our country manners give our betters way. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => What is thy name? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Philip, my liege, so is my name begun, [1] => Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st: [1] => Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great, [2] => Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand: [1] => My father gave me honour, yours gave land. [2] => Now blessed by the hour, by night or day, [3] => When I was got, sir Robert was away! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The very spirit of Plantagenet! [1] => I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though? [1] => Something about, a little from the right, [2] => In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: [3] => Who dares not stir by day must walk by night, [4] => And have is have, however men do catch: [5] => Near or far off, well won is still well shot, [6] => And I am I, howe'er I was begot. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire; [1] => A landless knight makes thee a landed squire. [2] => Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed [3] => For France, for France, for it is more than need. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! [1] => For thou wast got i' the way of honesty. [2] => A foot of honour better than I was; [3] => But many a many foot of land the worse. [4] => Well, now can I make any Joan a lady. [5] => 'Good den, sir Richard!'--'God-a-mercy, fellow!'-- [6] => And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; [7] => For new-made honour doth forget men's names; [8] => 'Tis too respective and too sociable [9] => For your conversion. Now your traveller, [10] => He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, [11] => And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, [12] => Why then I suck my teeth and catechise [13] => My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,' [14] => Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin, [15] => 'I shall beseech you'--that is question now; [16] => And then comes answer like an Absey book: [17] => 'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command; [18] => At your employment; at your service, sir;' [19] => 'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:' [20] => And so, ere answer knows what question would, [21] => Saving in dialogue of compliment, [22] => And talking of the Alps and Apennines, [23] => The Pyrenean and the river Po, [24] => It draws toward supper in conclusion so. [25] => But this is worshipful society [26] => And fits the mounting spirit like myself, [27] => For he is but a bastard to the time [28] => That doth not smack of observation; [29] => And so am I, whether I smack or no; [30] => And not alone in habit and device, [31] => Exterior form, outward accoutrement, [32] => But from the inward motion to deliver [33] => Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: [34] => Which, though I will not practise to deceive, [35] => Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; [36] => For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. [37] => But who comes in such haste in riding-robes? [38] => What woman-post is this? hath she no husband [39] => That will take pains to blow a horn before her? [40] => O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! [41] => What brings you here to court so hastily? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt all but BASTARD [1] => Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, [1] => That holds in chase mine honour up and down? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? [1] => Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? [2] => Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so? ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, [1] => Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? [2] => He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GURNEY [LINE] => Good leave, good Philip. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Philip! sparrow: James, [1] => There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. [2] => Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son: [3] => Sir Robert might have eat his part in me [4] => Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast: [5] => Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess, [6] => Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it: [7] => We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother, [8] => To whom am I beholding for these limbs? [9] => Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit GURNEY ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, [1] => That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour? [2] => What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like. [1] => What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder. [2] => But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; [3] => I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land; [4] => Legitimation, name and all is gone: [5] => Then, good my mother, let me know my father; [6] => Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother? ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [LINE] => Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => As faithfully as I deny the devil. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY FAULCONBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father: [1] => By long and vehement suit I was seduced [2] => To make room for him in my husband's bed: [3] => Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! [4] => Thou art the issue of my dear offence, [5] => Which was so strongly urged past my defence. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by this light, were I to get again, [1] => Madam, I would not wish a better father. [2] => Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, [3] => And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: [4] => Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, [5] => Subjected tribute to commanding love, [6] => Against whose fury and unmatched force [7] => The aweless lion could not wage the fight, [8] => Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. [9] => He that perforce robs lions of their hearts [10] => May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, [11] => With all my heart I thank thee for my father! [12] => Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well [13] => When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. [14] => Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; [15] => And they shall say, when Richard me begot, [16] => If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin: [17] => Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not. ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. France. Before Angiers. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side: on the other KING PHILIP and his power; LEWIS, ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants [1] => Enter CHATILLON [2] => Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, BLANCH, the BASTARD, Lords, and forces [3] => Trumpet sounds. Enter certain Citizens upon the walls [4] => Exit Act [5] => Here after excursions, enter the Herald of France, with trumpets, to the gates [6] => Enter English Herald, with trumpet [7] => Re-enter KING JOHN and KING PHILIP, with their powers, severally [8] => Whispers with BLANCH [9] => Exeunt all but the BASTARD [10] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. [1] => Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, [2] => Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart [3] => And fought the holy wars in Palestine, [4] => By this brave duke came early to his grave: [5] => And for amends to his posterity, [6] => At our importance hither is he come, [7] => To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf, [8] => And to rebuke the usurpation [9] => Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: [10] => Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death [1] => The rather that you give his offspring life, [2] => Shadowing their right under your wings of war: [3] => I give you welcome with a powerless hand, [4] => But with a heart full of unstained love: [5] => Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, [1] => As seal to this indenture of my love, [2] => That to my home I will no more return, [3] => Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, [4] => Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, [5] => Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides [6] => And coops from other lands her islanders, [7] => Even till that England, hedged in with the main, [8] => That water-walled bulwark, still secure [9] => And confident from foreign purposes, [10] => Even till that utmost corner of the west [11] => Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, [12] => Will I not think of home, but follow arms. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, [1] => Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength [2] => To make a more requital to your love! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords [1] => In such a just and charitable war. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well then, to work: our cannon shall be bent [1] => Against the brows of this resisting town. [2] => Call for our chiefest men of discipline, [3] => To cull the plots of best advantages: [4] => We'll lay before this town our royal bones, [5] => Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, [6] => But we will make it subject to this boy. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay for an answer to your embassy, [1] => Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood: [2] => My Lord Chatillon may from England bring, [3] => That right in peace which here we urge in war, [4] => And then we shall repent each drop of blood [5] => That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish, [1] => Our messenger Chatillon is arrived! [2] => What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; [3] => We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHATILLON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then turn your forces from this paltry siege [1] => And stir them up against a mightier task. [2] => England, impatient of your just demands, [3] => Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds, [4] => Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time [5] => To land his legions all as soon as I; [6] => His marches are expedient to this town, [7] => His forces strong, his soldiers confident. [8] => With him along is come the mother-queen, [9] => An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife; [10] => With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain; [11] => With them a bastard of the king's deceased, [12] => And all the unsettled humours of the land, [13] => Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, [14] => With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens, [15] => Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, [16] => Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, [17] => To make hazard of new fortunes here: [18] => In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits [19] => Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er [20] => Did nearer float upon the swelling tide, [21] => To do offence and scath in Christendom. [22] => The interruption of their churlish drums [23] => Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, [24] => To parley or to fight; therefore prepare. ) [STAGEDIR] => Drum beats ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => How much unlook'd for is this expedition! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By how much unexpected, by so much [1] => We must awake endavour for defence; [2] => For courage mounteth with occasion: [3] => Let them be welcome then: we are prepared. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace be to France, if France in peace permit [1] => Our just and lineal entrance to our own; [2] => If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven, [3] => Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct [4] => Their proud contempt that beats His peace to heaven. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace be to England, if that war return [1] => From France to England, there to live in peace. [2] => England we love; and for that England's sake [3] => With burden of our armour here we sweat. [4] => This toil of ours should be a work of thine; [5] => But thou from loving England art so far, [6] => That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king [7] => Cut off the sequence of posterity, [8] => Out-faced infant state and done a rape [9] => Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. [10] => Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face; [11] => These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his: [12] => This little abstract doth contain that large [13] => Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time [14] => Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. [15] => That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, [16] => And this his son; England was Geffrey's right [17] => And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God [18] => How comes it then that thou art call'd a king, [19] => When living blood doth in these temples beat, [20] => Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From whom hast thou this great commission, France, [1] => To draw my answer from thy articles? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From that supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts [1] => In any breast of strong authority, [2] => To look into the blots and stains of right: [3] => That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: [4] => Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong [5] => And by whose help I mean to chastise it. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Alack, thou dost usurp authority. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Who is it thou dost call usurper, France? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Let me make answer; thy usurping son. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king, [1] => That thou mayst be a queen, and cheque the world! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My bed was ever to thy son as true [1] => As thine was to thy husband; and this boy [2] => Liker in feature to his father Geffrey [3] => Than thou and John in manners; being as like [4] => As rain to water, or devil to his dam. [5] => My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think [6] => His father never was so true begot: [7] => It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Peace! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Hear the crier. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => What the devil art thou? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One that will play the devil, sir, with you, [1] => An a' may catch your hide and you alone: [2] => You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, [3] => Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; [4] => I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; [5] => Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, well did he become that lion's robe [1] => That did disrobe the lion of that robe! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It lies as sightly on the back of him [1] => As great Alcides' shows upon an ass: [2] => But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back, [3] => Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What craker is this same that deafs our ears [1] => With this abundance of superfluous breath? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Women and fools, break off your conference. [1] => King John, this is the very sum of all; [2] => England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, [3] => In right of Arthur do I claim of thee: [4] => Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My life as soon: I do defy thee, France. [1] => Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; [2] => And out of my dear love I'll give thee more [3] => Than e'er the coward hand of France can win: [4] => Submit thee, boy. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Come to thy grandam, child. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do, child, go to it grandam, child: [1] => Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will [2] => Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig: [3] => There's a good grandam. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my mother, peace! [1] => I would that I were low laid in my grave: [2] => I am not worth this coil that's made for me. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now shame upon you, whether she does or no! [1] => His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, [2] => Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, [3] => Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; [4] => Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed [5] => To do him justice and revenge on you. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! [1] => Call not me slanderer; thou and thine usurp [2] => The dominations, royalties and rights [3] => Of this oppressed boy: this is thy eld'st son's son, [4] => Infortunate in nothing but in thee: [5] => Thy sins are visited in this poor child; [6] => The canon of the law is laid on him, [7] => Being but the second generation [8] => Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Bedlam, have done. