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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
    Monk My L. I cry your Lordship mercy, I saw you not.
    Abbot Alas good Thomas doo not murther me, and thou
    shalt haue my place with thousand thanks.
    2845Monk I murther you, God sheeld from such a thought.
    Abbot If thou wilt needes, yet let me say my prayers.
    Monk I will not hurt your Lordship good my Lord: but
    if you please, I will impart a thing that shall be beneficiall to
    vs all.
    2850Abbot Wilt thou not hurt me holy Monke, say on.
    Monk You know my Lord the King is in our house,
    Abbot True.
    Monk You know likewise the King abhors a Frier,
    Abbot True.
    2855Monk And he that loues not a Frier is our enemy.
    Abbot Thou sayst true.
    Monk Then the King is our enemy.
    Abbot True.
    Monk Why then should we not kil our enemy, & the King
    2860being our enemy, why then should we not kill the King.
    Abbot O blessed Monke, I see God moues thy minde to
    free this land from tyrants slauery.
    But who dare venter for to do this deede?
    Monk Who dare? why I my Lord dare do the deede,
    2865Ile free my Countrey and the Church from foes,
    And merit heauen by killing of a King.
    Abbot Thomas kneele downe, and if thou art resolude,
    I will absolue thee heere from all thy sinnes,
    For why the deede is meritorious.
    2870Forward and feare not man, for euery month,
    Our Friers shall sing a Masse for Thomas soule.
    Monk God and S. Francis prosper my attempt,
    For now my Lord I goe about my worke. Exeunt.
    Enter Lewes and his armie.
    2875Lewes Thus victory in bloudy Lawrell clad,
    Followes the fortune of young Lodowicke,
    The Englishmen as daunted at our sight,
    Fall