Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, I throw my warlike shield: lay on Macduff; [Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Pole. I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,* All. King of Scotland, hail! Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; * Wealth, ornament. Blub No 26 [Flourish. [Flourish. Exeunt. Feb 26 KING JOHN. KING JOHN. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; after- GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet. 1 LEWIS, the Dauphin. MELUN, a French Lord. Ambassador from ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother LORDS, LADIES, CITIZENS of Angiers, SHERIFF, HERALDS, OFFICERS, SOLDIERS, MESSENGERS, and other ATTENDANTS. SCENE.-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. ACT I. SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter KING JOHN QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBRUY, and others, with CHATILLON. K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. *I. e. person and manner. Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Which sways usurpingly these several titles; K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace : [Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. This might have been prevented, and made whole, Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Enter the SHERIFF of Northamptonshire, who whispers ESSEX. Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judged by you, That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men ? K. John. Let them approach. Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay [Exit SHERIFF. Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. This expedition's charge.-What men are you? Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, * Conduct. As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge; Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence. Bast. I, Madam? no, I have no reason for it; K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no, And were our father, and this son like him ; O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! The accent of his tongue affecteth him: K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my land; |