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My date of life out, for his tweet life's lofs.
Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there. Pemb. There, tell the King, he may enquire us out. [Exeunt Lords.
S CE NE VII.
Faulc. Here's a good world. Knew you of this fair work?
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou did't this deed of death
Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.
Faule. Ha! I'll tell thee what,
Thou'rt damn'd fo black-nay, nothing is fo black;
Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer.
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.
Faulc. If thou didst but confent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And if thou want'ft a cord, the smallest thread,
To hang thee on: or wouldst thou drown thyself,
And it fhall be as all the ocean,
I do fufpect thee very grievously.
Hub. If I in act, confent, or fin of thought, Be guilty of the ftealing that fweet breath,
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Faulc. Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amaz'd, methinks, and lose my way:
And heav'n itself doth frown upon the Land. [Exeunt.
3 The imminent decay of wrested pomp.] Wrefted pomp is greatness obtained by violence.
A CT V.
The Court of ENGLAND.
Enter King John, Pandulpho, and Attendants.
HUS I have yielded up into your hand
Pand. Take again
[Giving the Crown.
From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your fovereign Greatness and Authority.
K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the
And from his Holinefs ufe all your power
Then paufe not; for the present time's fo fick,
Or Overthrow incurable infues.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up,. Upon your stubborn ufage of the Pope :
But fince you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hufh again this storm of war;
And make fair weather in your bluft'ring Land.
Upon your oath of fervice to the Pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. K. John. Is this Afcenfion-day? did not the Prophet Say, that before Afcenfion day at noon
My Crown I fhould give off? even fo I have:
Faulc. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out But Dover-Caftle: London hath receiv'd,
Like a kind hoft, the Dauphin and his Powers.
And wild amazement hurries up and down
K. John. Would not my Lords return to me again, After they heard, young Arthur was alive?
Faulc. They found him dead, and caft into the streets,
Be ftirring as the time; be fire with fire;
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
~Forage, and run] To forage is here ufed in its original fenfe, for to range abroad.
To meet difpleasure farther from the doors;
K John. The legate of the Pope hath been with me, And I have made a happy peace with him; And he hath promis'd to dismiss the Powers Led by the Dauphin.
Faulc. Oh inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our Land,
To arms invasive ? fhall a beardless boy,
Mocking the air with Colours idly spread3,
They faw, we had a purpose of defence.
K. John. Have thou the ord'ring of this prefent time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our Party may well meet a prouder foe.
5 Mocking the air with colours] He has the fame image in Macbeth.
Where the Norwegian colours
Our party may well meet a
prouder foc.] Let us then away with courage; yet I fo well know the faintness of our party, that I think it may easily happen that they fhall encounter enemies who have more Spirit than themSelves.