JOHN.  Your lordship hath said right.  Lord Salisbury,
Is not your mind as ours concerning Ely?

SAL.  I judge him worthy of reproof and shame.

JOHN.  Warman, bring forth your prisoner, Ely, the chancellor;
And with him bring the seal that he detains. 
Warman, why goest thou not?

WAR.  Be good to me, my lord.

JOHN.  What hast thou done?

WAR.  Speak for me, my Lord Prior: 
All my good lords entreat his grace for me. 
Ely, my lord—­

JOHN.  Why, where is Ely, Warman?

WAR.  Fled to-day:  this misty morning he is fled away.

JOHN.  O Judas! whom nor friend nor foe may trust,
Think’st thou with tears and plaints to answer this? 
Do I not know thy heart? do I not know
That bribes have purchas’d Ely this escape? 
Never make antic faces, never bend
With feigned humblesse thy still crouching knee,
But with fix’d eyes unto thy doom attend. 
Villain!  I’ll plague thee for abusing me. 
Go hence; and henceforth never set thy foot
In house or field thou didst this day possess. 
Mark what I say:  advise thee to look to’t,
Or else, be sure, thou diest remediless. 
Nor from those houses see that thou receive
So much as shall sustain thee for an hour,
But as thou art, go where thou canst; get friends,
And he that feeds thee be mine enemy.

WAR.  O my good lord!

JOHN.  Thou thy good lord betrayedst,
And all the world for money thou wilt sell.

WAR.  What says the queen?

QUEEN.  Why, thus I say: 
Betray thy master, thou wilt all betray.

WAR.  My Lords of Chester and of Salisbury!

BOTH.  Speak not to us:  all traitors we defy.

WAR.  Good my Lord Prior!

PRIOR.  Alas! what can I do?

WAR.  Then I defy the world! yet I desire
Your grace would read this supplication.

[JOHN reads.

JOHN.  I thought as much:  but, Warman, dost thou think
There is one moving line to mercy here? 
I tell thee, no; therefore away, away! 
A shameful death follows thy longer stay.

WAR.  O poor, poor man! 
Of miserable miserablest wretch I am. [Exit.

JOHN.  Confusion be thy guide! a baser slave
Earth cannot bear:  plagues follow him, I crave. 
Can any tell me if my Lord of York
Be able to sit up?

QUEEN.  The Archbishop’s grace
Was reasonable well even now, good son.

SAL.  And he desir’d me that I should desire
Your majesty to send unto his grace,
If any matter did import his presence.

JOHN.  We will ourselves step in and visit him. 
Mother and my good lords, will you attend us?

PRIOR.  I gladly will attend your majesty.

JOHN.  Now, good lord, help us!  When I said good lords,
I meant not you, Lord Prior:  lord I know you are,
But good, God knows, you never mean to be.