| [Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and BIGOT] | |
| SALISBURY | I did not think the king so stored with friends. |
| PEMBROKE | Up once again; put spirit in the French: If they miscarry, we miscarry too. |
| SALISBURY | That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. |
| PEMBROKE | They say King John sore sick hath left the field. |
| [Enter MELUN, wounded] | |
| MELUN | Lead me to the revolts of England here. |
| SALISBURY | When we were happy we had other names. |
| PEMBROKE | It is the Count Melun. |
| SALISBURY | Wounded to death. |
| 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 moe with me, Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury; Even on that altar where we swore to you Dear amity and everlasting love. |
| SALISBURY | May this be possible? may this be true? |
| 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 Lewis do win 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 Lewis 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. |
| 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 cabby 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. |
| [Exeunt, leading off MELUN] |