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have but this to say, [1] => That he is not only plagued for her sin, [2] => But God hath made her sin and her the plague [3] => On this removed issue, plague for her [4] => And with her plague; her sin his injury, [5] => Her injury the beadle to her sin, [6] => All punish'd in the person of this child, [7] => And all for her; a plague upon her! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou unadvised scold, I can produce [1] => A will that bars the title of thy son. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will: [1] => A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate: [1] => It ill beseems this presence to cry aim [2] => To these ill-tuned repetitions. [3] => Some trumpet summon hither to the walls [4] => These men of Angiers: let us hear them speak [5] => Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => 'Tis France, for England. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => England, for itself. [1] => You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects-- ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, [1] => Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle-- ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For our advantage; therefore hear us first. [1] => These flags of France, that are advanced here [2] => Before the eye and prospect of your town, [3] => Have hither march'd to your endamagement: [4] => The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, [5] => And ready mounted are they to spit forth [6] => Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls: [7] => All preparation for a bloody siege [8] => All merciless proceeding by these French [9] => Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates; [10] => And but for our approach those sleeping stones, [11] => That as a waist doth girdle you about, [12] => By the compulsion of their ordinance [13] => By this time from their fixed beds of lime [14] => Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made [15] => For bloody power to rush upon your peace. [16] => But on the sight of us your lawful king, [17] => Who painfully with much expedient march [18] => Have brought a countercheque before your gates, [19] => To save unscratch'd your city's threatened cheeks, [20] => Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle; [21] => And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, [22] => To make a shaking fever in your walls, [23] => They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke, [24] => To make a faithless error in your ears: [25] => Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, [26] => And let us in, your king, whose labour'd spirits, [27] => Forwearied in this action of swift speed, [28] => Crave harbourage within your city walls. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When I have said, make answer to us both. [1] => Lo, in this right hand, whose protection [2] => Is most divinely vow'd upon the right [3] => Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet, [4] => Son to the elder brother of this man, [5] => And king o'er him and all that he enjoys: [6] => For this down-trodden equity, we tread [7] => In warlike march these greens before your town, [8] => Being no further enemy to you [9] => Than the constraint of hospitable zeal [10] => In the relief of this oppressed child [11] => Religiously provokes. Be pleased then [12] => To pay that duty which you truly owe [13] => To that owes it, namely this young prince: [14] => And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, [15] => Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up; [16] => Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent [17] => Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; [18] => And with a blessed and unvex'd retire, [19] => With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruised, [20] => We will bear home that lusty blood again [21] => Which here we came to spout against your town, [22] => And leave your children, wives and you in peace. [23] => But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, [24] => 'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls [25] => Can hide you from our messengers of war, [26] => Though all these English and their discipline [27] => Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. [28] => Then tell us, shall your city call us lord, [29] => In that behalf which we have challenged it? [30] => Or shall we give the signal to our rage [31] => And stalk in blood to our possession? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In brief, we are the king of England's subjects: [1] => For him, and in his right, we hold this town. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That can we not; but he that proves the king, [1] => To him will we prove loyal: till that time [2] => Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doth not the crown of England prove the king? [1] => And if not that, I bring you witnesses, [2] => Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,-- ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Bastards, and else. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => To verify our title with their lives. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => As many and as well-born bloods as those,-- ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Some bastards too. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Stand in his face to contradict his claim. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Till you compound whose right is worthiest, [1] => We for the worthiest hold the right from both. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then God forgive the sin of all those souls [1] => That to their everlasting residence, [2] => Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, [3] => In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since [1] => Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, [2] => Teach us some fence! [3] => Sirrah, were I at home, [4] => At your den, sirrah, with your lioness [5] => I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide, [6] => And make a monster of you. ) [STAGEDIR] => To AUSTRIA ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Peace! no more. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => O tremble, for you hear the lion roar. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth [1] => In best appointment all our regiments. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Speed then, to take advantage of the field. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall be so; and at the other hill [1] => Command the rest to stand. God and our right! ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Herald [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, [1] => And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in, [2] => Who by the hand of France this day hath made [3] => Much work for tears in many an English mother, [4] => Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground; [5] => Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, [6] => Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; [7] => And victory, with little loss, doth play [8] => Upon the dancing banners of the French, [9] => Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, [10] => To enter conquerors and to proclaim [11] => Arthur of Bretagne England's king and yours. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => English Herald [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: [1] => King John, your king and England's doth approach, [2] => Commander of this hot malicious day: [3] => Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, [4] => Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; [5] => There stuck no plume in any English crest [6] => That is removed by a staff of France; [7] => Our colours do return in those same hands [8] => That did display them when we first march'd forth; [9] => And, like a troop of jolly huntsmen, come [10] => Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, [11] => Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes: [12] => Open your gates and gives the victors way. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, [1] => From first to last, the onset and retire [2] => Of both your armies; whose equality [3] => By our best eyes cannot be censured: [4] => Blood hath bought blood and blows have answered blows; [5] => Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: [6] => Both are alike; and both alike we like. [7] => One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even, [8] => We hold our town for neither, yet for both. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? [1] => Say, shall the current of our right run on? [2] => Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, [3] => Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell [4] => With course disturb'd even thy confining shores, [5] => Unless thou let his silver water keep [6] => A peaceful progress to the ocean. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, [1] => In this hot trial, more than we of France; [2] => Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, [3] => That sways the earth this climate overlooks, [4] => Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, [5] => We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear, [6] => Or add a royal number to the dead, [7] => Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss [8] => With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, [1] => When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! [2] => O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; [3] => The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; [4] => And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men, [5] => In undetermined differences of kings. [6] => Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? [7] => Cry, 'havoc!' kings; back to the stained field, [8] => You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits! [9] => Then let confusion of one part confirm [10] => The other's peace: till then, blows, blood and death! ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king? ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => The king of England; when we know the king. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Know him in us, that here hold up his right. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In us, that are our own great deputy [1] => And bear possession of our person here, [2] => Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A greater power then we denies all this; [1] => And till it be undoubted, we do lock [2] => Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates; [3] => King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolved, [4] => Be by some certain king purged and deposed. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings, [1] => And stand securely on their battlements, [2] => As in a theatre, whence they gape and point [3] => At your industrious scenes and acts of death. [4] => Your royal presences be ruled by me: [5] => Do like the mutines of Jerusalem, [6] => Be friends awhile and both conjointly bend [7] => Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: [8] => By east and west let France and England mount [9] => Their battering cannon charged to the mouths, [10] => Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down [11] => The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city: [12] => I'ld play incessantly upon these jades, [13] => Even till unfenced desolation [14] => Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. [15] => That done, dissever your united strengths, [16] => And part your mingled colours once again; [17] => Turn face to face and bloody point to point; [18] => Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth [19] => Out of one side her happy minion, [20] => To whom in favour she shall give the day, [21] => And kiss him with a glorious victory. [22] => How like you this wild counsel, mighty states? [23] => Smacks it not something of the policy? ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads, [1] => I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers [2] => And lay this Angiers even to the ground; [3] => Then after fight who shall be king of it? ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if thou hast the mettle of a king, [1] => Being wronged as we are by this peevish town, [2] => Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, [3] => As we will ours, against these saucy walls; [4] => And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, [5] => Why then defy each other and pell-mell [6] => Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We from the west will send destruction [1] => Into this city's bosom. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => I from the north. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our thunder from the south [1] => Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O prudent discipline! From north to south: [1] => Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: [2] => I'll stir them to it. Come, away, away! ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile to stay, [1] => And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league; [2] => Win you this city without stroke or wound; [3] => Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, [4] => That here come sacrifices for the field: [5] => Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Speak on with favour; we are bent to hear. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch, [1] => Is niece to England: look upon the years [2] => Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid: [3] => If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, [4] => Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? [5] => If zealous love should go in search of virtue, [6] => Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? [7] => If love ambitious sought a match of birth, [8] => Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? [9] => Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, [10] => Is the young Dauphin every way complete: [11] => If not complete of, say he is not she; [12] => And she again wants nothing, to name want, [13] => If want it be not that she is not he: [14] => He is the half part of a blessed man, [15] => Left to be finished by such as she; [16] => And she a fair divided excellence, [17] => Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. [18] => O, two such silver currents, when they join, [19] => Do glorify the banks that bound them in; [20] => And two such shores to two such streams made one, [21] => Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, [22] => To these two princes, if you marry them. [23] => This union shall do more than battery can [24] => To our fast-closed gates; for at this match, [25] => With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, [26] => The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, [27] => And give you entrance: but without this match, [28] => The sea enraged is not half so deaf, [29] => Lions more confident, mountains and rocks [30] => More free from motion, no, not Death himself [31] => In moral fury half so peremptory, [32] => As we to keep this city. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's a stay [1] => That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death [2] => Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, [3] => That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas, [4] => Talks as familiarly of roaring lions [5] => As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! [6] => What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? [7] => He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce; [8] => He gives the bastinado with his tongue: [9] => Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his [10] => But buffets better than a fist of France: [11] => Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words [12] => Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; [1] => Give with our niece a dowry large enough: [2] => For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie [3] => Thy now unsured assurance to the crown, [4] => That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe [5] => The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. [6] => I see a yielding in the looks of France; [7] => Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls [8] => Are capable of this ambition, [9] => Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath [10] => Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, [11] => Cool and congeal again to what it was. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why answer not the double majesties [1] => This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak England first, that hath been forward first [1] => To speak unto this city: what say you? ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, [1] => Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,' [2] => Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: [3] => For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, [4] => And all that we upon this side the sea, [5] => Except this city now by us besieged, [6] => Find liable to our crown and dignity, [7] => Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich [8] => In titles, honours and promotions, [9] => As she in beauty, education, blood, [10] => Holds hand with any princess of the world. