The Complete Historical Plays of William Shakespeare. William ShakespeareЧитать онлайн книгу.

       What have you lost by losing of this day?

       LOUIS.

       All days of glory, joy, and happiness.

       PANDULPH.

       If you had won it, certainly you had.

       No, no; when Fortune means to men most good,

       She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

       ‘Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost

       In this which he accounts so clearly won.

       Are not you griev’d that Arthur is his prisoner?

       LouIS.

       As heartily as he is glad he hath him.

       PANDULPH.

       Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.

       Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;

       For even the breath of what I mean to speak

       Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,

       Out of the path which shall directly lead

       Thy foot to England’s throne; and therefore mark.

       John hath seiz’d Arthur; and it cannot be

       That, whiles warm life plays in that infant’s veins,

       The misplac’d John should entertain an hour,

       One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest:

       A sceptre snatch’d with an unruly hand

       Must be boisterously maintain’d as gain’d:

       And he that stands upon a slippery place

       Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:

       That John may stand then, Arthur needs must fall:

       So be it, for it cannot be but so.

       LOUIS.

       But what shall I gain by young Arthur’s fall?

       PANDULPH.

       You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,

       May then make all the claim that Arthur did.

       LOUIS.

       And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.

       PANDULPH.

       How green you are, and fresh in this old world!

       John lays you plots; the times conspire with you;

       For he that steeps his safety in true blood

       Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.

       This act, so evilly borne, shall cool the hearts

       Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal,

       That none so small advantage shall step forth

       To check his reign, but they will cherish it;

       No natural exhalation in the sky,

       No scope of nature, no distemper’d day,

       No common wind, no customed event,

       But they will pluck away his natural cause

       And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,

       Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,

       Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

       LOUIS.

       May be he will not touch young Arthur’s life,

       But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

       PANDULPH.

       O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,

       If that young Arthur be not gone already,

       Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts

       Of all his people shall revolt from him,

       And kiss the lips of unacquainted change;

       And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath

       Out of the bloody fingers’ ends of john.

       Methinks I see this hurly all on foot:

       And, O, what better matter breeds for you

       Than I have nam’d!—The bastard Falconbridge

       Is now in England, ransacking the church,

       Offending charity: if but a dozen French

       Were there in arms, they would be as a call

       To train ten thousand English to their side:

       Or as a little snow, tumbled about

       Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,

       Go with me to the king:—‘tis wonderful

       What may be wrought out of their discontent,

       Now that their souls are topful of offence:

       For England go:—I will whet on the king.

       LOUIS.

       Strong reasons makes strong actions: let us go:

       If you say ay, the king will not say no.

       [Exeunt.]