King John
Act IV, Scene 2
A room in King John’s castle.
- Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords.
 
King John
1 - 2- Here once again we sit; once again crown’d,
 - And look’d upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
 
Earl of Pembroke
3 - 8- This “once again” (but that your Highness pleas’d)
 - Was once superfluous. You were crown’d before,
 - And that high royalty was ne’er pluck’d off;
 - The faiths of men ne’er stained with revolt;
 - Fresh expectation troubled not the land
 - With any long’d-for change or better state.
 
Earl of Salisbury
9 - 16- Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp,
 - To guard a title that was rich before,
 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
 - To throw a perfume on the violet,
 - To smooth the ice, or add another hue
 - Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
 - To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
 - Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
 
Earl of Pembroke
17 - 20- But that your royal pleasure must be done,
 - This act is as an ancient tale new told,
 - And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
 - Being urged at a time unseasonable.
 
Earl of Salisbury
21 - 27- In this the antique and well-noted face
 - Of plain old form is much disfigured,
 - And like a shifted wind unto a sail,
 - It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
 - Startles and frights consideration,
 - Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected,
 - For putting on so new a fashion’d robe.
 
Earl of Pembroke
28 - 34- When workmen strive to do better than well,
 - They do confound their skill in covetousness,
 - And oftentimes excusing of a fault
 - Doth make the fault the worse by th’ excuse:
 - As patches set upon a little breach
 - Discredit more in hiding of the fault
 - Than did the fault before it was so patch’d.
 
Earl of Salisbury
35 - 39- To this effect, before you were new crown’d,
 - We breath’d our counsel; but it pleas’d your Highness
 - To overbear it, and we are all well pleas’d,
 - Since all and every part of what we would
 - Doth make a stand at what your Highness will.
 
King John
40 - 46- Some reasons of this double coronation
 - I have possess’d you with, and think them strong;
 - And more, more strong than lesser is my fear,
 - I shall indue you with. Mean time but ask
 - What you would have reform’d that is not well,
 - And well shall you perceive how willingly
 - I will both hear and grant you your requests.
 
Earl of Pembroke
47 - 66- Then I, as one that am the tongue of these
 - To sound the purposes of all their hearts,
 - Both for myself and them—but, chief of all,
 - Your safety, for the which myself and them
 - Bend their best studies—heartily request
 - Th’ enfranchisement of Arthur, whose restraint
 - Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
 - To break into this dangerous argument:
 - If what in rest you have in right you hold,
 - Why then your fears, which (as they say) attend
 - The steps of wrong, should move you to mew up
 - Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
 - With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
 - The rich advantage of good exercise.
 - That the time’s enemies may not have this
 - To grace occasions, let it be our suit
 - That you have bid us ask his liberty,
 - Which for our goods we do no further ask
 - Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
 - Counts it your weal he have his liberty.
 
- Enter Hubert.
 
King John
67 - 68- Let it be so; I do commit his youth
 - To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?
 
- Taking him aside.
 
Earl of Pembroke
69 - 75- This is the man should do the bloody deed;
 - He show’d his warrant to a friend of mine.
 - The image of a wicked heinous fault
 - Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
 - Doth show the mood of a much troubled breast,
 - And I do fearfully believe ’tis done,
 - What we so fear’d he had a charge to do.
 
Earl of Salisbury
76 - 79- The color of the King doth come and go
 - Between his purpose and his conscience,
 - Like heralds ’twixt two dreadful battles set:
 - His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
 
Earl of Pembroke
80 - 81- And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
 - The foul corruption of a sweet child’s death.
 
King John
82 - 85- We cannot hold mortality’s strong hand.
 - Good lords, although my will to give is living,
 - The suit which you demand is gone and dead.
 - He tells us Arthur is deceas’d tonight.
 
Earl of Salisbury
86- Indeed we fear’d his sickness was past cure.
 
Earl of Pembroke
87 - 89- Indeed we heard how near his death he was
 - Before the child himself felt he was sick.
 - This must be answer’d either here or hence.
 
King John
90 - 92- Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
 - Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
 - Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
 
Earl of Salisbury
93 - 95- It is apparent foul play, and ’tis shame
 - That greatness should so grossly offer it.
 - So thrive it in your game! And so farewell.
 
Earl of Pembroke
96 - 102- Stay yet, Lord Salisbury, I’ll go with thee,
 - And find th’ inheritance of this poor child,
 - His little kingdom of a forced grave.
 - That blood which ow’d the breadth of all this isle,
 - Three foot of it doth hold; bad world the while!
 - This must not be thus borne. This will break out
 - To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt.
 
- Exeunt Lords.
 
King John
103 - 109- They burn in indignation. I repent.
 - Enter Messenger.
 - There is no sure foundation set on blood;
 - No certain life achiev’d by others’ death.
 - A fearful eye thou hast. Where is that blood
 - That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
 - So foul a sky clears not without a storm,
 - Pour down thy weather. How goes all in France?
 
The Messenger
110 - 115- From France to England. Never such a pow’r
 - For any foreign preparation
 - Was levied in the body of a land.
 - The copy of your speed is learn’d by them;
 - For when you should be told they do prepare,
 - The tidings comes that they are all arriv’d.
 
King John
116 - 119- O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
 - Where hath it slept? Where is my mother’s care,
 - That such an army could be drawn in France,
 - And she not hear of it?
 
The Messenger
120 - 125- My liege, her ear
 - Is stopp’d with dust: the first of April died
 - Your noble mother; and as I hear, my lord,
 - The Lady Constance in a frenzy died
 - Three days before; but this from rumor’s tongue
 - I idly heard—if true or false I know not.
 