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do, my lord; and in her eye I find [1] => A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, [2] => The shadow of myself form'd in her eye: [3] => Which being but the shadow of your son, [4] => Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow: [5] => I do protest I never loved myself [6] => Till now infixed I beheld myself [7] => Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! [1] => Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! [2] => And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy [3] => Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, [4] => That hang'd and drawn and quartered, there should be [5] => In such a love so vile a lout as he. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My uncle's will in this respect is mine: [1] => If he see aught in you that makes him like, [2] => That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, [3] => I can with ease translate it to my will; [4] => Or if you will, to speak more properly, [5] => I will enforce it easily to my love. [6] => Further I will not flatter you, my lord, [7] => That all I see in you is worthy love, [8] => Than this; that nothing do I see in you, [9] => Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, [10] => That I can find should merit any hate. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => What say these young ones? What say you my niece? ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That she is bound in honour still to do [1] => What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady? ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; [1] => For I do love her most unfeignedly. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, [1] => Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces, [2] => With her to thee; and this addition more, [3] => Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. [4] => Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, [5] => Command thy son and daughter to join hands. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => It likes us well; young princes, close your hands. ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And your lips too; for I am well assured [1] => That I did so when I was first assured. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, [1] => Let in that amity which you have made; [2] => For at Saint Mary's chapel presently [3] => The rites of marriage shall be solemnized. [4] => Is not the Lady Constance in this troop? [5] => I know she is not, for this match made up [6] => Her presence would have interrupted much: [7] => Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent. ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, by my faith, this league that we have made [1] => Will give her sadness very little cure. [2] => Brother of England, how may we content [3] => This widow lady? In her right we came; [4] => Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, [5] => To our own vantage. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will heal up all; [1] => For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne [2] => And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town [3] => We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance; [4] => Some speedy messenger bid her repair [5] => To our solemnity: I trust we shall, [6] => If not fill up the measure of her will, [7] => Yet in some measure satisfy her so [8] => That we shall stop her exclamation. [9] => Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, [10] => To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp. ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! [1] => John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, [2] => Hath willingly departed with a part, [3] => And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, [4] => Whom zeal and charity brought to the field [5] => As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear [6] => With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil, [7] => That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, [8] => That daily break-vow, he that wins of all, [9] => Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids, [10] => Who, having no external thing to lose [11] => But the word 'maid,' cheats the poor maid of that, [12] => That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity, [13] => Commodity, the bias of the world, [14] => The world, who of itself is peised well, [15] => Made to run even upon even ground, [16] => Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias, [17] => This sway of motion, this Commodity, [18] => Makes it take head from all indifferency, [19] => From all direction, purpose, course, intent: [20] => And this same bias, this Commodity, [21] => This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, [22] => Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, [23] => Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, [24] => From a resolved and honourable war, [25] => To a most base and vile-concluded peace. [26] => And why rail I on this Commodity? [27] => But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: [28] => Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, [29] => When his fair angels would salute my palm; [30] => But for my hand, as unattempted yet, [31] => Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. [32] => Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail [33] => And say there is no sin but to be rich; [34] => And being rich, my virtue then shall be [35] => To say there is no vice but beggary. [36] => Since kings break faith upon commodity, [37] => Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee. ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The French King's pavilion. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY [1] => Seats herself on the ground [2] => Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILLIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, QUEEN ELINOR, the BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and Attendants [3] => Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! [1] => False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends! [2] => Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces? [3] => It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard: [4] => Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again: [5] => It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so: [6] => I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word [7] => Is but the vain breath of a common man: [8] => Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; [9] => I have a king's oath to the contrary. [10] => Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, [11] => For I am sick and capable of fears, [12] => Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears, [13] => A widow, husbandless, subject to fears, [14] => A woman, naturally born to fears; [15] => And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, [16] => With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, [17] => But they will quake and tremble all this day. [18] => What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? [19] => Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? [20] => What means that hand upon that breast of thine? [21] => Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, [22] => Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? [23] => Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? [24] => Then speak again; not all thy former tale, [25] => But this one word, whether thy tale be true. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As true as I believe you think them false [1] => That give you cause to prove my saying true. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, [1] => Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die, [2] => And let belief and life encounter so [3] => As doth the fury of two desperate men [4] => Which in the very meeting fall and die. [5] => Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou? [6] => France friend with England, what becomes of me? [7] => Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight: [8] => This news hath made thee a most ugly man. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What other harm have I, good lady, done, [1] => But spoke the harm that is by others done? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which harm within itself so heinous is [1] => As it makes harmful all that speak of it. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => I do beseech you, madam, be content. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, [1] => Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb, [2] => Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, [3] => Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, [4] => Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks, [5] => I would not care, I then would be content, [6] => For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou [7] => Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown. [8] => But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, [9] => Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: [10] => Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, [11] => And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O, [12] => She is corrupted, changed and won from thee; [13] => She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John, [14] => And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France [15] => To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, [16] => And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. [17] => France is a bawd to Fortune and King John, [18] => That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John! [19] => Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn? [20] => Envenom him with words, or get thee gone [21] => And leave those woes alone which I alone [22] => Am bound to under-bear. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, madam, [1] => I may not go without you to the kings. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee: [1] => I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; [2] => For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. [3] => To me and to the state of my great grief [4] => Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great [5] => That no supporter but the huge firm earth [6] => Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; [7] => Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day [1] => Ever in France shall be kept festival: [2] => To solemnize this day the glorious sun [3] => Stays in his course and plays the alchemist, [4] => Turning with splendor of his precious eye [5] => The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: [6] => The yearly course that brings this day about [7] => Shall never see it but a holiday. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A wicked day, and not a holy day! [1] => What hath this day deserved? what hath it done, [2] => That it in golden letters should be set [3] => Among the high tides in the calendar? [4] => Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, [5] => This day of shame, oppression, perjury. [6] => Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child [7] => Pray that their burthens may not fall this day, [8] => Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: [9] => But on this day let seamen fear no wreck; [10] => No bargains break that are not this day made: [11] => This day, all things begun come to ill end, [12] => Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! ) [STAGEDIR] => Rising ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause [1] => To curse the fair proceedings of this day: [2] => Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have beguiled me with a counterfeit [1] => Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd and tried, [2] => Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn; [3] => You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, [4] => But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: [5] => The grappling vigour and rough frown of war [6] => Is cold in amity and painted peace, [7] => And our oppression hath made up this league. [8] => Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings! [9] => A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens! [10] => Let not the hours of this ungodly day [11] => Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, [12] => Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings! [13] => Hear me, O, hear me! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Lady Constance, peace! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war [1] => O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame [2] => That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! [3] => Thou little valiant, great in villany! [4] => Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! [5] => Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight [6] => But when her humorous ladyship is by [7] => To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too, [8] => And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou, [9] => A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear [10] => Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, [11] => Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side, [12] => Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend [13] => Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength, [14] => And dost thou now fall over to my fores? [15] => Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, [16] => And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => O, that a man should speak those words to me! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => We like not this; thou dost forget thyself. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Here comes the holy legate of the pope. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! [1] => To thee, King John, my holy errand is. [2] => I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, [3] => And from Pope Innocent the legate here, [4] => Do in his name religiously demand [5] => Why thou against the church, our holy mother, [6] => So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce [7] => Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop [8] => Of Canterbury, from that holy see? [9] => This, in our foresaid holy father's name, [10] => Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What earthy name to interrogatories [1] => Can task the free breath of a sacred king? [2] => Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name [3] => So slight, unworthy and ridiculous, [4] => To charge me to an answer, as the pope. [5] => Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England [6] => Add thus much more, that no Italian priest [7] => Shall tithe or toll in our dominions; [8] => But as we, under heaven, are supreme head, [9] => So under Him that great supremacy, [10] => Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, [11] => Without the assistance of a mortal hand: [12] => So tell the pope, all reverence set apart [13] => To him and his usurp'd authority. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though you and all the kings of Christendom [1] => Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, [2] => Dreading the curse that money may buy out; [3] => And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, [4] => Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, [5] => Who in that sale sells pardon from himself, [6] => Though you and all the rest so grossly led [7] => This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish, [8] => Yet I alone, alone do me oppose [9] => Against the pope and count his friends my foes. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, by the lawful power that I have, [1] => Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate. [2] => And blessed shall he be that doth revolt [3] => From his allegiance to an heretic; [4] => And meritorious shall that hand be call'd, [5] => Canonized and worshipped as a saint, [6] => That takes away by any secret course [7] => Thy hateful life. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, lawful let it be [1] => That I have room with Rome to curse awhile! [2] => Good father cardinal, cry thou amen [3] => To my keen curses; for without my wrong [4] => There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And for mine too: when law can do no right, [1] => Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong: [2] => Law cannot give my child his kingdom here, [3] => For he that holds his kingdom holds the law; [4] => Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, [5] => How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Philip of France, on peril of a curse, [1] => Let go the hand of that arch-heretic; [2] => And raise the power of France upon his head, [3] => Unless he do submit himself to Rome. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look to that, devil; lest that France repent, [1] => And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => King Philip, listen to the cardinal. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because-- ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Your breeches best may carry them. