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And confident from foreign purposes,
Whiles we, God's wrathsul agent, do correct Even till that utmost corner of the west
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war retura Will I not think of home, but follow arms. From France to England, there to live in peace! Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's England we love; and, for that England's sake, thanks,
With burden of our armour here we sweat: Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; To make a more requital to your love.
But thou from loving England art so far, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, their swords
Cut off the sequence of posterity, La such a just and charitable war.
Outlaced infant state, and done a rape K. Phi. Well then, to work: our cannon shall Upon the maiden virt:le of the crown. be bent
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;Against the brows of this resisting town. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
This little abstract doth contain that large, To cull the plots of best advantages :'
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Shall draw this brieff into as huge a volume. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, But we will make it subject to this boy.
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, My lord Chatillon may from England bring When living blood doth in these temples beat, That right in peace, which here we urge in war; Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest ? And then we shall repent each drop of blood, K. John. From whom hast thou this great comThat hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
To draw my answer from thy articles ?
K. Phi. "From that supernale judge, that stirs R. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
good thoughts Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: Chat. Then turn your forces from this
paltry siege, Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And stir them up against a mightier task.
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it. England, impatient of your just demands,
K. Jolin. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? To land his legions all as soon as 1 :
Const, Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. His marches are expedient to this town,
Eli. Out, insolent ! thy bastard shall be king;
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen,
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, An Até,' stirring him to blood and strife;
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ;
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:
Than thou and John in manners; being as like, And all the unsettled humours of the land,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His faiher never was so true begot ;
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
father. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that
would blot thee. Than now the English bottoms have wast o'er,
Aust. Peace! Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Hear the crier.
What the devil art thou ? The interruption of their churlish drums
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
you, To parley, or to fight; therefore,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
I'll smoke your skin-coat,' an I catch you right; We must a wake endeavour for defence;
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith. For courage mounteth with occasion :
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Let them alone be welcome then, we are prepar’d. That did disrobe the lion of that robe !
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :Pembroke, and forces,
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. peace permit
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deals our Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Il not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! With this abundance of superfluous breath? (1) Best stations to over-awe the town.
(5) Undermined. (6) Succession, (2) Immediate, expeditious.
(7) A short writing. (8) Celestial, (3) The goddess of revenge.
(4) Mischief (9) Austria wears a lion's skin.
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do Our trumpet
call'd you to this gentle parle. straight.
K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, hear Lew. Women and fools, break off your confer
These flags of France, that are advanced here King John, this is the very sum of all,
Before the eye and prospect of your town, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Have bither march'd to your endamagement : In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms? And ready mounted are they, lo spit forth K. John. My life as soon:-1 do defy thee, Their irun indignation 'gainst your walls : France.
All preparation for a bloody siege, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; And merciless proceeding by these French, And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Submit thee, boy.
That as a waist do girdle you about,
Come to thy grandam, child. By the compulsion of their ordnance
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, Arth.
Good my mother, peace! Who painfully, with much expedient march, I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Have broughi a countercheck before your gates, I am not worth this coil' that's made for me. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : weeps.
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r? she does, To make a shaking fever in your walls, or no!
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, H's grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, To make a faithless error in your ears : Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor which trust accordingly, kind citizens, eyes,
And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Forwearieds in this action of swist speed, Av, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd Crave harbourage within your city walls. To do him justice, and revenge on you.
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and is most divinely vow'd upon the right earth!
OC him it holds, stands young Plantagenet;
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : or this oppressed' boy : This is thy eldest son's son, For this down-trodden equity, we tread Infortunate in nothing but in thce;.
In warlike march these greens before your town: Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
Being no further enemy to you, The canon of the Isw is laid on him,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Being but the second generation
In the relief of this oppressed child, Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then K. John. Bedlam, have done.
To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Const.
I have but this to say,- To him that owese it ; namely, this young prince : That he's not only plagued for her sin,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, But God hath made her sin and her the plague Save in aspéch, have all offence seal'd up; On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent And wi'h her plague, her sin; his injury Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Hör injury,-the beadle to her sin ;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, All punish'd in the person of this child,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, And all for her; A plague upon her!
We will bear home that lusty blood again, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce Which here we came to spout against your town, A will, that bars the litle of thy son.
And leave your ch ldren, wives, and you, in peace. Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! 'