Act 5 - Scene 4
Another part of the field.
Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and BIGOT
I did not think the king so stored with friends.
Up once again; put spirit in the French:
If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
They say King John sore sick hath left the field.
Enter MELUN, wounded
Lead me to the revolts of England here.
When we were happy we had other names.
It is the Count Melun.
Wounded to death.
Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion
And welcome home again
Seek out King John and fall before his feet;
For if the French be lords of this loud day,
means to recompense the pains you take
By cutting off your heads: thus hath he sworn
And I with him,
and many moe with me,
Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury;
Even on that altar where we swore to
Dear amity and everlasting love.
May this be possible? may this be true?
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,
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 Lewis do win the day,
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
another day break in the east:
But even this night, whose black contagious breath
Already smokes about
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