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => What should he say, but as the cardinal? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bethink you, father; for the difference [1] => Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, [2] => Or the light loss of England for a friend: [3] => Forego the easier. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => That's the curse of Rome. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here [1] => In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith, [1] => But from her need. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, if thou grant my need, [1] => Which only lives but by the death of faith, [2] => That need must needs infer this principle, [3] => That faith would live again by death of need. [4] => O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; [5] => Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => The king is moved, and answers not to this. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => O, be removed from him, and answer well! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What canst thou say but will perplex thee more, [1] => If thou stand excommunicate and cursed? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good reverend father, make my person yours, [1] => And tell me how you would bestow yourself. [2] => This royal hand and mine are newly knit, [3] => And the conjunction of our inward souls [4] => Married in league, coupled and linked together [5] => With all religious strength of sacred vows; [6] => The latest breath that gave the sound of words [7] => Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love [8] => Between our kingdoms and our royal selves, [9] => And even before this truce, but new before, [10] => No longer than we well could wash our hands [11] => To clap this royal bargain up of peace, [12] => Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd [13] => With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint [14] => The fearful difference of incensed kings: [15] => And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood, [16] => So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, [17] => Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet? [18] => Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, [19] => Make such unconstant children of ourselves, [20] => As now again to snatch our palm from palm, [21] => Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed [22] => Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, [23] => And make a riot on the gentle brow [24] => Of true sincerity? O, holy sir, [25] => My reverend father, let it not be so! [26] => Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose [27] => Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest [28] => To do your pleasure and continue friends. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All form is formless, order orderless, [1] => Save what is opposite to England's love. [2] => Therefore to arms! be champion of our church, [3] => Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, [4] => A mother's curse, on her revolting son. [5] => France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, [6] => A chafed lion by the mortal paw, [7] => A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, [8] => Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So makest thou faith an enemy to faith; [1] => And like a civil war set'st oath to oath, [2] => Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow [3] => First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd, [4] => That is, to be the champion of our church! [5] => What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself [6] => And may not be performed by thyself, [7] => For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss [8] => Is not amiss when it is truly done, [9] => And being not done, where doing tends to ill, [10] => The truth is then most done not doing it: [11] => The better act of purposes mistook [12] => Is to mistake again; though indirect, [13] => Yet indirection thereby grows direct, [14] => And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire [15] => Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd. [16] => It is religion that doth make vows kept; [17] => But thou hast sworn against religion, [18] => By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st, [19] => And makest an oath the surety for thy truth [20] => Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure [21] => To swear, swears only not to be forsworn; [22] => Else what a mockery should it be to swear! [23] => But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; [24] => And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. [25] => Therefore thy later vows against thy first [26] => Is in thyself rebellion to thyself; [27] => And better conquest never canst thou make [28] => Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts [29] => Against these giddy loose suggestions: [30] => Upon which better part our prayers come in, [31] => If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know [32] => The peril of our curses light on thee [33] => So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off, [34] => But in despair die under their black weight. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUSTRIA [LINE] => Rebellion, flat rebellion! ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will't not be? [1] => Will not a calfs-skin stop that mouth of thine? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Father, to arms! ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon thy wedding-day? [1] => Against the blood that thou hast married? [2] => What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? [3] => Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, [4] => Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp? [5] => O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new [6] => Is husband in my mouth! even for that name, [7] => Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, [8] => Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms [9] => Against mine uncle. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, upon my knee, [1] => Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, [2] => Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom [3] => Forethought by heaven! ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now shall I see thy love: what motive may [1] => Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, [1] => His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I muse your majesty doth seem so cold, [1] => When such profound respects do pull you on. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => I will denounce a curse upon his head. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => O fair return of banish'd majesty! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => O foul revolt of French inconstancy! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time, [1] => Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu! [1] => Which is the side that I must go withal? [2] => I am with both: each army hath a hand; [3] => And in their rage, I having hold of both, [4] => They swirl asunder and dismember me. [5] => Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win; [6] => Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose; [7] => Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; [8] => Grandam, I will not wish thy fortunes thrive: [9] => Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose [10] => Assured loss before the match be play'd. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BLANCH [LINE] => There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, go draw our puissance together. [1] => France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; [2] => A rage whose heat hath this condition, [3] => That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, [4] => The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BASTARD ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy rage sham burn thee up, and thou shalt turn [1] => To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: [2] => Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums, excursions. Enter the BASTARD, with AUSTRIA'S head [1] => Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; [1] => Some airy devil hovers in the sky [2] => And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, [3] => While Philip breathes. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up: [1] => My mother is assailed in our tent, [2] => And ta'en, I fear. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I rescued her; [1] => Her highness is in safety, fear you not: [2] => But on, my liege; for very little pains [3] => Will bring this labour to an happy end. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT, and Lords [1] => Exit the BASTARD [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To QUEEN ELINOR ) [1] => stay behind [2] => So strongly guarded. [3] => Cousin, look not sad: [4] => Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will [5] => As dear be to thee as thy father was. ) [STAGEDIR] => To ARTHUR ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => O, this will make my mother die with grief! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To the BASTARD ) [1] => haste before: [2] => And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags [3] => Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels [4] => Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace [5] => Must by the hungry now be fed upon: [6] => Use our commission in his utmost force. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, [1] => When gold and silver becks me to come on. [2] => I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray, [3] => If ever I remember to be holy, [4] => For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELINOR [LINE] => Farewell, gentle cousin. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Coz, farewell. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ELINOR [LINE] => Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, [1] => We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh [2] => There is a soul counts thee her creditor [3] => And with advantage means to pay thy love: [4] => And my good friend, thy voluntary oath [5] => Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. [6] => Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, [7] => But I will fit it with some better time. [8] => By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed [9] => To say what good respect I have of thee. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => I am much bounden to your majesty. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet, [1] => But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, [2] => Yet it shall come from me to do thee good. [3] => I had a thing to say, but let it go: [4] => The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, [5] => Attended with the pleasures of the world, [6] => Is all too wanton and too full of gawds [7] => To give me audience: if the midnight bell [8] => Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, [9] => Sound on into the drowsy race of night; [10] => If this same were a churchyard where we stand, [11] => And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs, [12] => Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, [13] => Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick, [14] => Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, [15] => Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes [16] => And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, [17] => A passion hateful to my purposes, [18] => Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, [19] => Hear me without thine ears, and make reply [20] => Without a tongue, using conceit alone, [21] => Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words; [22] => Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, [23] => I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: [24] => But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well; [25] => And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So well, that what you bid me undertake, [1] => Though that my death were adjunct to my act, [2] => By heaven, I would do it. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not I know thou wouldst? [1] => Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye [2] => On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, [3] => He is a very serpent in my way; [4] => And whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread, [5] => He lies before me: dost thou understand me? [6] => Thou art his keeper. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I'll keep him so, [1] => That he shall not offend your majesty. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Death. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => My lord? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => A grave. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => He shall not live. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Enough. [1] => I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; [2] => Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: [3] => Remember. Madam, fare you well: [4] => I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELINOR [LINE] => My blessing go with thee! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For England, cousin, go: [1] => Hubert shall be your man, attend on you [2] => With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho! ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The same. KING PHILIP'S tent. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants [1] => Exit [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, [1] => A whole armado of convicted sail [2] => Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What can go well, when we have run so ill? [1] => Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? [2] => Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? [3] => And bloody England into England gone, [4] => O'erbearing interruption, spite of France? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What he hath won, that hath he fortified: [1] => So hot a speed with such advice disposed, [2] => Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, [3] => Doth want example: who hath read or heard [4] => Of any kindred action like to this? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well could I bear that England had this praise, [1] => So we could find some pattern of our shame. [2] => Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; [3] => Holding the eternal spirit against her will, [4] => In the vile prison of afflicted breath. [5] => I prithee, lady, go away with me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CONSTANCE ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Lo, now I now see the issue of your peace. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I defy all counsel, all redress, [1] => But that which ends all counsel, true redress, [2] => Death, death; O amiable lovely death! [3] => Thou odouriferous stench! sound rottenness! [4] => Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, [5] => Thou hate and terror to prosperity, [6] => And I will kiss thy detestable bones [7] => And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows [8] => And ring these fingers with thy household worms [9] => And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust [10] => And be a carrion monster like thyself: [11] => Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest [12] => And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love, [13] => O, come to me! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => O fair affliction, peace! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: [1] => O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! [2] => Then with a passion would I shake the world; [3] => And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy [4] => Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, [5] => Which scorns a modern invocation. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art not holy to belie me so; [1] => I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; [2] => My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; [3] => Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: [4] => I am not mad: I would to heaven I were! [5] => For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: [6] => O, if I could, what grief should I forget! [7] => Preach some philosophy to make me mad, [8] => And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal; [9] => For being not mad but sensible of grief, [10] => My reasonable part produces reason [11] => How I may be deliver'd of these woes, [12] => And teaches me to kill or hang myself: [13] => If I were mad, I should forget my son, [14] => Or madly think a babe of clouts were he: [15] => I am not mad; too well, too well I feel [16] => The different plague of each calamity. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note [1] => In the fair multitude of those her hairs! [2] => Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, [3] => Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends [4] => Do glue themselves in sociable grief, [5] => Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, [6] => Sticking together in calamity. