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King John
act iv   Scene 2.
William Shakespeare
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       England. KING JOHN'S palace
       Enter KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other LORDS
       KING JOHN
       Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
       And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
       PEMBROKE
       This once again, but that your Highness pleas'd,
       Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
       And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off,
       The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
       Fresh expectation troubled not the land
       With any long'd-for change or better state.
       SALISBURY
       Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
       To guard a title that was rich before,
       To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
       To throw a perfume on the violet,
       To smooth the ice, or add another hue
       Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
       To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
       Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
       PEMBROKE
       But that your royal pleasure must be done,
       This act is as an ancient tale new told
       And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
       Being urged at a time unseasonable.
       SALISBURY
       In this the antique and well-noted face
       Of plain old form is much disfigured;
       And like a shifted wind unto a sail
       It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
       Startles and frights consideration,
       Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected,
       For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
       PEMBROKE
       When workmen strive to do better than well,
       They do confound their skill in covetousness;
       And oftentimes excusing of a fault
       Doth make the fault the worse by th' excuse,
       As patches set upon a little breach
       Discredit more in hiding of the fault
       Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
       SALISBURY
       To this effect, before you were new-crown'd,
       We breath'd our counsel; but it pleas'd your Highness
       To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd,
       Since all and every part of what we would
       Doth make a stand at what your Highness will.
       KING JOHN
       Some reasons of this double coronation
       I have possess'd you with, and think them strong;
       And more, more strong, when lesser is my fear,
       I shall indue you with. Meantime but ask
       What you would have reform'd that is not well,
       And well shall you perceive how willingly
       I will both hear and grant you your requests.
       PEMBROKE
       Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
       To sound the purposes of all their hearts,
       Both for myself and them- but, chief of all,
       Your safety, for the which myself and them
       Bend their best studies, heartily request
       Th' enfranchisement of Arthur, whose restraint
       Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
       To break into this dangerous argument:
       If what in rest you have in right you hold,
       Why then your fears-which, as they say, attend
       The steps of wrong-should move you to mew up
       Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
       With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
       The rich advantage of good exercise?
       That the time's enemies may not have this
       To grace occasions, let it be our suit
       That you have bid us ask his liberty;
       Which for our goods we do no further ask
       Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
       Counts it your weal he have his liberty.
       KING JOHN
       Let it be so. I do commit his youth
       To your direction.
       Enter HUBERT
       [Aside Hubert, what news with you?
       PEMBROKE
       This is the man should do the bloody deed:
       He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine;
       The image of a wicked heinous fault
       Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
       Doth show the mood of a much troubled breast,
       And I do fearfully believe 'tis done
       What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
       SALISBURY
       The colour of the King doth come and go
       Between his purpose and his conscience,
       Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set.
       His passion is so ripe it needs must break.
       PEMBROKE
       And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
       The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
       KING JOHN
       We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
       Good lords, although my will to give is living,
       The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
       He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to-night.
       SALISBURY
       Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past cure.
       PEMBROKE
       Indeed, we heard how near his death he was,
       Before the child himself felt he was sick.
       This must be answer'd either here or hence.
       KING JOHN
       Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
       Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
       Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
       SALISBURY
       It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame
       That greatness should so grossly offer it.
       So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell.
       PEMBROKE
       Stay yet, Lord Salisbury, I'll go with thee
       And find th' inheritance of this poor child,
       His little kingdom of a forced grave.
       That blood which ow'd the breadth of all this isle
       Three foot of it doth hold-bad world the while!
       This must not be thus borne: this will break out
       To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt.
       Exeunt LORDS
       KING JOHN
       They burn in indignation. I repent.
       There is no sure foundation set on blood,
       No certain life achiev'd by others' death.
       Enter a MESSENGER
       A fearful eye thou hast; where is that blood
       That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
       So foul a sky clears not without a storm.
       Pour down thy weather-how goes all in France?
       MESSENGER
       From France to England. Never such a pow'r
       For any foreign preparation
       Was levied in the body of a land.
       The copy of your speed is learn'd by them,
       For when you should be told they do prepare,
       The tidings comes that they are all arriv'd.
       KING JOHN
       O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
       Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care,
       That such an army could be drawn in France,
       And she not hear of it?
       MESSENGER
       My liege, her ear
       Is stopp'd with dust: the first of April died
       Your noble mother; and as I hear, my lord,
       The Lady Constance in a frenzy died
       Three days before; but this from rumour's tongue
       I idly heard-if true or false I know not.
