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The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))
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2931 Enter two Friers laying a Cloth.
2933Would a might eate his last for the loue hee beares to
2934Churchmen.
2936might be our owne caruers.
2937I meruaile why they dine heere in the Orchard.
2938Frier I know not, nor I care not. The King coms.
2942gers and friends may come, where necessitie keepes the
2945honors change maners: a King is a King, though fortune do
2948Iohn Come, no more ado, and you tell me much of digni-
What
of King Iohn.
2950What cheere Lord Abbot, me thinks you frowne like an host
2951that knowes his guest hath no money to pay the reckning?
2952Abbot No my Liege, if I frowne at all, it is for I feare
2954your Maiesty.
2955Bastard I thinke rather my Lord Abbot you remember
2957and the rancor of his heart breakes out in his countenance,
2958to shew he hath not forgot me.
2960of his maiesty, are hartely welcome to me.
2964to a King.
2965Monk As much helth to your highnes, as to my own hart.
2966Iohn I pledge thee kinde Monke.
2968Am I not too bold with your Highnesse.
2969Iohn Not a whit, all friends and fellowes for a time.
2970Monke If the inwards of a Toad be a compound of any
2971proofe: why so it works.
2972Iohn Stay Phillip wheres the Monke?
2973Bastard He is dead my Lord.
2974Iohn Then drinke not Phillip for a world of wealth.
2975Bast. What cheere my Liege, your cullor gins to change.
2977The Monke, the Deuill, the poyson gins to rage,
2980At all aduentures take thou that from me.
2981There lye the Abbot, Abbey, Lubber, Deuill.
2982March with the Monke vnto the gates of hell.
2983How fares my Lord?
2985To tumble on and coole this inward heate,
2986That rageth as the fornace seuenfold hote.
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The troublesome Raigne
2987To burne the holy tree in Babylon,
2988Power after power forsake their proper power,
2990The fierce inuade of him that conquers Kings,
2991Help God, O payne, dye Iohn, O plague
2993Phillip a chayre, and by and by a graue,
2994My leggs disdaine the carriage of a King.
2995Bastard. A good my Lege with patience conquer griefe,
2996And beare this paine with kingly fortitude.
2998Wrote by a fiend in Marble characters,
3000Me thinks the Deuill whispers in mine eares
3001And tels me tis in vayne to hope for grace,
3004Come to accuse me for my wrong on earth,
3005And there is none so mercifull a God
3006That will forgiue the number of my sinnes.
3007How haue I liud, but by anothers losse?
3008What haue I loud but wrack of others weale?
3009When haue I vowd, and not infringd mine oath?
3010Where haue I done a deede deseruing well?
3011How, what, when, and where, haue I bestowd a day
3012That tended not to some notorious ill.
3013My life repleat with rage and tyranie,
3017Dishonor did attaynt me in my life,
3018And shame attendeth Iohn vnto his death.
3019Why did I scape the fury of the French,
3020And dyde not by the temper of their swords?
3022Scornd by my foes, disdained of my friends.
Bastard
of King Iohn.
3023Bastard Forgiue the world and all your earthly foes,
3025Iohn My tongue doth falter: Philip, I tell thee man,
3026Since Iohn did yeeld vnto the Priest of Rome,
3027Nor he nor his haue prospred on the earth:
3029But in the spirit I cry vnto my God,
3030As did the Kingly Prophet Dauid cry,
3031(Whose hands, as mine, with murder were attaint)
3034But if my dying heart deceaue me not,
3037And with his feete treads downe the Strumpets pride,
3038That sits vpon the chaire of Babylon.
3040Hath ouercome in me weake Natures power,
3041And in the faith of Iesu Iohn doth dye.
3044This is the fruite of Poperie, when true Kings
3046 Enter a Messenger.
3048Which all this while bare armes against the King,
3049Conducted by the Legate of the Pope,
3050Together with the Prince his Highnes Sonne,
3051Doo craue to be admitted to the presence of the King.
3054The Barons that reuolted from your Grace.
3055O piercing sight, he fumbleth in the mouth,
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The troublesome Raigne
3058 Enter Pandulph, yong Henry, the Barons with daggers
3059 in their hands.
3062To be thus poysned by a damned Monke.
3065Pandulph Lords, giue me leaue to ioy the dying King,
3067With daggers in their hands, who offer vp
3069Then good my Lord, if you forgiue them all,
3070Lift vp your hand in token you forgiue.
3072And vow to fight for England and her King:
3074In spight of Lewes and the power of Fraunce
3075Who hetherward are marching in all hast,
3076We crowne yong Henry in his Fathers sted.
3077Henry Help, help, he dyes, a Father, looke on me.
3078Legat K. Iohn farewell: in token of thy faith,
3080Lift vp thy hand, that we may witnes here
3083 Enter a Messenger.
3084Mess. Help Lords, the Dolphin maketh hetherward
3086And all our armie standeth at a gaze
3087Expecting what their Leaders will commannd.
And
of King Iohn.
3089And beate the power of Fraunce to sea againe.
3091And bring him face to face to parle with you.
3094King Sweete Unckle, if thou loue thy Soueraigne,
3096But pull the house about the Friers eares:
3097For they haue kilde my Father and my King. Exeunt.