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => To England, if you will. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => Bind up your hairs. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? [1] => I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud [2] => 'O that these hands could so redeem my son, [3] => As they have given these hairs their liberty!' [4] => But now I envy at their liberty, [5] => And will again commit them to their bonds, [6] => Because my poor child is a prisoner. [7] => And, father cardinal, I have heard you say [8] => That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: [9] => If that be true, I shall see my boy again; [10] => For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, [11] => To him that did but yesterday suspire, [12] => There was not such a gracious creature born. [13] => But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud [14] => And chase the native beauty from his cheek [15] => And he will look as hollow as a ghost, [16] => As dim and meagre as an ague's fit, [17] => And so he'll die; and, rising so again, [18] => When I shall meet him in the court of heaven [19] => I shall not know him: therefore never, never [20] => Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => You hold too heinous a respect of grief. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => He talks to me that never had a son. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => You are as fond of grief as of your child. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CONSTANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Grief fills the room up of my absent child, [1] => Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, [2] => Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, [3] => Remembers me of all his gracious parts, [4] => Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; [5] => Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? [6] => Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, [7] => I could give better comfort than you do. [8] => I will not keep this form upon my head, [9] => When there is such disorder in my wit. [10] => O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! [11] => My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! [12] => My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING PHILIP [LINE] => I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's nothing in this world can make me joy: [1] => Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale [2] => Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; [3] => And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste [4] => That it yields nought but shame and bitterness. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Before the curing of a strong disease, [1] => Even in the instant of repair and health, [2] => The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, [3] => On their departure most of all show evil: [4] => What have you lost by losing of this day? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => All days of glory, joy and happiness. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you had won it, certainly you had. [1] => No, no; when Fortune means to men most good, [2] => She looks upon them with a threatening eye. [3] => 'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost [4] => In this which he accounts so clearly won: [5] => Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => As heartily as he is glad he hath him. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. [1] => Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; [2] => For even the breath of what I mean to speak [3] => Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, [4] => Out of the path which shall directly lead [5] => Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. [6] => John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be [7] => That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, [8] => The misplaced John should entertain an hour, [9] => One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest. [10] => A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand [11] => Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd; [12] => And he that stands upon a slippery place [13] => Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up: [14] => That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; [15] => So be it, for it cannot be but so. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, [1] => May then make all the claim that Arthur did. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How green you are and fresh in this old world! [1] => John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; [2] => For he that steeps his safety in true blood [3] => Shall find but bloody safety and untrue. [4] => This act so evilly born shall cool the hearts [5] => Of all his people and freeze up their zeal, [6] => That none so small advantage shall step forth [7] => To cheque his reign, but they will cherish it; [8] => No natural exhalation in the sky, [9] => No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, [10] => No common wind, no customed event, [11] => But they will pluck away his natural cause [12] => And call them meteors, prodigies and signs, [13] => Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven, [14] => Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, [1] => But hold himself safe in his prisonment. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, [1] => If that young Arthur be not gone already, [2] => Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts [3] => Of all his people shall revolt from him [4] => And kiss the lips of unacquainted change [5] => And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath [6] => Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. [7] => Methinks I see this hurly all on foot: [8] => And, O, what better matter breeds for you [9] => Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge [10] => Is now in England, ransacking the church, [11] => Offending charity: if but a dozen French [12] => Were there in arms, they would be as a call [13] => To train ten thousand English to their side, [14] => Or as a little snow, tumbled about, [15] => Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, [16] => Go with me to the king: 'tis wonderful [17] => What may be wrought out of their discontent, [18] => Now that their souls are topful of offence. [19] => For England go: I will whet on the king. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go: [1] => If you say ay, the king will not say no. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A room in a castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HUBERT and Executioners [1] => Enter ARTHUR [2] => Exeunt Executioners [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand [1] => Within the arras: when I strike my foot [2] => Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, [3] => And bind the boy which you shall find with me [4] => Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Executioner [LINE] => I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't. [1] => Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Executioners ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Good morrow, Hubert. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Good morrow, little prince. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As little prince, having so great a title [1] => To be more prince, as may be. You are sad. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Indeed, I have been merrier. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mercy on me! [1] => Methinks no body should be sad but I: [2] => Yet, I remember, when I was in France, [3] => Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, [4] => Only for wantonness. By my christendom, [5] => So I were out of prison and kept sheep, [6] => I should be as merry as the day is long; [7] => And so I would be here, but that I doubt [8] => My uncle practises more harm to me: [9] => He is afraid of me and I of him: [10] => Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? [11] => No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven [12] => I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => He will awake my mercy which lies dead: [2] => Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: [1] => In sooth, I would you were a little sick, [2] => That I might sit all night and watch with you: [3] => I warrant I love you more than you do me. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Read here, young Arthur. [2] => How now, foolish rheum! [3] => Turning dispiteous torture out of door! [4] => I must be brief, lest resolution drop [5] => Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. [6] => Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Showing a paper [1] => Aside ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: [1] => Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Young boy, I must. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => And will you? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => And I will. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, [1] => I knit my handercher about your brows, [2] => The best I had, a princess wrought it me, [3] => And I did never ask it you again; [4] => And with my hand at midnight held your head, [5] => And like the watchful minutes to the hour, [6] => Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, [7] => Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?' [8] => Or 'What good love may I perform for you?' [9] => Many a poor man's son would have lien still [10] => And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; [11] => But you at your sick service had a prince. [12] => Nay, you may think my love was crafty love [13] => And call it cunning: do, an if you will: [14] => If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, [15] => Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes? [16] => These eyes that never did nor never shall [17] => So much as frown on you. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have sworn to do it; [1] => And with hot irons must I burn them out. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, none but in this iron age would do it! [1] => The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, [2] => Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears [3] => And quench his fiery indignation [4] => Even in the matter of mine innocence; [5] => Nay, after that, consume away in rust [6] => But for containing fire to harm mine eye. [7] => Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron? [8] => An if an angel should have come to me [9] => And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, [10] => I would not have believed him,--no tongue but Hubert's. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come forth. [1] => Do as I bid you do. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Stamps [1] => Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out [1] => Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough? [1] => I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. [2] => For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! [3] => Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away, [4] => And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; [5] => I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, [6] => Nor look upon the iron angerly: [7] => Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, [8] => Whatever torment you do put me to. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Go, stand within; let me alone with him. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Executioner [LINE] => I am best pleased to be from such a deed. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, I then have chid away my friend! [1] => He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart: [2] => Let him come back, that his compassion may [3] => Give life to yours. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Come, boy, prepare yourself. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Is there no remedy? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => None, but to lose your eyes. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours, [1] => A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, [2] => Any annoyance in that precious sense! [3] => Then feeling what small things are boisterous there, [4] => Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues [1] => Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: [2] => Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert; [3] => Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, [4] => So I may keep mine eyes: O, spare mine eyes. [5] => Though to no use but still to look on you! [6] => Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold [7] => And would not harm me. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => I can heat it, boy. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief, [1] => Being create for comfort, to be used [2] => In undeserved extremes: see else yourself; [3] => There is no malice in this burning coal; [4] => The breath of heaven has blown his spirit out [5] => And strew'd repentent ashes on his head. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => But with my breath I can revive it, boy. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if you do, you will but make it blush [1] => And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: [2] => Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes; [3] => And like a dog that is compell'd to fight, [4] => Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. [5] => All things that you should use to do me wrong [6] => Deny their office: only you do lack [7] => That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, [8] => Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye [1] => For all the treasure that thine uncle owes: [2] => Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy, [3] => With this same very iron to burn them out. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, now you look like Hubert! all this while [1] => You were disguised. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace; no more. Adieu. [1] => Your uncle must not know but you are dead; [2] => I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports: [3] => And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure, [4] => That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, [5] => Will not offend thee. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Silence; no more: go closely in with me: [1] => Much danger do I undergo for thee. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. KING JOHN'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords [1] => Enter HUBERT [2] => Taking him apart [3] => Exeunt Lords [4] => Exit [5] => Exit [6] => Re-enter HUBERT [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here once again we sit, once again crown'd, [1] => And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased, [1] => Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before, [2] => And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off, [3] => The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; [4] => Fresh expectation troubled not the land [5] => With any long'd-for change or better state. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, [1] => To guard a title that was rich before, [2] => To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, [3] => To throw a perfume on the violet, [4] => To smooth the ice, or add another hue [5] => Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light [6] => To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, [7] => Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But that your royal pleasure must be done, [1] => This act is as an ancient tale new told, [2] => And in the last repeating troublesome, [3] => Being urged at a time unseasonable. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In this the antique and well noted face [1] => Of plain old form is much disfigured; [2] => And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, [3] => It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about, [4] => Startles and frights consideration, [5] => Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected, [6] => For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When workmen strive to do better than well, [1] => They do confound their skill in covetousness; [2] => And oftentimes excusing of a fault [3] => Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, [4] => As patches set upon a little breach [5] => Discredit more in hiding of the fault [6] => Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To this effect, before you were new crown'd, [1] => We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness [2] => To overbear it, and we are all well pleased, [3] => Since all and every part of what we would [4] => Doth make a stand at what your highness will. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some reasons of this double coronation [1] => I have possess'd you with and think them strong; [2] => And more, more strong, then lesser is my fear, [3] => I shall indue you with: meantime but ask [4] => What you would have reform'd that is not well, [5] => And well shall you perceive how willingly [6] => I will both hear and grant you your requests. