<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 1><0%>
<K. JOHN>	<0%>
	Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 1><0%>
<K. JOHN>	<1%>
	Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<K. JOHN>	<1%>
	What follows if we disallow of this?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<K. JOHN>	<1%>
	Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,
	Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<K. JOHN>	<1%>
	Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
	Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
	For ere thou canst report I will be there,
	The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
	So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
	And sullen presage of your own decay.
	An honourable conduct let him have:
	Pembroke, look to't. Farewell, Chatillon.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<K. JOHN>	<2%>
	Our strong possession and our right for us.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. JOHN>	<2%>
	Let them approach.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Sheriff.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
	This expedition's charge.

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. JOHN>	<3%>
	What art thou?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. JOHN>	<3%>
	Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
	You came not of one mother then, it seems.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<K. JOHN>	<3%>
	A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
	Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<K. JOHN>	<4%>
	Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<K. JOHN>	<4%>
	Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
	And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak:
	What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<K. JOHN>	<5%>
	Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
	Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
	And if she did play false, the fault was hers;
	Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
	That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
	Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
	Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
	In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
	This calf bred from his cow from all the world;
	In sooth he might: then, if he were my brother's,
	My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
	Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;
	My mother's son did get your father's heir;
	Your father's heir must have your father's land.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<K. JOHN>	<6%>
	What is thy name?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<K. JOHN>	<7%>
	From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest:
	Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great;
	Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 1><7%>
<K. JOHN>	<7%>
	Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;
	A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
	Come, madam, and come, Richard: we must speed
	For France, for France, for it is more than need.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 2><SCENE 1><14%>
<K. JOHN>	<14%>
	Peace be to France, if France in peace permit
	Our just and lineal entrance to our own;
	If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
	Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
	Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 2><SCENE 1><15%>
<K. JOHN>	<15%>
	From whom hast thou this great commission, France,
	To draw my answer from thy articles?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 2><SCENE 1><15%>
<K. JOHN>	<16%>
	Alack! thou dost usurp authority.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 2><SCENE 1><16%>
<K. JOHN>	<17%>
	My life as soon: I do defy thee, France.
	Arthur of Britaine, yield thee to my hand;
	And out of my dear love I'll give thee more
	Than e'er the coward hand of France can win.
	Submit thee, boy.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 2><SCENE 1><18%>
<K. JOHN>	<18%>
	Bedlam, have done.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 2><SCENE 1><18%>
<K. JOHN>	<19%>
	England for itself.
	You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 2><SCENE 1><19%>
<K. JOHN>	<19%>
	For our advantage; therefore hear us first.
	These flags of France, that are advanced here
	Before the eye and prospect of your town,
	Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
	The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
	And ready mounted are they to spit forth
	Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
	All preparation for a bloody siege
	And merciless proceeding by these French
	Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;
	And but for our approach those sleeping stones,
	That as a waist do girdle you about,
	By the compulsion of their ordinance
	By this time from their fixed beds of lime
	Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
	For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
	But on the sight of us your lawful king,
	Who painfully with much expedient march
	Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
	To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,
	Behold, the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle;
	And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
	To make a shaking fever in your walls,
	They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,
	To make a faithless error in your ears:
	Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
	And let us in, your king, whose labour'd spirits,
	Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
	Crave harbourage within your city walls.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<K. JOHN>	<21%>
	Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<K. JOHN>	<21%>
	Doth not the crown of England prove the king?
	And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
	Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<K. JOHN>	<22%>
	To verify our title with their lives.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<K. JOHN>	<22%>
	Then God forgive the sins of all those souls
	That to their everlasting residence,
	Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
	In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 2><SCENE 1><22%>
<K. JOHN>	<22%>
	Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth
	In best appointment all our regiments.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 2><SCENE 1><23%>
<K. JOHN>	<24%>
	France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
	Say, shall the current of our right run on?
	Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,
	Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell
	With course disturb'd even thy conflning shores,
	Unless thou let his silver water keep
	A peaceful progress to the ocean.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 2><SCENE 1><24%>
<K. JOHN>	<25%>
	Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<K. JOHN>	<25%>
	In us, that are our own great deputy,
	And bear possession of our person here,
	Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 2><SCENE 1><26%>
<K. JOHN>	<26%>
	Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
	I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers
	And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
	Then after fight who shall be king of it?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 2><SCENE 1><26%>
<K. JOHN>	<27%>
	We from the west will send destruction
	Into this city's bosom.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 2><SCENE 1><27%>
<K. JOHN>	<27%>
	Speak on with favour: we are bent to hear.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 2><SCENE 1><29%>
<K. JOHN>	<30%>
	If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
	Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,'
	Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:
	For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
	And all that we upon this side the sea,
	Except this city now by us besieg'd,
	Find liable to our crown and dignity,
	Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
	In titles, honours, and promotions,
	As she in beauty, education, blood,
	Holds hand with any princess of the world.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 2><SCENE 1><30%>
<K. JOHN>	<31%>
	What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 2><SCENE 1><30%>
<K. JOHN>	<31%>
	Speak then, Prince Dauphin; can you love this lady?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 2><SCENE 1><31%>
<K. JOHN>	<31%>
	Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
	Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
	With her to thee; and this addition more,
	Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
	Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
	Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 2><SCENE 1><31%>
<K. JOHN>	<32%>
	We will heal up all;
	For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Britaine
	And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
	We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance:
	Some speedy messenger bid her repair
	To our solemnity: I trust we shall,
	If not fill up the measure of her will,
	Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
	That we shall stop her exclamation.
	Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
	To this unlook'd-for unprepared pomp.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 3><SCENE 1><38%>
<K. JOHN>	<39%>
	We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 3><SCENE 1><39%>
<K. JOHN>	<39%>
	What earthly name to interrogatories
	Can task the free breath of a sacred king?
	Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
	So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,
	To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
	Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England
	Add thus much more: that no Italian priest
	Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
	But as we under heaven are supreme head,
	So under him that great supremacy,
	Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
	Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
	So tell the pope; all reverence set apart
	To him, and his usurp'd authority.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 3><SCENE 1><39%>
<K. JOHN>	<40%>
	Though you and all the kings of Christendom
	Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
	Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
	And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
	Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
	Who in that sale sells pardon from himself;
	Though you and all the rest so grossly led
	This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;
	Yet I alone, alone do me oppose
	Against the pope, and count his friends my foes.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 3><SCENE 1><41%>
<K. JOHN>	<41%>
	Philip, what sayst thou to the cardinal?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 3><SCENE 1><41%>
<K. JOHN>	<42%>
	The king is mov'd, and answers not to this.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. JOHN>	<46%>
	France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<K. JOHN>	<47%>
	Cousin, go draw our puissance together.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Bastard.>
</STAGE DIR>
	France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;
	A rage whose heat hath this condition,
	That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
	The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood of France.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<K. JOHN>	<47%>
	No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie!
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 3><SCENE 2><47%>
<K. JOHN>	<47%>
	Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up,
	My mother is assailed in our tent,
	And ta'en, I fear.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 3><SCENE 3><47%>
<K. JOHN>	<48%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To Elinor.>
</STAGE DIR> So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind
	So strongly guarded. <STAGE DIR>
<To Arthur.>
</STAGE DIR> Cousin, look not sad:
	Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
	As dear be to thee as thy father was.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 3><SCENE 3><47%>
<K. JOHN>	<48%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To the Bastard.>
</STAGE DIR> Cousin, away for England! haste before;
	And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
	Of hoarding abbots; set at liberty
	Imprison'd angels: the fat ribs of peace
	Must by the hungry now be fed upon:
	Use our commission in his utmost force.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 3><SCENE 3><48%>
<K. JOHN>	<48%>
	Coz, farewell.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 3><SCENE 3><48%>
<K. JOHN>	<49%>
	Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
	We owe thee much: within this wall of flesh
	There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
	And with advantage means to pay thy love:
	And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
	Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
	Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
	But I will fit it with some better time.
