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The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))
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2726 Enter King Iohn carried betweene 2. Lords.
2728For done I am with deadly wounding griefe:
2729Sickly and succourles, hopeles of any good,
2730The world hath wearied me, and I haue wearied it:
2731It loaths I liue, I liue and loath my selfe.
2732Who pities me? to whom haue I been kinde?
2733But to a few; a few will pitie me.
Why
of King Iohn.
2736I sue to both to be retaynd of either,
2737But both are deafe, I can be heard of neither.
2738Nor death nor life, yet life and neare the neere,
2739Ymixt with death biding I wot not where.
2740Philip. How fares my Lord that he is caryed thus,
2741Not all the aukward fortunes yet befalne,
2743Nor euer did my eye attaynt my heart
2745Than now beholding of a mighty King,
2748If good, be mute, it doth but flatter me.
2749Phillip Such as it is, and heauie though it be
2750To glut the world with tragick elegies,
2751Once will I breath to agrauate the rest,
2752Another moane to make the measure full.
2754Two arrowes from the quiuer at his side,
2755But that a rumor went throughout our Campe,
2759Than ignominious scandall by retyre.
2760I cheerd the troupes as did the Prince of Troy
2761His weery followers gainst the Mirmidons,
2762Crying alowde S. George, the day is ours.
2763But feare had captiuated courage quite,
2764And like the Lamb before the greedie Wolfe,
2767Was faine to flie before the eager foe.
2768By this time night had shadowed all the earth,
2770And fenst vs from the fury of the French,
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The troublesome Raigne
2771As Io from the iealous Iunos eye, -- renumber from here
2772When in the morning our troupes did gather head,
2774The impartiall tyde deadly and inexorable,
2775Came raging in with billowes threatning death,
2781To end this life, and thereby rid my griefe.
2782Was euer any so infortunate,
2783The right Idea of a curssed man,
2786How farre to Swinsteed, tell me do you know,
2787Present vnto the Abbot word of my repaire.
2789I cannot liue vnlesse this feuer leaue me.
2790Phillip. Good cheare my Lord, the Abbey is at hand,
2791Behold my Lord the Churchmen come to meete you.
2792 Enter the Abbot, and certayne Monks.
2794Iohn Nor health nor happines hath Iohn at all.
2795Say Abbot am I welcome to thy house.
2802Were neuer fatter, nor in better plight.
2805As are the Abbeys throughout all the land,
2806If any plot of ground do passe another,
The
of King Iohn.
2809It goes against my heart to feed with them,
2811 Manet the Monke.
2812Monk. Is this the King that neuer loud a Frier?
2813Is this the man that doth contemne the Pope?
2814Is this the man that robd the holy Church,
2815And yet will flye vnto a Friory?
2816Is this the King that aymes at Abbeys lands?
2817Is this the man whome all the world abhorres,
2818And yet will flye vnto a Friory?
2820Moncks, Nuns, and Clarks, and all that dwells therein,
2821If wicked Iohn escape aliue away.
2822Now if that thou wilt looke to merit heauen,
2823And be canonizd for a holy Saint:
2825Be thou the man to set thy cuntrey free,
2826And murder him that seekes to murder thee.
2827 Enter the Abbot.
2828Abbot Why are not you within to cheare the King?
2829He now begins to mend, and will to meate.
2834And with a mallet knock him on the head.
2835Abbot Alas, what meanes this Monke to murther me?
2836Dare lay my life heel kill me for my place.
2839Abbot If I were dead, indeed he is the next,
2840But ile away, for why the Monke is mad,
2841And in his madnesse he will murther me.
Monk My
The troublesome Raigne
2849vs all.
2852Abbot True.
2854Abbot True.
2855Monk And he that loues not a Frier is our enemy.
2857Monk Then the King is our enemy.
2858Abbot True.
2860being our enemy, why then should we not kill the King.
2862free this land from tyrants slauery.
2863But who dare venter for to do this deede?
2864Monk Who dare? why I my Lord dare do the deede,
2865Ile free my Countrey and the Church from foes,
2866And merit heauen by killing of a King.
2869For why the deede is meritorious.
2870Forward and feare not man, for euery month,
2873For now my Lord I goe about my worke. Exeunt.