And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death. [Trumpet founds SCENE IV. Enter Baftard. Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful, oppofite, He is prepar'd, and reafon too he should. That hand which had the strength ev'n at your door Of Of your dear mother England, blufh for fhame. Lewis. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold us; fare thee well: We hold our time too precious to be spent With fuch a babler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Baft. No, I will speak. Lewis. We will attend to neither : Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our int'reft, and our being here. Baft. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out An echo with the clamour of thy drum, Lewis. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. SCENE V. The Field of Battle. K. John. How goes the day with us? oh, tell me, Hubert, K. John. This feaver that hath troubled me fo long, Lyes heavy on me: oh, my heart is fick ! Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Lord, your valiant kinfman Faulconbridge Defires your Majefty to leave the field, VOL. IV. Y And And fend him word by me which way you go! K. John. Tell him, tow'rd Swinftead; to the Abby there. Mef. Be of good comfort: for the great supply That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin-fands. This news was brought to Richard but ev'n now, The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. "K. John. Ah me! this tyrant feaver burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news. Set on tow'rd Swinftead; to my litter ftrait, Weakness poffeffeth me, and I am faint. SCENE VI. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot. [Exeunt, Sal. I did not think the King fo ftor'd with friends, Sal. That mif-begotten devil Faulconbridge, Pem. They fay, King John fore fick hath left the field Melun, Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to death. Melun. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith. Seek out King John, and fali before his feet. Even on that altar where we fwore to you Sal. May this be poffible? may this be true? Which bleeds away, ev'n as a form of wax What What in the world fhould make me now deceive, Why should I then be falfe, fince it is true He is forfworn if e'er thofe eyes of yours But ev'n this night, whose black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied fun, Ev'n with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Sal. We do believe thee, and befhrew my foul Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Stoop low within those bounds we have. o'er-look'd, And calmly run on in obedience Ev'n to our Ocean, to our great King John. Pight in thine eyes. Away, my friends, and fly! [Exeunt, leading Melun. SCENE VII. The French Camp. Lewis. The fun of heav'n methought was loth to fet, But ftaid, and made the western welkin blush, Y 2 When When th' English measur'd backward their own ground Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Where is my Prince, the Dauphin ? Mef. The Count Melun is flain; the English Lords And your fupply which you have wish'd fo long Lewis, Ah foul fhrewd news! Befhrew thy very heart, I did not think to be fo fad to-night As this hath made me. Who was he that faid King John did fly an hour or two before The ftumbling night did part our weary powers? Lewis. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to-night; The day fhall not be up fo foou as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. A place near Swinftead Abby. Enter Baftard and Hubert feverally. Hub. Who's there? fpeak, ho, fpeak quickly, or I shoot, Hub. Of the part of England. Baft. And whither doft thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand of thine affairs, Baft. Hubert, I think. Hub, Thou haft a perfect thought: I will upon all hazards well believe Thou art my friend, that know'ft my tongue fo well: Who art thou? Baft. Who thou wilt; and if thou please Thou may'ft be-friend me fo much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou and eyelefs night |