[528] _sin of times_] F₄. _sinne of times_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _sins of time_ Pope. _sin of time_ Steevens. _sin of time's_ Keightley conj. [529] _hand!_] _hand?_ Ff. _hand,--_ Capell. [530] _his_] _this_ Rowe. [531] _hand_] _head_ Singer (Farmer conj.). [Taking Arthur's hand. Mason conj. [532] SCENE VI. Pope. [533] _law?_] F₁ F₄. _law._ F₂ F₃. [Drawing his sword.] Pope. [534] _of_] _but_ Collier (Collier MS.). [535] _Do not_] _Do but_ or _Do you_ Keightley conj. [536] _thee_] _the_ Warburton (a misprint). [537] _wilt thou_] _will you_ Rowe (ed. 2). [538] _such rheum_] _such a rheum_ Warburton. [539] _innocency_] _innocence_ Pope. [540] _savours_] F₁. _savour_ F₂ F₃ F₄. [541] _this_] _the_ F₄. [542] SCENE VII. Pope. [543] _Beyond ... Hubert._] Arranged as by Pope. As two lines, the first ending _mercy,_ in Ff. [544] _as black--_] Rowe (ed. 2). _as blacke,_ F₁ F₂. _as black,_ F₃ F₄. _so black--_ Pope. [545] _soul--_] Pope. _soule._ F₁ F₂. _soul._ F₃ F₄. [546] _serve to_] Omitted by Pope. [547] _thyself_] om. Steevens conj. (ending line 129 at _will be_). [548] [Hubert takes up Arthur. Collier (Collier MS.). [549] _up!... royalty,_] Theobald. _up, ... royalty?_ Ff. [550] _scamble_] _scramble_ Rowe. [551] _proud swelling_] Pope. _proud-swelling_ Ff. [552] _sick-fallen_] _sick, fall'n_ Pope. [553] _wrested_] _wasted_ Anon. conj. [554] _cincture_] Pope. _center_ Ff. _bever_ Anon. MS. conj. (ap. Halliwell). [555] _in_] _at_ Rowe. [556] Exeunt.] Exit. Ff. Exeunt; Hubert bearing out Arthur. Collier (Collier MS.). ACT V. SCENE I. KING JOHN'S _palace_. _Enter_ KING JOHN, PANDULPH, _and_ Attendants.[557] _K. John._ Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. [_Giving the crown._[558] _Pand._ Take again From this my hand, as holding of the pope[559] Your sovereign greatness and authority. _K. John._ Now keep your holy word: go meet the French, 5 And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed.[560] Our discontented counties do revolt; Our people quarrel with obedience, Swearing allegiance and the love of soul[561] 10 To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. This inundation of mistemper'd humour[562] Rests by you only to be qualified: Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, That present medicine must be minister'd, 15 Or overthrow incurable ensues.[563] _Pand._ It was my breath that blew this tempest up. Upon your stubborn usage of the pope; But since you are a gentle convertite, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war 20 And make fair weather in your blustering land. On this Ascension-day, remember well, Upon your oath of service to the pope, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [_Exit._