Act 5 - Scene 1
KING JOHN'S palace.
Enter KING JOHN, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants
Thus have I yielded up into your hand
The circle of my glory.
Giving the crown
From this my hand, as holding of the pope
Your sovereign greatness and authority.
Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,
And from his holiness use all your power
To stop their
marches 'fore we are inflamed.
Our discontented counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience,
allegiance and the love of soul
To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
by you only to be qualified:
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
That present medicine must be
Or overthrow incurable ensues.
It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope;
But since you are a
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war
And make fair weather in your blustering
On this Ascension-day, remember well,
Upon your oath of service to the pope,
Go I to make the
French lay down their arms.
Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet
Say that before Ascension-day at noon
My crown I should
give off? Even so I have:
I did suppose it should be on constraint:
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary.
Enter the BASTARD
All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out
But Dover castle: London hath received,
Like a kind host, the
Dauphin and his powers:
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service to your enemy,
wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.
Would not my lords return to me again,
After they heard young Arthur was alive?
They found him dead and cast into the streets,
An empty casket, where the jewel of life
By some damn'd
hand was robb'd and ta'en away.
That villain Hubert told me he did live.
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