King John
126 - 131- Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
 - O, make a league with me, till I have pleas’d
 - My discontented peers! What? Mother dead?
 - How wildly then walks my estate in France!
 - Under whose conduct came those pow’rs of France
 - That thou for truth giv’st out are landed here?
 
The Messenger
132- Under the Dauphin.
 
- Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret.
 
King John
133 - 136- Thou hast made me giddy
 - With these ill tidings.—Now! What says the world
 - To your proceedings? Do not seek to stuff
 - My head with more ill news, for it is full.
 
Bastard
137 - 138- But if you be afeard to hear the worst,
 - Then let the worst unheard fall on your head.
 
King John
139 - 142- Bear with me, cousin, for I was amaz’d
 - Under the tide; but now I breathe again
 - Aloft the flood, and can give audience
 - To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
 
Bastard
143 - 154- How I have sped among the clergymen
 - The sums I have collected shall express.
 - But as I travel’d hither through the land,
 - I find the people strangely fantasied,
 - Possess’d with rumors, full of idle dreams,
 - Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear.
 - And here’s a prophet that I brought with me
 - From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
 - With many hundreds treading on his heels;
 - To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes,
 - That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
 - Your Highness should deliver up your crown.
 
King John
155- Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
 
Pomfret
156- Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so.
 
King John
157 - 163- Hubert, away with him; imprison him;
 - And on that day at noon, whereon he says
 - I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang’d.
 - Deliver him to safety, and return,
 - For I must use thee.
 - Exit Hubert with Peter.
 - O my gentle cousin,
 - Hear’st thou the news abroad, who are arriv’d?
 
Bastard
164 - 169- The French, my lord; men’s mouths are full of it.
 - Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury,
 - With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,
 - And others more, going to seek the grave
 - Of Arthur, whom they say is kill’d tonight
 - On your suggestion.
 
King John
170 - 173- Gentle kinsman, go
 - And thrust thyself into their companies;
 - I have a way to win their loves again.
 - Bring them before me.
 
Bastard
174- I will seek them out.
 
King John
175 - 180- Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.
 - O, let me have no subject enemies
 - When adverse foreigners affright my towns
 - With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
 - Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,
 - And fly, like thought, from them to me again.
 
Bastard
181- The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.
 
- Exit.
 
King John
182 - 185- Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.
 - Go after him; for he perhaps shall need
 - Some messenger betwixt me and the peers,
 - And be thou he.
 
The Messenger
186- With all my heart, my liege.
 
- Exit.
 
King John
187- My mother dead!
 
- Enter Hubert.
 
Hubert de Burgh
188 - 190- My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight;
 - Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
 - The other four in wondrous motion.
 
King John
191- Five moons?
 
Hubert de Burgh
192 - 209- Old men and beldames in the streets
 - Do prophesy upon it dangerously.
 - Young Arthur’s death is common in their mouths,
 - And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
 - And whisper one another in the ear;
 - And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer’s wrist,
 - Whilst he that hears makes fearful action
 - With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
 - The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
 - With open mouth swallowing a tailor’s news,
 - Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
 - Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste
 - Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,
 - Told of a many thousand warlike French
 - That were embattailed and rank’d in Kent.
 - Another lean unwash’d artificer
 - Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur’s death.
 
King John
210 - 213- Why seek’st thou to possess me with these fears?
 - Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur’s death?
 - Thy hand hath murd’red him. I had a mighty cause
 - To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.
 
Hubert de Burgh
214- No had, my lord? Why, did you not provoke me?
 
King John
215 - 221- It is the curse of kings to be attended
 - By slaves that take their humors for a warrant
 - To break within the bloody house of life,
 - And on the winking of authority
 - To understand a law; to know the meaning
 - Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
 - More upon humor than advis’d respect.
 
Hubert de Burgh
222- Here is your hand and seal for what I did.
 
King John
223 - 236- O, when the last accompt ’twixt heaven and earth
 - Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal
 - Witness against us to damnation!
 - How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
 - Make deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by,
 - A fellow by the hand of nature mark’d,
 - Quoted, and sign’d to do a deed of shame,
 - This murder had not come into my mind;
 - But taking note of thy abhorr’d aspect,
 - Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,
 - Apt, liable to be employ’d in danger,
 - I faintly broke with thee of Arthur’s death;
 - And thou, to be endeared to a king,
 - Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.
 
Hubert de Burgh
237- My lord—
 
King John
238 - 255- Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause
 - When I spake darkly what I purposed,
 - Or turn’d an eye of doubt upon my face,
 - As bid me tell my tale in express words,
 - Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
 - And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.
 - But thou didst understand me by my signs,
 - And didst in signs again parley with sin,
 - Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,
 - And consequently thy rude hand to act
 - The deed, which both our tongues held vild to name.
 - Out of my sight, and never see me more!
 - My nobles leave me, and my state is braved,
 - Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign pow’rs;
 - Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
 - This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,
 - Hostility and civil tumult reigns
 - Between my conscience and my cousin’s death.
 
Hubert de Burgh
256 - 266- Arm you against your other enemies,
 - I’ll make a peace between your soul and you.
 - Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine
 - Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
 - Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
 - Within this bosom never ent’red yet
 - The dreadful motion of a murderous thought,
 - And you have slander’d nature in my form,
 - Which howsoever rude exteriorly,
 - Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
 - Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
 
King John
267 - 276- Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
 - Throw this report on their incensed rage,
 - And make them tame to their obedience!
 - Forgive the comment that my passion made
 - Upon thy feature, for my rage was blind,
 - And foul imaginary eyes of blood
 - Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
 - O, answer not! But to my closet bring
 - The angry lords with all expedient haste.
 - I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast.
 
- Exeunt.
 


 
  




