Hark,what a deadly outery do I hear?
CHARLES.
Here comes my brother Phillip.
KING JOHN.
All dismayed:
[Enter Phillip.]
What fearful words are those thy looks presage?
PHILLIP.
A flight,a flight!
KING JOHN.
Coward,what flight?thou liest,there needs no flight.
PHILLIP.
A flight.
KING JOHN.
Awake thy craven powers,and tell on The substance of that very fear in deed,Which is so ghastly printed in thy face:
What is the matter?
PHILLIP.
A flight of ugly ravens Do croak and hover o'er our soldiers'heads,And keep in triangles and cornered squares,Right as our forces are embattled;With their approach there came this sudden fog,Which now hath hid the airy floor of heaven And made at noon a night unnatural Upon the quaking and dismayed world:
In brief,our soldiers have let fall their arms,And stand like metamorphosed images,Bloodless and pale,one gazing on another.
KING JOHN.
Aye,now I call to mind the prophesy,But I must give no entrance to a fear.--Return,and hearten up these yielding souls:
Tell them,the ravens,seeing them in arms,So many fair against a famished few,Come but to dine upon their handy work And prey upon the carrion that they kill:
For when we see a horse laid down to die,Although he be not dead,the ravenous birds Sit watching the departure of his life;Even so these ravens for the carcasses Of those poor English,that are marked to die,Hover about,and,if they cry to us,Tis but for meat that we must kill for them.
Away,and comfort up my soldiers,And sound the trumpets,and at once dispatch This little business of a silly fraud.
[Exit Phillip.]
[Another noise.Salisbury brought in by a French Captain.]
CAPTAIN.
Behold,my liege,this knight and forty mo',Of whom the better part are slain and fled,With all endeavor sought to break our ranks,And make their way to the encompassed prince:
Dispose of him as please your majesty.
KING JOHN.
Go,&the next bough,soldier,that thou seest,Disgrace it with his body presently;For I do hold a tree in France too good To be the gallows of an English thief.
SALISBURY.
My Lord of Normandy,I have your pass And warrant for my safety through this land.
CHARLES.
Villiers procured it for thee,did he not?
SALISBURY.
He did.
CHARLES.
And it is current;thou shalt freely pass.
KING JOHN.
Aye,freely to the gallows to be hanged,Without denial or impediment.
Away with him!
CHARLES.
I hope your highness will not so disgrace me,And dash the virtue of my seal at arms:
He hath my never broken name to shew,Charactered with this princely hand of mine:
And rather let me leave to be a prince Than break the stable verdict of a prince:
I do beseech you,let him pass in quiet.
KING JOHN.
Thou and thy word lie both in my command;
What canst thou promise that I cannot break?
Which of these twain is greater infamy,To disobey thy father or thy self?
Thy word,nor no mans,may exceed his power;
Nor that same man doth never break his word,That keeps it to the utmost of his power.
The breach of faith dwells in the soul's consent:
Which if thy self without consent do break,Thou art not charged with the breach of faith.
Go,hang him:for thy license lies in me,And my constraint stands the excuse for thee.
CHARLES.
What,am I not a soldier in my word?
Then,arms,adieu,and let them fight that list!
Shall I not give my girdle from my waste,But with a gardion I shall be controlled,To say I may not give my things away?
Upon my soul,had Edward,prince of Wales,Engaged his word,writ down his noble hand For all your knights to pass his father's land,The royal king,to grace his warlike son,Would not alone safe conduct give to them,But with all bounty feasted them and theirs.
KING JOHN.
Dwelst thou on precedents?Then be it so!
Say,Englishman,of what degree thou art.
SALISBURY.
An Earl in England,though a prisoner here,And those that know me,call me Salisbury.
KING JOHN.
Then,Salisbury,say whether thou art bound.
SALISBURY.
To Callice,where my liege,king Edward,is.
KING JOHN.
To Callice,Salisbury?Then,to Callice pack,And bid the king prepare a noble grave,To put his princely son,black Edward,in.
And as thou travelst westward from this place,Some two leagues hence there is a lofty hill,Whose top seems topless,for the embracing sky Doth hide his high head in her azure bosom;Upon whose tall top when thy foot attains,Look back upon the humble vale beneath--Humble of late,but now made proud with arms--And thence behold the wretched prince of Wales,Hooped with a bond of iron round about.
After which sight,to Callice spur amain,And say,the prince was smothered and not slain:
And tell the king this is not all his ill;
For I will greet him,ere he thinks I will.
Away,be gone;the smoke but of our shot Will choke our foes,though bullets hit them not.
[Exit.]
SCENE VI.The same.A Part of the Field of Battle.
[Alarum.Enter prince Edward and Artois.]
ARTOIS.
How fares your grace?are you not shot,my Lord?
PRINCE EDWARD.
No,dear Artois;but choked with dust and smoke,And stepped aside for breath and fresher air.
ARTOIS.
Breath,then,and to it again:the amazed French Are quite distract with gazing on the crows;And,were our quivers full of shafts again,Your grace should see a glorious day of this:--O,for more arrows,Lord;that's our want.
PRINCE EDWARD.
Courage,Artois!a fig for feathered shafts,When feathered fowls do bandy on our side!
What need we fight,and sweat,and keep a coil,When railing crows outscold our adversaries?