第 16 节
作者:左思右想      更新:2021-02-24 23:51      字数:9304
  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 will 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;
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  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 calmly run on in obedience Even to our ocean; to 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
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  SCENE 5。
  England。 The French camp
  Enter LEWIS and his train
  LEWIS。 The sun of heaven; methought; was loath to set; But stay'd
  and   made   the   western   welkin   blush;   When   English   measure   backward
  their   own   ground   In   faint   retire。   O;   bravely   came   we   off;   When   with   a
  volley of our needless shot; After such bloody toil; we bid good night; And
  wound our tott'ring colours clearly up; Last in the field and almost lords of
  it!
  Enter a MESSENGER
  MESSENGER。   Where   is   my   prince;   the   Dauphin?   LEWIS。   Here;
  what news? MESSENGER。 The Count Melun is slain; the English lords
  By his persuasion are again fall'n off; And your supply; which you have
  wish'd so long; Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands。 LEWIS。 Ah;
  foul shrewd news! Beshrew thy very heart! I did not think to be so sad to…
  night As this hath made me。 Who was he that said King John did fly an
  hour    or  two   before   The   stumbling    night   did  part  our  weary    pow'rs?
  MESSENGER。 Whoever spoke it; it is true; my lord。 LEWIS。 keep good
  quarter and good care to…night; The day shall not be up so soon as I To try
  the fair adventure of to…morrow。 Exeunt
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  SCENE 6。
  An open place wear Swinstead Abbey
  Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT; severally
  HUBERT。       Who's     there?   Speak;    ho!   speak    quickly;   or   I  shoot。
  BASTARD。 A friend。 What art   thou? HUBERT。  Of the part of   England。
  BASTARD。   Whither   dost   thou   go?   HUBERT。 What's   that   to   thee? Why
  may I not demand Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine? BASTARD。
  Hubert;   I   think。   HUBERT。   Thou   hast   a   perfect   thought。   I   will   upon   all
  hazards well believe Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well。
  Who art thou? BASTARD。 Who thou wilt。 And if thou please; Thou mayst
  befriend   me   so   much   as   to   think   I   come   one   way   of   the   Plantagenets。
  HUBERT。   Unkind   remembrance!   thou   and   eyeless   night   Have   done   me
  shame。     Brave    soldier;  pardon    me   That    any  accent    breaking    from   thy
  tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear。 BASTARD。 Come;
  come; sans compliment; what news abroad? HUBERT。 Why; here walk I
  in the black brow of night To find you out。 BASTARD。 Brief; then; and
  what's   the   news?   HUBERT。   O;   my   sweet   sir;   news   fitting   to   the   night;
  Black; fearful;   comfortless;   and   horrible。 BASTARD。   Show   me   the   very
  wound of this ill news; I am no woman; I'll not swoon at it。 HUBERT。 The
  King; I fear; is poison'd by a monk; I left him almost speechless and broke
  out To acquaint you with this evil; that you might The better arm you to
  the   sudden   time   Than   if   you   had   at   leisure   known   of   this。   BASTARD。
  How did he take it; who did taste to him? HUBERT。 A monk; I tell you; a
  resolved villain; Whose bowels suddenly burst out。 The King Yet speaks;
  and peradventure may recover。 BASTARD。 Who didst thou leave to tend
  his Majesty? HUBERT。 Why; know you not? The lords are all come back;
  And brought Prince Henry in their company; At whose request the King
  hath    pardon'd    them;   And    they   are  all  about   his  Majesty。   BASTARD。
  Withhold   thine   indignation;   mighty   heaven;   And   tempt   us   not   to   bear
  above our power! I'll tell thee; Hubert; half my power this night; Passing
  these   flats;   are   taken   by   the   tide…   These   Lincoln   Washes   have   devoured
  them; Myself; well…mounted; hardly have escap'd。 Away; before! conduct
  me to the King; I doubt he will be dead or ere I come。 Exeunt
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  SCENE 7。
  The orchard at Swinstead Abbey
  Enter PRINCE HENRY; SALISBURY; and BIGOT
  PRINCE   HENRY。   It   is   too   late;   the   life   of   all   his   blood   Is   touch'd
  corruptibly;    and   his  pure   brain。  Which     some    suppose    the  soul's  frail
  dwelling…house;   Doth   by   the   idle   comments   that   it   makes   Foretell   the
  ending of mortality。
  Enter PEMBROKE
  PEMBROKE。   His   Highness   yet   doth   speak;   and   holds   belief   That;
  being brought into the open air; It would allay the burning quality Of that
  fell   poison   which   assaileth   him。   PRINCE   HENRY。   Let   him   be   brought
  into the orchard here。 Doth he still rage? Exit BIGOT PEMBROKE。 He is
  more     patient  Than    when    you   left  him;  even    now   he   sung。  PRINCE
  HENRY。 O vanity of sickness! Fierce extremes In their continuance will
  not feel themselves。 Death; having prey'd upon the outward parts; Leaves
  them invisible; and his siege is now Against the mind; the which he pricks
  and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies; Which; in their throng
  and press   to that last hold;  Confound themselves。  'Tis strange that death
  should sing。 I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan Who chants a doleful
  hymn to his own death; And from the organ…pipe of frailty sings His soul
  and body to their lasting rest。 SALISBURY。 Be of good comfort; Prince;
  for you are born To set a form upon that indigest Which he hath left so
  shapeless and so rude。
  Re…enter BIGOT and attendants; who bring in KING JOHN in a chair
  KING JOHN。 Ay; marry; now my soul hath elbow…room; It would not
  out at windows nor at doors。 There is so hot a summer in my bosom That
  all my bowels crumble up to dust。 I am a scribbled form drawn with a pen
  Upon a parchment; and against this fire Do I shrink up。 PRINCE HENRY。
  How fares your Majesty? KING JOHN。 Poison'd…ill…fare! Dead; forsook;
  cast off; And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers
  in   my   maw;   Nor   let   my   kingdom's   rivers   take   their   course   Through   my
  burn'd   bosom;   nor   entreat   the   north   To   make   his   bleak   winds   kiss   my
  parched lips And comfort me with cold。 I do not ask you much; I beg cold