Lew. Father, to arms!

Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? Against the blood that thou hast married? O husband, hear me! and go not to arms Against mine uncle; on my knee I beg : Now shall I see thy love; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? Const. That which upholdeth him that the upholds,

His honour. O! thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!

Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold, When such profound respects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. K. Phi. Thou shalt not need.-England, I'll fall from thee.

K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour withìn

this hour.

Cousin, go draw our puissance now together,

[Exit Faul. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest blood of France. To arms!

[Exeunt.

The same.

Alarums; Excursions; Retreat. Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, FAULCONBRIDGE, HUBERT, and Lords.

King John.

O shall it be; your grace shall stay behind,

[To Elinor.

[To Arthur.

So strongly guarded.—Cousin, look not

sad:

Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.
Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief.
K. John. Cousin, away for England; haste before:
[To Faulconbridge.

And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now be fed upon :

Use our commission in his utmost force.

Faul. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me

back;

When gold and silver becks me to come on.

I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy)

For your fair safety: so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.

K. John.

Coz, farewell.

[Exit Faul.

Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.

[She takes Arthur aside.

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle

Hubert,

We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh

There is a soul counts thee her creditor,

And with advantage means to pày thy love.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,—
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.
Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty.

K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet:

But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.

I had a thing to say ;-but let it go:
The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience :-If the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound one unto the drowsy ear of night;
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick,
Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment;
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone;
Then, in despite of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
But, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heaven, I'd do't.

K. John.

Do not I know, thou would'st,

Good Hubert? Hubert, Hùbert, throw thine eye On yond' young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very sèrpent in my way;

And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

He lies before me : Dost thou understand me?

K. John.

My lord?

A gràve.

He shall not live.

Enough.

I could be mèrry now. Hubert, I love thee;

Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee.

For England, cousin : [to Arth.] Hubert shall attend you

With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt.

The French King's Tent.

Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH,
and Attendants.

Pandulph.

OURAGE and comfort! all shall yet go well.

Enter CONSTANCE.

K. Phi. Look! who comes here? a grave unto a

soul;

Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,

In the vile prison of afflicted breath :—

I pr'ythee, lady, go away with me.

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your pèace!
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle
Constance!

Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
Death, death :-O amiable lovely death!

Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love,

O, come to me!

K. Phi.

Thou fair affliction, peace!

Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :O! that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world; And rouse from sleèp that fell anatomy, Which cannot hèar a lady's feeble voice, And scorns a common invocation.

Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Const. Thou art not hòly to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine;
My name is Constance: I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost!

I am nòt màd :—I would to heaven, I were !
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
O! if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And, cardinal, thou shalt be cànoniz’d.

If I were mad, I should forget my son.—
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,
That we shall sèe and knòw our friends in heaven;
If that be, I shall see my boy again;

For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
There was not such a gracious creature born;

But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud,

And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;