	By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
	To say what good respect I have of thee.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 3><SCENE 3><48%>
<K. JOHN>	<49%>
	Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet;
	But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
	Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
	I had a thing to say, but let it go:
	The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
	Attended with the pleasures of the world,
	Is all too wanton and too full of gawds
	To give me audience: if the midnight bell
	Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
	Sound one into the drowsy race of night;
	If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
	And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
	Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
	Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
	Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
	Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes
	And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
	A passion hateful to my purposes;
	Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
	Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
	Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
	Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
	Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
	I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
	But ah! I will not: yet I love thee well;
	And, by my troth, I think thou lov'st me well.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 3><SCENE 3><49%>
<K. JOHN>	<50%>
	Do not I know thou wouldst?
	Good Hubert! Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
	On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
	He is a very serpent in my way;
	And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread
	He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
	Thou art his keeper.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 3><SCENE 3><49%>
<K. JOHN>	<50%>
	Death.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 3><SCENE 3><50%>
<K. JOHN>	<50%>
	A grave.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 3><SCENE 3><50%>
<K. JOHN>	<50%>
	Enough.
	I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
	Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
	Remember. Madam, fare you well:
	I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 3><SCENE 3><50%>
<K. JOHN>	<50%>
	For England, cousin; go:
	Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
	With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 4><SCENE 2><62%>
<K. JOHN>	<63%>
	Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
	And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 4><SCENE 2><64%>
<K. JOHN>	<65%>
	Some reasons of this double coronation
	I have possess'd you with and think them strong;
	And more, more strong,when lesser is my fear,
	I shall indue you with: meantime but ask
	What you would have reform'd that is not well;
	And well shall you perceive how willingly
	I will both hear and grant you your requests.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 4><SCENE 2><65%>
<K. JOHN>	<66%>
	Let it be so: I do commit his youth
	To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 4><SCENE 2><65%>
<K. JOHN>	<66%>
	We cannot hold mortality's strong hand:
	Good lords, although my will to give is living,
	The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
	He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to-night.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<K. JOHN>	<66%>
	Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
	Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
	Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 4><SCENE 2><66%>
<K. JOHN>	<67%>
	They burn in indignation. I repent:
	There is no sure foundation set on blood,
	No certain life achiev'd by others' death.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter a Messenger.>
</STAGE DIR>
	A fearful eye thou hast: where is that blood
	That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
	So foul a sky clears not without a storm:
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<K. JOHN>	<67%>
	O! where hath our intelligence been drunk?
	Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care
	That such an army could be drawn in France,
	And she not hear of it?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<K. JOHN>	<68%>
	Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
	O! make a league with me, till I have pleas'd
	My discontented peers. What! mother dead!
	How wildly then walks my estate in France!
	Under whose conduct came those powers of France
	That thou for truth giv'st out are landed here?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 4><SCENE 2><67%>
<K. JOHN>	<68%>
	Thou hast made me giddy
	With these ill tidings.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Now, what says the world
	To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 4><SCENE 2><68%>
<K. JOHN>	<68%>
	Bear with me, cousin, for I was amaz'd
	Under the tide; but now I breathe again
	Aloft the flood, and can give audience
	To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 4><SCENE 2><68%>
<K. JOHN>	<69%>
	Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 4><SCENE 2><68%>
<K. JOHN>	<69%>
	Hubert, away with him; imprison him:
	And on that day at noon, whereon, he says,
	I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd.
	Deliver him to safety, and return,
	For I must use thee.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Hubert, with Peter.>
</STAGE DIR>
	O my gentle cousin,
	Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 4><SCENE 2><69%>
<K. JOHN>	<69%>
	Gentle kinsman, go,
	And thrust thyself into their companies.
	I have a way to win their loves again;
	Bring them before me.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 4><SCENE 2><69%>
<K. JOHN>	<70%>
	Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.
	O! let me have no subject enemies
	When adverse foreigners affright my towns
	With dreadful pomp of stout invasion.
	Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,
	And fly like thought from them to me again.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 4><SCENE 2><69%>
<K. JOHN>	<70%>
	Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Bastard.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Go after him; for he perhaps shall need
	Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
	And be thou he.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 4><SCENE 2><69%>
<K. JOHN>	<70%>
	My mother dead!

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<K. JOHN>	<70%>
	Five moons!
