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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))

    of King Iohn.

    Iohn And are you gone? The diuell be your guide:
    Proud Rebels as you are to braue me so:
    1850Saucie, vnciuill, checkers of my will.
    Your tongues giue edge vnto the fatall knife:
    That shall haue passage through your traitrous throats.
    But husht, breath not buggs words to soone abroad,
    Least time preuent the issue of thy reach.
    1855Arthur is dead, I there the corzie growes:
    But while he liude, the danger was the more;
    His death hath freed me from a thousand feares,
    But it hath purchast me ten times ten thousand foes.
    Why all is one, such luck shall haunt his game,
    1860To whome the diuell owes an open shame:
    His life a foe that leueld at my crowne,
    His death a frame to pull my building downe.
    My thoughts harpt still on quiet by his end,
    Who liuing aymed shrowdly at my roome:
    1865But to preuent that plea twice was I crownd,
    Twice did my subiects sweare me fealtie,
    And in my conscience loude me as their liege,
    In whose defence they would haue pawnd their liues.
    But now they shun me as a Serpents sting,
    1870A tragick Tyrant sterne and pitiles,
    And not a title followes after Iohn.
    But Butcher, bloudsucker and murtherer,
    What Planet gouernde my natiuitie,
    To bode me soueraigne types of high estate,
    1875So interlacte with hellish discontent,
    Wherein fell furie hath no interest.
    Curst be the Crowne chiefe author of my care,
    Nay curst my will that made the Crowne my care:
    Curst be my birthday, curst ten times the wombe
    1880That yeelded me aliue into the world.
    Art thou there villaine, Furies haunt thee still,
    For killing him whom all the world laments.

    Hubert