Act V, Scene iv: The same. Another part of the same.
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. | |
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| | PEMBROKE: | |
| | Up once again; put spirit in the French; | |
| | If they miscarry, we miscarry too. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | That misbegotten devil, Falconbridge, | |
| | In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. | |
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| | PEMBROKE: | |
| | They say King John, sore sick, hath left the field. | |
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[Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers.]
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| | MELUN: | |
| | Lead me to the revolts of England here. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | When we were happy we had other names. | |
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| | PEMBROKE: | |
| | It is the Count Melun. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | Wounded to death. | |
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| | MELUN: | |
| | Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; | |
| | Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, | |
| | And welcome home again discarded faith. | |
| | Seek out King John, and fall before his feet; | |
| | For if the French be lords of this loud day, | |
| | He means to recompense the pains you take | |
| | By cutting off your heads: thus hath he sworn, | |
| | And I with him, and many more with me, | |
| | Upon the altar at Saint Edmunds-bury; | |
| | Even on that altar where we swore to you | |
| | Dear amity and everlasting love. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | May this be possible? may this be true? | |
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| | MELUN: | |
| | Have I not hideous death within my view, | |
| | Retaining but a quantity of life, | |
| | Which bleeds away even as a form of wax | |
| | Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire? | |
| | What in the world should make me now deceive, | |
| | Since I must lose the use of all deceit? | |
| | Why should I then be false, since it is true | |
| | That I must die here, and live hence by truth? | |
| | I say again, if Louis do will the day, | |
| | He is forsworn if e'er those eyes of yours | |
| | Behold another day break in the east: | |
| | But even this night,—whose black contagious breath | |
| | Already smokes about the burning crest | |
| | Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,— | |
| | Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; | |
| | Paying the fine of rated treachery | |
| | Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, | |
| | If Louis by your assistance win the day. | |
| | Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; | |
| | The love of him,—and this respect besides, | |
| | For that my grandsire was an Englishman,— | |
| | Awakes my conscience to confess all this. | |
| | In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence | |
| | From forth the noise and rumour of the field, | |
| | Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts | |
| | In peace, and part this body and my soul | |
| | With contemplation and devout desires. | |
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| | SALISBURY: | |
| | We do believe thee:—and beshrew my soul | |
| | But I do love the favour and the form | |
| | Of this most fair occasion, by the which | |
| | We will untread the steps of damned flight; | |
| | And like a bated and retired flood, | |
| | Leaving our rankness and irregular course, | |
| | Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, | |
| | And calmly run on in obedience | |
| | Even to our ocean, to our great King John.— | |
| | My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; | |
| | For I do see the cruel pangs of death | |
| | Right in thine eye.—Away, my friends! New flight, | |
| | And happy newness, that intends old right. | |
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[Exeunt, leading off MELUN.]
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