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Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
heart: And come you now to tell me, John hath made His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me! I, by the honour of my marriage-bed After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; And, now it is half conquer’d, must I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave ? No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
[Trumpet sounds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Enter FAULCONBRIDGE and ENGLISH GENTLEMEN.
Faul. According to the fair-play of the world,
Pan. The dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
Faul. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, The youth says well :-Now hear our English King: For thus his royalty doth speak in me;He is prepar'd, and reason too he should, To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, From out the circle of his territories. Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? No: know, the gallant monarch is in arms; And, like an eagle o'er his aiery towers,
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
Lew. We grant, thou canst out-scold us : fare thee
We hold our time too precious to be spent
Pan. Give me leave to speak.
Lew. We will attend to neither:
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.
(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Exeunt,
A Field of Battle.
Drums, Trumpets, Shouts, &c. Enter HUBERT, King John, English GENTLE
and GUARDS. K. John. How goes the day with us ? O tell me,
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me :-0, my heart is sick !
Enter ENGLISH HERALD. E. Her. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon
bridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And send him word by me, which way you go. K. John. Tell him toward Swinstead, to the abbey
there. E. Her. Be of good comfort: for the great supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now: The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
[Exit English HERALDS. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcoine this good news.Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
[Drums, Trumpets &c.-Exeunt.
Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and Essex. Ess. I did not think the king so stor’d with friends.
Pem. Up once again ; put spirit in the French; If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Pem. They say, King John, sore sick, hath left the
field. Enter CHATILLON wounded, and led by Two FRENCH
GENTLEMEN. Cha. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Pem. It is Chatillon, Sal. Wounded to death. Cha. Fly, noble English ; you are bought and
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
Cha. Have I not hideous death within my view
I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
soul With contemplation and devout desires.
Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my soul, But I do love the favour and the form Of this most fair occasion, by the which We will untread the steps ofdamned flight ; And, like a bated and retired flood, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook’d, And calmly run on in obedience, Even to our ocean, to our great King John.-My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; For I do see the cruel pangs of death Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! [Drums and Trumpets, fc.-Exeunt, leading off
A Retreat sounded.
Lewis. The sun of Heaven, methought, was loatk
to set ;