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then I, as one that am the tongue of these, [1] => To sound the purpose of all their hearts, [2] => Both for myself and them, but, chief of all, [3] => Your safety, for the which myself and them [4] => Bend their best studies, heartily request [5] => The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint [6] => Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent [7] => To break into this dangerous argument,-- [8] => If what in rest you have in right you hold, [9] => Why then your fears, which, as they say, attend [10] => The steps of wrong, should move you to mew up [11] => Your tender kinsman and to choke his days [12] => With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth [13] => The rich advantage of good exercise? [14] => That the time's enemies may not have this [15] => To grace occasions, let it be our suit [16] => That you have bid us ask his liberty; [17] => Which for our goods we do no further ask [18] => Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, [19] => Counts it your weal he have his liberty. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it be so: I do commit his youth [1] => To your direction. Hubert, what news with you? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the man should do the bloody deed; [1] => He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine: [2] => The image of a wicked heinous fault [3] => Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his [4] => Does show the mood of a much troubled breast; [5] => And I do fearfully believe 'tis done, [6] => What we so fear'd he had a charge to do. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The colour of the king doth come and go [1] => Between his purpose and his conscience, [2] => Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: [3] => His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence [1] => The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We cannot hold mortality's strong hand: [1] => Good lords, although my will to give is living, [2] => The suit which you demand is gone and dead: [3] => He tells us Arthur is deceased to-night. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed we heard how near his death he was [1] => Before the child himself felt he was sick: [2] => This must be answer'd either here or hence. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why do you bend such solemn brows on me? [1] => Think you I bear the shears of destiny? [2] => Have I commandment on the pulse of life? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame [1] => That greatness should so grossly offer it: [2] => So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, [1] => And find the inheritance of this poor child, [2] => His little kingdom of a forced grave. [3] => That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle, [4] => Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while! [5] => This must not be thus borne: this will break out [6] => To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They burn in indignation. I repent: [1] => There is no sure foundation set on blood, [2] => No certain life achieved by others' death. [3] => A fearful eye thou hast: where is that blood [4] => That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? [5] => So foul a sky clears not without a storm: [6] => Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Messenger ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From France to England. Never such a power [1] => For any foreign preparation [2] => Was levied in the body of a land. [3] => The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; [4] => For when you should be told they do prepare, [5] => The tidings come that they are all arrived. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? [1] => Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care, [2] => That such an army could be drawn in France, [3] => And she not hear of it? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, her ear [1] => Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April died [2] => Your noble mother: and, as I hear, my lord, [3] => The Lady Constance in a frenzy died [4] => Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue [5] => I idly heard; if true or false I know not. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion! [1] => O, make a league with me, till I have pleased [2] => My discontented peers! What! mother dead! [3] => How wildly then walks my estate in France! [4] => Under whose conduct came those powers of France [5] => That thou for truth givest out are landed here? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Under the Dauphin. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast made me giddy [1] => With these ill tidings. [2] => Now, what says the world [3] => To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff [4] => My head with more ill news, for it is full. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter the BASTARD and PETER of Pomfret ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But if you be afeard to hear the worst, [1] => Then let the worst unheard fall on your bead. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bear with me cousin, for I was amazed [1] => Under the tide: but now I breathe again [2] => Aloft the flood, and can give audience [3] => To any tongue, speak it of what it will. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How I have sped among the clergymen, [1] => The sums I have collected shall express. [2] => But as I travell'd hither through the land, [3] => I find the people strangely fantasied; [4] => Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams, [5] => Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear: [6] => And here a prophet, that I brought with me [7] => From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found [8] => With many hundreds treading on his heels; [9] => To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, [10] => That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon, [11] => Your highness should deliver up your crown. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hubert, away with him; imprison him; [1] => And on that day at noon whereon he says [2] => I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd. [3] => Deliver him to safety; and return, [4] => For I must use thee. [5] => O my gentle cousin, [6] => Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt HUBERT with PETER ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it: [1] => Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury, [2] => With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire, [3] => And others more, going to seek the grave [4] => Of Arthur, who they say is kill'd to-night [5] => On your suggestion. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentle kinsman, go, [1] => And thrust thyself into their companies: [2] => I have a way to win their loves again; [3] => Bring them before me. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => I will seek them out. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, but make haste; the better foot before. [1] => O, let me have no subject enemies, [2] => When adverse foreigners affright my towns [3] => With dreadful pomp of stout invasion! [4] => Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels, [5] => And fly like thought from them to me again. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman. [1] => Go after him; for he perhaps shall need [2] => Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; [3] => And be thou he. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => With all my heart, my liege. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => My mother dead! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night; [1] => Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about [2] => The other four in wondrous motion. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Five moons! ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Old men and beldams in the streets [1] => Do prophesy upon it dangerously: [2] => Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: [3] => And when they talk of him, they shake their heads [4] => And whisper one another in the ear; [5] => And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist, [6] => Whilst he that hears makes fearful action, [7] => With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. [8] => I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, [9] => The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, [10] => With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; [11] => Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, [12] => Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste [13] => Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, [14] => Told of a many thousand warlike French [15] => That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent: [16] => Another lean unwash'd artificer [17] => Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears? [1] => Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? [2] => Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause [3] => To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is the curse of kings to be attended [1] => By slaves that take their humours for a warrant [2] => To break within the bloody house of life, [3] => And on the winking of authority [4] => To understand a law, to know the meaning [5] => Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns [6] => More upon humour than advised respect. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Here is your hand and seal for what I did. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth [1] => Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal [2] => Witness against us to damnation! [3] => How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds [4] => Make deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by, [5] => A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, [6] => Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame, [7] => This murder had not come into my mind: [8] => But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, [9] => Finding thee fit for bloody villany, [10] => Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger, [11] => I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; [12] => And thou, to be endeared to a king, [13] => Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => My lord-- ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause [1] => When I spake darkly what I purposed, [2] => Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, [3] => As bid me tell my tale in express words, [4] => Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, [5] => And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me: [6] => But thou didst understand me by my signs [7] => And didst in signs again parley with sin; [8] => Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, [9] => And consequently thy rude hand to act [10] => The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name. [11] => Out of my sight, and never see me more! [12] => My nobles leave me; and my state is braved, [13] => Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: [14] => Nay, in the body of this fleshly land, [15] => This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, [16] => Hostility and civil tumult reigns [17] => Between my conscience and my cousin's death. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Arm you against your other enemies, [1] => I'll make a peace between your soul and you. [2] => Young Arthur is alive: this hand of mine [3] => Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand, [4] => Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. [5] => Within this bosom never enter'd yet [6] => The dreadful motion of a murderous thought; [7] => And you have slander'd nature in my form, [8] => Which, howsoever rude exteriorly, [9] => Is yet the cover of a fairer mind [10] => Than to be butcher of an innocent child. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers, [1] => Throw this report on their incensed rage, [2] => And make them tame to their obedience! [3] => Forgive the comment that my passion made [4] => Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, [5] => And foul imaginary eyes of blood [6] => Presented thee more hideous than thou art. [7] => O, answer not, but to my closet bring [8] => The angry lords with all expedient haste. [9] => I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Before the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ARTHUR, on the walls [1] => Dies [2] => Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and BIGOT [3] => Enter the BASTARD [4] => Seeing ARTHUR [5] => Enter HUBERT [6] => Drawing his sword [7] => Exeunt Lords [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARTHUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The wall is high, and yet will I leap down: [1] => Good ground, be pitiful and hurt me not! [2] => There's few or none do know me: if they did, [3] => This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me quite. [4] => I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it. [5] => If I get down, and do not break my limbs, [6] => I'll find a thousand shifts to get away: [7] => As good to die and go, as die and stay. [8] => O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones: [9] => Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones! ) [STAGEDIR] => Leaps down ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury: [1] => It is our safety, and we must embrace [2] => This gentle offer of the perilous time. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Who brought that letter from the cardinal? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Count Melun, a noble lord of France, [1] => Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love [2] => Is much more general than these lines import. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => To-morrow morning let us meet him then. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or rather then set forward; for 'twill be [1] => Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords! [1] => The king by me requests your presence straight. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath dispossess'd himself of us: [1] => We will not line his thin bestained cloak [2] => With our pure honours, nor attend the foot [3] => That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks. [4] => Return and tell him so: we know the worst. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But there is little reason in your grief; [1] => Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => 'Tis true, to hurt his master, no man else. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => This is the prison. What is he lies here? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty! [1] => The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Murder, as hating what himself hath done, [1] => Doth lay it open to urge on revenge. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, [1] => Found it too precious-princely for a grave. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld, [1] => Or have you read or heard? or could you think? [2] => Or do you almost think, although you see, [3] => That you do see? could thought, without this object, [4] => Form such another? This is the very top, [5] => The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, [6] => Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, [7] => The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, [8] => That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage [9] => Presented to the tears of soft remorse. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All murders past do stand excused in this: [1] => And this, so sole and so unmatchable, [2] => Shall give a holiness, a purity, [3] => To the yet unbegotten sin of times; [4] => And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest, [5] => Exampled by this heinous spectacle. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is a damned and a bloody work; [1] => The graceless action of a heavy hand, [2] => If that it be the work of any hand. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that it be the work of any hand! [1] => We had a kind of light what would ensue: [2] => It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; [3] => The practise and the purpose of the king: [4] => From whose obedience I forbid my soul, [5] => Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, [6] => And breathing to his breathless excellence [7] => The incense of a vow, a holy vow, [8] => Never to taste the pleasures of the world, [9] => Never to be infected with delight, [10] => Nor conversant with ease and idleness, [11] => Till I have set a glory to this hand, [12] => By giving it the worship of revenge. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => PEMBROKE [1] => BIGOT ) [LINE] => Our souls religiously confirm thy words. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: [1] => Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, he is old and blushes not at death. [1] => Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => I am no villain. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Must I rob the law? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; [1] => By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours: [2] => I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, [3] => Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; [4] => Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget [5] => Your worth, your greatness and nobility. