So newly join'd in love, fo ftrong in both, My Reverend Father, let it not be fo; Pand. All form is formless, order orderlefs, France, thou may'ft hold a ferpent by the tongue, A chafed lion by the mortal paw, A fafting tyger fafer by the tooth, Than keep in peace that hand which thou doft hold. And being not done, where doing tends to ill, Is to mistake again; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct,. And falfehood falfehood cures; as fire cools fire, But thou haft fworn against religion. By what thou fwear'ft, against the thing thou fwear'ft, And mak'ft an oath the furety for thy truth; And better conqueft never canft thou make, So heavy, as thou fhalt not fhake them off; Faulc. Will't not be? Will not a calve's-fkin ftop that mouth of thine? Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day? What, fhall our feaft be kept with flaughter'd men? Conft. O, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Blanch. Now fhall I fee thy love; what motive may Be ftronger with thee than the name of wife? Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine ho nour! Lewis. I mufe your Majefty doth feem fo cold, When fuch profound refpects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curfe upon his head. E e VOL III. K. Phil. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall from thee. Conft. O fair return of banish'd Majesty! Eli. O foul revolt of French inconftancy! K. John. France, thou fhalt rue this hour within this hour. Faule. Old Time the clock-fetter, that bald fextonTime, Is it, as he will? well then, France fhall rue. Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: fair day, adieu! Which is the fide that I muft go withal? I am with both, each army hath a hand, And in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl afunder, and difmember me. Hufband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win : Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'ft lofe: Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive. Whoever wins, on that fide fhall I lofe; Affured lofs, before the match be play'd. Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. K. John. Coufin, go draw our puiffance together. [Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whofe heat hath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, "The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood of France. K. Phil. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou fhalt turn To afhes, ere our blood shall quench that fire. Look to thyfelf, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to a field of battle. Alarms, excurfions. Enter Faulconbridge, with Auftria's head. [hot; Faulc. Now, by my life, this day grows wond'rous Some fiery devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Auftria's head lie there.— Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow, Unto his father's ever-living foul. Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard, My mother is affailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. Faulc. My Lord, I refcu'd her. Her Highnefs is in fafety, fear you not SCENE V. [make up, [Exeunt Alarms, excurfions, retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be; your Grace shall stay behind So ftrongly guarded. Coufin, look not fad, [To Elinor. [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will And ere our coming fee thou shake the bags Faulc. Bell, book, and candle, fhall not drive me When gold and filver beck me to come on. I leave your Highnefs. Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy) For your fair fafety; fo I kifs your hand. K. John. Coz, farewel. Eli. Come hither, little kinfman ; [back, [Exit Faulc -hark, a word. [Taking him to one fide of the stage.. K. John. [to Hubert on the other fide.] Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flefl There is a foul counts thee her creditor, K. John. Good friend, thou haft no caufe to fay fo yet, But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow, • Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick, And ftrain their cheeks to idle merriment, (A paffion hateful to my purposes); Or if that thou couldft fee me without eyes, Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words; K. John. Do not I know thou would'ft? eye |