       KING JOHN
       Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
       O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd
       My discontented peers! What! mother dead!
       How wildly then walks my estate in France!
       Under whose conduct came those pow'rs of France
       That thou for truth giv'st out are landed here?
       MESSENGER
       Under the Dauphin.
       KING JOHN
       Thou hast made me giddy
       With these in tidings.
       Enter the BASTARD and PETER OF POMFRET
       Now! What says the world
       To your proceedings? Do not seek to stuff
       My head with more ill news, for it is fun.
       BASTARD
       But if you be afear'd to hear the worst,
       Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head.
       KING JOHN
       Bear with me, cousin, for I was amaz'd
       Under the tide; but now I breathe again
       Aloft the flood, and can give audience
       To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
       BASTARD
       How I have sped among the clergymen
       The sums I have collected shall express.
       But as I travell'd hither through the land,
       I find the people strangely fantasied;
       Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams.
       Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear;
       And here's a prophet that I brought with me
       From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
       With many hundreds treading on his heels;
       To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes,
       That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
       Your Highness should deliver up your crown.
       KING JOHN
       Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
       PETER
       Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so.
       KING JOHN
       Hubert, away with him; imprison him;
       And on that day at noon whereon he says
       I shall yield up my crown let him be hang'd.
       Deliver him to safety; and return,
       For I must use thee.
       Exit HUBERT with PETER
       O my gentle cousin,
       Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd?
       BASTARD
       The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it;
       Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury,
       With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,
       And others more, going to seek the grave
       Of Arthur, whom they say is kill'd to-night
       On your suggestion.
       KING JOHN
       Gentle kinsman, go
       And thrust thyself into their companies.
       I have a way to will their loves again;
       Bring them before me.
       BASTARD
       I Will seek them out.
       KING JOHN
       Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.
       O, let me have no subject enemies
       When adverse foreigners affright my towns
       With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
       Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,
       And fly like thought from them to me again.
       BASTARD
       The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.
       KING JOHN
       Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.
       Exit BASTARD
       Go after him; for he perhaps shall need
       Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
       And be thou he.
       MESSENGER
       With all my heart, my liege.
       Exit
       KING JOHN
       My mother dead!
       Re-enter HUBERT
       HUBERT
       My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
       Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
       The other four in wondrous motion.
       KING JOHN
       Five moons!
       HUBERT
       Old men and beldams in the streets
       Do prophesy upon it dangerously;
       Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths;
       And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
       And whisper one another in the ear;
       And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist,
       Whilst he that hears makes fearful action
       With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
       I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
       The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
       With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
       Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
       Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste
       Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,
       Told of a many thousand warlike French
       That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
       Another lean unwash'd artificer
       Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
       KING JOHN
       Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?
       Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?
       Thy hand hath murd'red him. I had a mighty cause
       To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.
       HUBERT
       No had, my lord! Why, did you not provoke me?
       KING JOHN
       It is the curse of kings to be attended
       By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
       To break within the bloody house of life,
       And on the winking of authority
       To understand a law; to know the meaning
       Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
       More upon humour than advis'd respect.
       HUBERT
       Here is your hand and seal for what I did.
       KING JOHN
       O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth
       Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal
       Witness against us to damnation!
       How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
       Make deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by,
       A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
       Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame,
       This murder had not come into my mind;
       But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,
       Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,
       Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
       I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
       And thou, to be endeared to a king,
       Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.
       HUBERT
       My lord-
       KING JOHN
       Hadst thou but shook thy head or made pause,
       When I spake darkly what I purposed,
       Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,
       As bid me tell my tale in express words,
       Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
       And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.
       But thou didst understand me by my signs,
       And didst in signs again parley with sin;
       Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,
       And consequently thy rude hand to act
       The deed which both our tongues held vile to name.
       Out of my sight, and never see me more!
       My nobles leave me; and my state is braved,
       Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign pow'rs;
       Nay, in the body of the fleshly land,
       This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,
       Hostility and civil tumult reigns
       Between my conscience and my cousin's death.
       HUBERT
       Arm you against your other enemies,
       I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
       Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine
       Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
       Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
       Within this bosom never ent'red yet
       The dreadful motion of a murderous thought
       And you have slander'd nature in my form,
       Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
       Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
       Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
       KING JOHN
       Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
       Throw this report on their incensed rage
       And make them tame to their obedience!
       Forgive the comment that my passion made
       Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
       And foul imaginary eyes of blood
       Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
       O, answer not; but to my closet bring
       The angry lords with all expedient haste.
       I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast.
       Exeunt
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