-Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! Hub. I am no villain. Sal. Muft I rob the law? [Drawing his Sword. Faulc. Your fword is bright, Sir, put it up again. Sal. Not till I fheath it in a murd'rer's skin. Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury; stand back, I say; By heav'n, I think, my fword's as fharp as yours. I would not have you, Lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence'; Left I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatnefs, and nobility. Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar'ft thou brave a Nobleman? Hub. Not for my life; but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor. Sal. Thou art a murd'rer. Hub. Do not prove me fo 2; Yet, I am none. Whofe tongue foe'er fpeaks falfe, Not truly fpeaks; who fpeaks not truly, lies. Faulc. Keep the peace, I fay. Sal. Stand by, or I fhall gaul you, Faulconbridge. Fauls. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salisbury. If thou but frown on me, or ftir thy foot, Or teach thy hafty fpleen to do me shame, I'll ftrike thee dead. Put up thy fword betime, Or I'll fo maul you, and your tofting-iron, That you fhall think, the devil is come from hell. Bigot. What will you do, renowned Falconbridge? Second a villain, and a murderer? Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Bigot. Who kill'd this Prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour fince I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep true defence ;] Honeft defence; defence in a good caufe. 2 Do not prove me fo; Yet, I am none. -] Do not make me a murderer by cômpelling me to kill you; I am hitherto not a murderer. My date of life out, for his fweet life's lofs. Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there. SCENE [Exeunt Lords. VII. Faulc. Here's a good world. Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou did'ft 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. There is not yet fo ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Faulc. If thou didst but confent To this moft cruel act, do but defpair, And if thou want'ft a cord, the fmalleft thread, Will ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam 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 Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Faulc. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz'd, methinks, and lofe my way And heav'n itself doth frown upon the Land. [Exeunt. 3 The imminent decay of wrefted pomp.] Wrefled pomp is greatness abtained by violence. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. The Court of ENGLAND. Enter King John, Pandulpho, and Attendants. К. Јони. HUS I have yielded up into your hand TH Pand. Take again [Giving the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the Pope, Your fovereign Greatnefs 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 prefent time's fo fick, Or Overthrow incurable infues. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up, Upon your ftubborn ufage of the Pope : But fince you are a gentle convertite, My tongue fhall huh again this ftorm 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 should give off? even so I have: Enter Faulconbridge. Faule. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out But Dover-Castle: 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, An empty casket, where the jewel, life, By fome damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. Let not the world fee fear and fad diftruft Govern the motion of a kingly eye: 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 used in its ori ginal fenfe, for to range abroad. To |