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => Out, dunghill! darest thou brave a nobleman? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not for my life: but yet I dare defend [1] => My innocent life against an emperor. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Thou art a murderer. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not prove me so; [1] => Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false, [2] => Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Cut him to pieces. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Keep the peace, I say. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: [1] => If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, [2] => Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, [3] => I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; [4] => Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, [5] => That you shall think the devil is come from hell. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? [1] => Second a villain and a murderer? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Lord Bigot, I am none. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => Who kill'd this prince? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: [1] => I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep [2] => My date of life out for his sweet life's loss. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, [1] => For villany is not without such rheum; [2] => And he, long traded in it, makes it seem [3] => Like rivers of remorse and innocency. [4] => Away with me, all you whose souls abhor [5] => The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house; [6] => For I am stifled with this smell of sin. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIGOT [LINE] => Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => There tell the king he may inquire us out. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work? [1] => Beyond the infinite and boundless reach [2] => Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, [3] => Art thou damn'd, Hubert. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Do but hear me, sir. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! I'll tell thee what; [1] => Thou'rt damn'd as black--nay, nothing is so black; [2] => Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer: [3] => There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell [4] => As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Upon my soul-- ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou didst but consent [1] => To this most cruel act, do but despair; [2] => And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread [3] => That ever spider twisted from her womb [4] => Will serve to strangle thee, a rush will be a beam [5] => To hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyself, [6] => Put but a little water in a spoon, [7] => And it shall be as all the ocean, [8] => Enough to stifle such a villain up. [9] => I do suspect thee very grievously. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, [1] => Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath [2] => Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, [3] => Let hell want pains enough to torture me. [4] => I left him well. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, bear him in thine arms. [1] => I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way [2] => Among the thorns and dangers of this world. [3] => How easy dost thou take all England up! [4] => From forth this morsel of dead royalty, [5] => The life, the right and truth of all this realm [6] => Is fled to heaven; and England now is left [7] => To tug and scamble and to part by the teeth [8] => The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. [9] => Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty [10] => Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest [11] => And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace: [12] => Now powers from home and discontents at home [13] => Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits, [14] => As doth a raven on a sick-fall'n beast, [15] => The imminent decay of wrested pomp. [16] => Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can [17] => Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child [18] => And follow me with speed: I'll to the king: [19] => A thousand businesses are brief in hand, [20] => And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. KING JOHN'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING JOHN, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants [1] => Giving the crown [2] => Exit [3] => Enter the BASTARD [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus have I yielded up into your hand [1] => The circle of my glory. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take again [1] => From this my hand, as holding of the pope [2] => Your sovereign greatness and authority. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now keep your holy word: go meet the French, [1] => And from his holiness use all your power [2] => To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed. [3] => Our discontented counties do revolt; [4] => Our people quarrel with obedience, [5] => Swearing allegiance and the love of soul [6] => To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. [7] => This inundation of mistemper'd humour [8] => Rests by you only to be qualified: [9] => Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, [10] => That present medicine must be minister'd, [11] => Or overthrow incurable ensues. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was my breath that blew this tempest up, [1] => Upon your stubborn usage of the pope; [2] => But since you are a gentle convertite, [3] => My tongue shall hush again this storm of war [4] => And make fair weather in your blustering land. [5] => On this Ascension-day, remember well, [6] => Upon your oath of service to the pope, [7] => Go I to make the French lay down their arms. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet [1] => Say that before Ascension-day at noon [2] => My crown I should give off? Even so I have: [3] => I did suppose it should be on constraint: [4] => But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out [1] => But Dover castle: London hath received, [2] => Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: [3] => Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone [4] => To offer service to your enemy, [5] => And wild amazement hurries up and down [6] => The little number of your doubtful friends. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would not my lords return to me again, [1] => After they heard young Arthur was alive? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They found him dead and cast into the streets, [1] => An empty casket, where the jewel of life [2] => By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => That villain Hubert told me he did live. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. [1] => But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? [2] => Be great in act, as you have been in thought; [3] => Let not the world see fear and sad distrust [4] => Govern the motion of a kingly eye: [5] => Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; [6] => Threaten the threatener and outface the brow [7] => Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, [8] => That borrow their behaviors from the great, [9] => Grow great by your example and put on [10] => The dauntless spirit of resolution. [11] => Away, and glister like the god of war, [12] => When he intendeth to become the field: [13] => Show boldness and aspiring confidence. [14] => What, shall they seek the lion in his den, [15] => And fright him there? and make him tremble there? [16] => O, let it not be said: forage, and run [17] => To meet displeasure farther from the doors, [18] => And grapple with him ere he comes so nigh. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The legate of the pope hath been with me, [1] => And I have made a happy peace with him; [2] => And he hath promised to dismiss the powers [3] => Led by the Dauphin. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O inglorious league! [1] => Shall we, upon the footing of our land, [2] => Send fair-play orders and make compromise, [3] => Insinuation, parley and base truce [4] => To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, [5] => A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, [6] => And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil, [7] => Mocking the air with colours idly spread, [8] => And find no cheque? Let us, my liege, to arms: [9] => Perchance the cardinal cannot make your peace; [10] => Or if he do, let it at least be said [11] => They saw we had a purpose of defence. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Have thou the ordering of this present time. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, then, with good courage! yet, I know, [1] => Our party may well meet a prouder foe. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers [1] => Enter the BASTARD, attended [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord Melun, let this be copied out, [1] => And keep it safe for our remembrance: [2] => Return the precedent to these lords again; [3] => That, having our fair order written down, [4] => Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes, [5] => May know wherefore we took the sacrament [6] => And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon our sides it never shall be broken. [1] => And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear [2] => A voluntary zeal and an unurged faith [3] => To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince, [4] => I am not glad that such a sore of time [5] => Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, [6] => And heal the inveterate canker of one wound [7] => By making many. O, it grieves my soul, [8] => That I must draw this metal from my side [9] => To be a widow-maker! O, and there [10] => Where honourable rescue and defence [11] => Cries out upon the name of Salisbury! [12] => But such is the infection of the time, [13] => That, for the health and physic of our right, [14] => We cannot deal but with the very hand [15] => Of stern injustice and confused wrong. [16] => And is't not pity, O my grieved friends, [17] => That we, the sons and children of this isle, [18] => Were born to see so sad an hour as this; [19] => Wherein we step after a stranger march [20] => Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up [21] => Her enemies' ranks,--I must withdraw and weep [22] => Upon the spot of this enforced cause,-- [23] => To grace the gentry of a land remote, [24] => And follow unacquainted colours here? [25] => What, here? O nation, that thou couldst remove! [26] => That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, [27] => Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, [28] => And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; [29] => Where these two Christian armies might combine [30] => The blood of malice in a vein of league, [31] => And not to spend it so unneighbourly! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A noble temper dost thou show in this; [1] => And great affections wrestling in thy bosom [2] => Doth make an earthquake of nobility. [3] => O, what a noble combat hast thou fought [4] => Between compulsion and a brave respect! [5] => Let me wipe off this honourable dew, [6] => That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks: [7] => My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, [8] => Being an ordinary inundation; [9] => But this effusion of such manly drops, [10] => This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, [11] => Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed [12] => Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven [13] => Figured quite o'er with burning meteors. [14] => Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, [15] => And with a great heart heave away the storm: [16] => Commend these waters to those baby eyes [17] => That never saw the giant world enraged; [18] => Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, [19] => Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping. [20] => Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep [21] => Into the purse of rich prosperity [22] => As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all, [23] => That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. [24] => And even there, methinks, an angel spake: [25] => Look, where the holy legate comes apace, [26] => To give us warrant from the hand of heaven [27] => And on our actions set the name of right [28] => With holy breath. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, noble prince of France! [1] => The next is this, King John hath reconciled [2] => Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, [3] => That so stood out against the holy church, [4] => The great metropolis and see of Rome: [5] => Therefore thy threatening colours now wind up; [6] => And tame the savage spirit of wild war, [7] => That like a lion foster'd up at hand, [8] => It may lie gently at the foot of peace, [9] => And be no further harmful than in show. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back: [1] => I am too high-born to be propertied, [2] => To be a secondary at control, [3] => Or useful serving-man and instrument, [4] => To any sovereign state throughout the world. [5] => Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars [6] => Between this chastised kingdom and myself, [7] => And brought in matter that should feed this fire; [8] => And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out [9] => With that same weak wind which enkindled it. [10] => You taught me how to know the face of right, [11] => Acquainted me with interest to this land, [12] => Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart; [13] => And come ye now to tell me John hath made [14] => His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? [15] => I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, [16] => After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; [17] => And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back [18] => Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? [19] => Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, [20] => What men provided, what munition sent, [21] => To underprop this action? Is't not I [22] => That undergo this charge? who else but I, [23] => And such as to my claim are liable, [24] => Sweat in this business and maintain this war? [25] => Have I not heard these islanders shout out [26] => 'Vive le roi!' as I have bank'd their towns? [27] => Have I not here the best cards for the game, [28] => To win this easy match play'd for a crown? [29] => And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? [30] => No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => You look but on the outside of this work. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Outside or inside, I will not return [1] => Till my attempt so much be glorified [2] => As to my ample hope was promised [3] => Before I drew this gallant head of war, [4] => And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, [5] => To outlook conquest and to win renown [6] => Even in the jaws of danger and of death. [7] => What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? ) [STAGEDIR] => Trumpet sounds ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => According to the fair play of the world, [1] => Let me have audience; I am sent to speak: [2] => My holy lord of Milan, from the king [3] => I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; [4] => And, as you answer, I do know the scope [5] => And warrant limited unto my tongue. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite, [1] => And will not temporize with my entreaties; [2] => He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By all the blood that ever fury breathed, [1] => The youth says well. Now hear our English king; [2] => For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [3] => He is prepared, and reason too he should: [4] => This apish and unmannerly approach, [5] => This harness'd masque and unadvised revel, [6] => This unhair'd sauciness and boyish troops, [7] => The king doth smile at; and is well prepared [8] => To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, [9] => From out the circle of his territories. [10] => That hand which had the strength, even at your door, [11] => To cudgel you and make you take the hatch, [12] => To dive like buckets in concealed wells, [13] => To crouch in litter of your stable planks, [14] => To lie like pawns lock'd up in chests and trunks, [15] => To hug with swine, to seek sweet safety out [16] => In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake [17] => Even at the crying of your nation's crow, [18] => Thinking his voice an armed Englishman; [19] => Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, [20] => That in your chambers gave you chastisement? [21] => No: know the gallant monarch is in arms [22] => And like an eagle o'er his aery towers, [23] => To souse annoyance that comes near his nest. [24] => And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, [25] => You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb [26] => Of your dear mother England, blush for shame; [27] => For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids [28] => Like Amazons come tripping after drums, [29] => Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, [30] => Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts [31] => To fierce and bloody inclination. