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  • Title: The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))
  • Editor: Karen Oberer

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    The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))

    The troublesome Raigne

    Hence with the Witch, hells damned secretarie.
    Lock him vp sure: for by my faith I sweare,
    True or not true, the Wizzard shall not liue.
    1815Before Ascension day: who should be cause hereof?
    Cut off the cause and then the effect will dye.
    Tut, tut, my mercie serues to maime my selfe,
    The roote doth liue, from whence these thornes spring vp,
    I and my promise past for his deliury:
    1820Frowne friends, faile faith, the diuell goe withall,
    The brat shall dye, that terrifies me thus.
    Pembrooke and Essex I recall my graunt,
    I will not buy your fauours with my feare:
    Nay murmur not, my will is law enough,
    1825I loue you well, but if I loude you better,
    I would not buy it with my discontent.
    Enter Hubert.
    How now, what newes with thee.
    Hubert According to your Highnes strickt commaund
    1830Yong Arthurs eyes are blinded and extinct.
    John Why so, then he may feele the crowne, but neuer sée it.
    Hubert Nor see nor féele, for of the extreame paine,
    Within one hower gaue he vp the Ghost.
    John What is he dead?
    1835Hubert He is my Lord.
    Iohn Then with him dye my cares.
    Essex Now ioy betide thy soule.
    Pembrooke And heauens reuenge thy death.
    Essex What haue you done my Lord? Was euer heard
    1840A deede of more inhumane consequence?
    Your foes will curse, your friends will crie reuenge.
    Unkindly rage more rough than Northern winde,
    To chip the beautie of so sweete a flower.
    What hope in vs for mercie on a fault,
    1845When kinsman dyes without impeach of cause,
    As you haue done, so come to chéere you with,
    The guilt shall neuer be cast me in my teeth. Exeunt.
    Iohn