Act 5 - Scene 2
LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.
Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers
My Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And keep it safe for our remembrance:
Return the precedent to
these lords again;
That, having our fair order written down,
Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes,
know wherefore we took the sacrament
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
A voluntary zeal and an
To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince,
I am not glad that such a sore of time
seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound
By making many. O,
it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker! O, and there
honourable rescue and defence
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury!
But such is the infection of the
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice
and confused wrong.
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends,
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
born to see so sad an hour as this;
Wherein we step after a stranger march
Upon her gentle bosom, and
Her enemies' ranks, I must withdraw and weep
Upon the spot of this enforced cause,
To grace the
gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here? O nation, that thou couldst
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
grapple thee unto a pagan shore;
Where these two Christian armies might combine
The blood of malice
in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections wrestling in thy bosom
Doth make an earthquake
O, what a noble combat hast thou fought
Between compulsion and a brave respect!
wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
My heart hath melted at a lady's
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest
of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away
Commend these waters to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enraged;
with fortune other than at feasts,
Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt
thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all,
knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake:
Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heaven
And on our actions
set the name of right
With holy breath.
Hail, noble prince of France!
The next is this, King John hath reconciled
Himself to Rome; his spirit is come
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome:
Therefore thy threatening
colours now wind up;
And tame the savage spirit of wild war,
That like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie
gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.
Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back:
I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at
Or useful serving-man and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.