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace; [1] => We grant thou canst outscold us: fare thee well; [2] => We hold our time too precious to be spent [3] => With such a brabbler. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL PANDULPH [LINE] => Give me leave to speak. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => No, I will speak. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will attend to neither. [1] => Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war [2] => Plead for our interest and our being here. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed your drums, being beaten, will cry out; [1] => And so shall you, being beaten: do but start [2] => An echo with the clamour of thy drum, [3] => And even at hand a drum is ready braced [4] => That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; [5] => Sound but another, and another shall [6] => As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear [7] => And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand, [8] => Not trusting to this halting legate here, [9] => Whom he hath used rather for sport than need [10] => Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits [11] => A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day [12] => To feast upon whole thousands of the French. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The field of battle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This fever, that hath troubled me so long, [1] => Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, [1] => Desires your majesty to leave the field [2] => And send him word by me which way you go. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be of good comfort; for the great supply [1] => That was expected by the Dauphin here, [2] => Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands. [3] => This news was brought to Richard but even now: [4] => The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up, [1] => And will not let me welcome this good news. [2] => Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; [3] => Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and BIGOT [1] => Enter MELUN, wounded [2] => Exeunt, leading off MELUN ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => I did not think the king so stored with friends. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Up once again; put spirit in the French: [1] => If they miscarry, we miscarry too. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, [1] => In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => They say King John sore sick hath left the field. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MELUN [LINE] => Lead me to the revolts of England here. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => When we were happy we had other names. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => It is the Count Melun. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Wounded to death. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MELUN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; [1] => Unthread the rude eye of rebellion [2] => And welcome home again discarded faith. [3] => Seek out King John and fall before his feet; [4] => For if the French be lords of this loud day, [5] => He means to recompense the pains you take [6] => By cutting off your heads: thus hath he sworn [7] => And I with him, and many moe with me, [8] => Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury; [9] => Even on that altar where we swore to you [10] => Dear amity and everlasting love. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => May this be possible? may this be true? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MELUN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have I not hideous death within my view, [1] => Retaining but a quantity of life, [2] => Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax [3] => Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire? [4] => What in the world should make me now deceive, [5] => Since I must lose the use of all deceit? [6] => Why should I then be false, since it is true [7] => That I must die here and live hence by truth? [8] => I say again, if Lewis do win the day, [9] => He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours [10] => Behold another day break in the east: [11] => But even this night, whose black contagious breath [12] => Already smokes about the burning crest [13] => Of the old, feeble and day-wearied sun, [14] => Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire, [15] => Paying the fine of rated treachery [16] => Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, [17] => If Lewis by your assistance win the day. [18] => Commend me to one Hubert with your king: [19] => The love of him, and this respect besides, [20] => For that my grandsire was an Englishman, [21] => Awakes my conscience to confess all this. [22] => In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence [23] => From forth the noise and rumour of the field, [24] => Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts [25] => In peace, and part this body and my soul [26] => With contemplation and devout desires. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We do believe thee: and beshrew my soul [1] => But I do love the favour and the form [2] => Of this most fair occasion, by the which [3] => We will untread the steps of damned flight, [4] => And like a bated and retired flood, [5] => Leaving our rankness and irregular course, [6] => Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd [7] => And cabby run on in obedience [8] => Even to our ocean, to our great King John. [9] => My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; [10] => For I do see the cruel pangs of death [11] => Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight; [12] => And happy newness, that intends old right. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The French camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LEWIS and his train [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sun of heaven methought was loath to set, [1] => But stay'd and made the western welkin blush, [2] => When English measure backward their own ground [3] => In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, [4] => When with a volley of our needless shot, [5] => After such bloody toil, we bid good night; [6] => And wound our tattering colours clearly up, [7] => Last in the field, and almost lords of it! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Where is my prince, the Dauphin? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Here: what news? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Count Melun is slain; the English lords [1] => By his persuasion are again fall'n off, [2] => And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, [3] => Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart! [1] => I did not think to be so sad to-night [2] => As this hath made me. Who was he that said [3] => King John did fly an hour or two before [4] => The stumbling night did part our weary powers? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LEWIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night: [1] => The day shall not be up so soon as I, [2] => To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, severally [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => A friend. What art thou? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Of the part of England. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Whither dost thou go? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's that to thee? why may not I demand [1] => Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Hubert, I think? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast a perfect thought: [1] => I will upon all hazards well believe [2] => Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well. [3] => Who art thou? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who thou wilt: and if thou please, [1] => Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think [2] => I come one way of the Plantagenets. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night [1] => Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me, [2] => That any accent breaking from thy tongue [3] => Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, here walk I in the black brow of night, [1] => To find you out. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Brief, then; and what's the news? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, [1] => Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show me the very wound of this ill news: [1] => I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: [1] => I left him almost speechless; and broke out [2] => To acquaint you with this evil, that you might [3] => The better arm you to the sudden time, [4] => Than if you had at leisure known of this. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => How did he take it? who did taste to him? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, [1] => Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king [2] => Yet speaks and peradventure may recover. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HUBERT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, know you not? the lords are all come back, [1] => And brought Prince Henry in their company; [2] => At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, [3] => And they are all about his majesty. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, [1] => And tempt us not to bear above our power! [2] => I'll tell tree, Hubert, half my power this night, [3] => Passing these flats, are taken by the tide; [4] => These Lincoln Washes have devoured them; [5] => Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped. [6] => Away before: conduct me to the king; [7] => I doubt he will be dead or ere I come. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. The orchard in Swinstead Abbey. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT [1] => Enter PEMBROKE [2] => Exit BIGOT [3] => Enter Attendants, and BIGOT, carrying KING JOHN in a chair [4] => Enter the BASTARD [5] => KING JOHN dies [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is too late: the life of all his blood [1] => Is touch'd corruptibly, and his pure brain, [2] => Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house, [3] => Doth by the idle comments that it makes [4] => Foretell the ending of mortality. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief [1] => That, being brought into the open air, [2] => It would allay the burning quality [3] => Of that fell poison which assaileth him. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him be brought into the orchard here. [1] => Doth he still rage? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEMBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is more patient [1] => Than when you left him; even now he sung. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes [1] => In their continuance will not feel themselves. [2] => Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, [3] => Leaves them invisible, and his siege is now [4] => Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds [5] => With many legions of strange fantasies, [6] => Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, [7] => Confound themselves. 'Tis strange that death [8] => should sing. [9] => I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, [10] => Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, [11] => And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings [12] => His soul and body to their lasting rest. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born [1] => To set a form upon that indigest [2] => Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room; [1] => It would not out at windows nor at doors. [2] => There is so hot a summer in my bosom, [3] => That all my bowels crumble up to dust: [4] => I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen [5] => Upon a parchment, and against this fire [6] => Do I shrink up. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How fares your majesty? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Poison'd,--ill fare--dead, forsook, cast off: [1] => And none of you will bid the winter come [2] => To thrust his icy fingers in my maw, [3] => Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course [4] => Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north [5] => To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips [6] => And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much, [7] => I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait [8] => And so ingrateful, you deny me that. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O that there were some virtue in my tears, [1] => That might relieve you! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The salt in them is hot. [1] => Within me is a hell; and there the poison [2] => Is as a fiend confined to tyrannize [3] => On unreprievable condemned blood. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I am scalded with my violent motion, [1] => And spleen of speed to see your majesty! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: [1] => The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd, [2] => And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail [3] => Are turned to one thread, one little hair: [4] => My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, [5] => Which holds but till thy news be uttered; [6] => And then all this thou seest is but a clod [7] => And module of confounded royalty. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, [1] => Where heaven He knows how we shall answer him; [2] => For in a night the best part of my power, [3] => As I upon advantage did remove, [4] => Were in the Washes all unwarily [5] => Devoured by the unexpected flood. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. [1] => My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even so must I run on, and even so stop. [1] => What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, [2] => When this was now a king, and now is clay? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind [1] => To do the office for thee of revenge, [2] => And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, [3] => As it on earth hath been thy servant still. [4] => Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres, [5] => Where be your powers? show now your mended faiths, [6] => And instantly return with me again, [7] => To push destruction and perpetual shame [8] => Out of the weak door of our fainting land. [9] => Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; [10] => The Dauphin rages at our very heels. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It seems you know not, then, so much as we: [1] => The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, [2] => Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin, [3] => And brings from him such offers of our peace [4] => As we with honour and respect may take, [5] => With purpose presently to leave this war. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He will the rather do it when he sees [1] => Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, it is in a manner done already; [1] => For many carriages he hath dispatch'd [2] => To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel [3] => To the disposing of the cardinal: [4] => With whom yourself, myself and other lords, [5] => If you think meet, this afternoon will post [6] => To consummate this business happily. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it be so: and you, my noble prince, [1] => With other princes that may best be spared, [2] => Shall wait upon your father's funeral. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At Worcester must his body be interr'd; [1] => For so he will'd it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thither shall it then: [1] => And happily may your sweet self put on [2] => The lineal state and glory of the land! [3] => To whom with all submission, on my knee [4] => I do bequeath my faithful services [5] => And true subjection everlastingly. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And the like tender of our love we make, [1] => To rest without a spot for evermore. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a kind soul that would give you thanks [1] => And knows not how to do it but with tears. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let us pay the time but needful woe, [1] => Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. [2] => This England never did, nor never shall, [3] => Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, [4] => But when it first did help to wound itself. [5] => Now these her princes are come home again, [6] => Come the three corners of the world in arms, [7] => And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, [8] => If England to itself do rest but true. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )