Presented thee more hideous than thou art.- SCENE-BEFORE THE CASTLE. Enter ARTHUR, on the walls. Arth. The wall is high, and yet will I leap down :- I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it. If I get down, and do not break my limbs, As good to die and go, as die and stay. O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones: [Leaps down. Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones! [Dies. 210 Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, BIGOT, and FAULCONBRIDGE. Sal. This is the prison. What is he lies here? [Seeing Arthur. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty! The earth hath not a hole to hide this deed. Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. Big. Or, when he doomed this beauty to a grave, Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld, Or have you read or heard? or could you think? Or do you almost think, although you see, That you do see? could thought, without this object, Enter HUBERT. Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: 220 230 Sal. By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours: Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Big. Out, dunghill! darest thou brave a nobleman ? My innocent life against an emperor. Sal. Thou art a murderer. Do not prove me so; Hub. Keep the peace, I say. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; That you shall think the devil is come from hell. Big. What wilt thou do, renownèd FaulconbridgeSecond a villain and a murderer? Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. 240 250 260 Who killed this prince? Hub. "Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honoured him, I loved him, and will weep My date of life out for his sweet life's loss. Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For I am stifled with this smell of sin. Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! 270 Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. [Exeunt Lords. Faul. Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damned, Hubert. Hub. Do but hear me, sir. Faul. Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou'rt danined as black-nay, nothing is so black; As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Hub. Upon my soul Faul. If thou didst but consent 280 To this most cruel act, do but despair; And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam To hang thee on; or, wouldst thou drown thyself, 290 And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up.— * Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, [King John, with his army, goes to meet the Dauphin, who has landed on the east coast. The latter is joined by Salisbury, Pembroke, and the other disaffected English Barons. Near Bury St. Edmunds the King is seized by a fever, and is conveyed to Swinstead Abbey.] SCENE- THE ORCHARD IN SWINSTEAD ABBEY. Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. P. Hen. It is too late: the life of all his blood Is touched corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house) Enter PEMBROKE. Pem. His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality Of that fell* poison which assaileth him. P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.— Doth he still rage? He is more patient Pem. Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, 330 [Exit Bigot. Confound themselves. "Tis strange that death should sing.— I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born To set a form upon that indigest,* Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. Enter Attendants, and BIGOT, carrying KING JOHN in a chair. It would not out at windows nor at doors. P. Hen. How fares your majesty? K. John. Poisoned,-ill fare-dead, forsook, cast off: And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers in my maw; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course 3-10 350 360 Through my burned bosom; nor entreat the north And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much- P. Hen. O that there were some virtue in my tears, K. John. Is as a fiend confined to tyrannize On unreprievable condemnèd blood. 370 Enter FAULCONBRIDGE. Faul. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion, K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: Faul. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, Where Heaven He knows how we shall answer him; 380 [The king dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. 390 NOTES TO KING JOHN. INTRODUCTION.-The earliest extant printed copy of this play is that in the folio of 1623. The precise date of its production is unknown; but it must have been written between 1591 and 1598. In the former year an anonymous play on the same subject— to which Shakespeare was indebted not only for the outline of his plot, but also for the first rough sketches of some of his most striking characters-was first printed. In the latter year Francis Meres published his "Wit's Fancy," in which this play is mentioned as one of Shakespeare's works then popularly known. In the folio it occupied the first place amongst the Histories, as it is the earliest of them in chronological order. Though Shakespeare, following the old play referred to above, has in several instances (referred to in the Notes as they occur) departed from historic truth, the following genealogical and chronological tables will form a useful key both to the personages and to the incidents of the drama :— HENRY II. married ELEANOR, Countess of Poitou and Aquitaine. |