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<K. JOHN>	<71%>
	Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?
	Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?
	Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause
	To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 4><SCENE 2><70%>
<K. JOHN>	<71%>
	It is the curse of kings to be attended
	By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
	To break within the bloody house of life,
	And on the winking of authority
	To understand a law, to know the meaning
	Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns
	More upon humour than advis'd respect.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 4><SCENE 2><71%>
<K. JOHN>	<71%>
	O! when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth
	Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal
	Witness against us to damnation.
	How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
	Makes ill deeds done! Hadst not thou been by,
	A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
	Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame,
	This murder had not come into my mind;
	But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,
	Finding thee fit for bloody villany,
	Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
	I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
	And thou, to be endeared to a king,
	Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 4><SCENE 2><71%>
<K. JOHN>	<72%>
	Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause
	When I spake darkly what I purposed,
	Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,
	As bid me tell my tale in express words,
	Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
	And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me:
	But thou didst understand me by my signs
	And didst in signs again parley with sin;
	Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,
	And consequently thy rude hand to act
	The deed which both our tongues held vile to name.
	Out of my sight, and never see me more!
	My nobles leave me; and my state is brav'd,
	Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers:
	Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
	This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,
	Hostility and civil tumult reigns
	Between my conscience and my cousin's death.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 4><SCENE 2><72%>
<K. JOHN>	<73%>
	Doth Arthur live? O! haste thee to the peers,
	Throw this report on their incensed rage,
	And make them tame to their obedience.
	Forgive the comment that my passion made
	Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
	And foul imaginary eyes of blood
	Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
	O! answer not; but to my closet bring
	The angry lords, with all expedient haste.
	I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 5><SCENE 1><79%>
<K. JOHN>	<80%>
	Thus have I yielded up into your hand
	The circle of my glory.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 5><SCENE 1><80%>
<K. JOHN>	<80%>
	Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,
	And from his holiness use all your power
	To stop their marches 'fore we are inflam'd.
	Our discontented counties do revolt,
	Our people quarrel with obedience,
	Swearing allegiance and the love of soul
	To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
	This inundation of mistemper'd humour
	Rests by you only to be qualified:
	Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
	That present medicine must be minister'd,
	Or overthrow incurable ensues.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 5><SCENE 1><80%>
<K. JOHN>	<81%>
	Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet
	Say that before Ascension-day at noon
	My crown I should give off? Even so I have:
	I did suppose it should be on constraint;
	But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary.

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 5><SCENE 1><81%>
<K. JOHN>	<81%>
	Would not my lords return to me again
	After they heard young Arthur was alive?
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 5><SCENE 1><81%>
<K. JOHN>	<81%>
	That villain Hubert told me he did live.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 5><SCENE 1><82%>
<K. JOHN>	<82%>
	The legate of the pope hath been with me,
	And I have made a happy peace with him;
	And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
	Led by the Dauphin.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 5><SCENE 1><82%>
<K. JOHN>	<83%>
	Have thou the ordering of this present time.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<K. JOHN>	<89%>
	How goes the day with us? O! tell me, Hubert.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<K. JOHN>	<89%>
	This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
	Lies heavy on me: O! my heart is sick.

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<K. JOHN>	<90%>
	Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 5><SCENE 3><89%>
<K. JOHN>	<90%>
	Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
	And will not let me welcome this good news.
	Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight;
	Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 5><SCENE 7><96%>
<K. JOHN>	<97%>
	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.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 5><SCENE 7><96%>
<K. JOHN>	<97%>
	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 comfort; and you are so strait
	And so ingrateful you deny me that.
</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 5><SCENE 7><97%>
<K. JOHN>	<97%>
	The salt in them is hot.
	Within me is a hell; and there the poison
	Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize
	On unreprievable condemned blood.

</K. JOHN>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 5><SCENE 7><97%>
<K. JOHN>	<97%>
	O cousin! thou art come to set mine eye:
	The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd,
	And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail
	Are turned to one thread, one little hair;
	My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
	Which holds but till thy news be uttered;
	And then all this thou seest is but a clod
	And module of confounded royalty.
</K. JOHN>

