| ACT V SCENE IV | Another part of the field. | |
| | 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, | 5 |
| | 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. | 10 |
| 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; | 15 |
| | 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; | 20 |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | 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 | 30 |
| | 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 | 35 |
| | 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, | 40 |
| | 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. | 45 |
| | 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. | 50 |
| 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, | 55 |
| | 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; | 60 |
| | 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. | |
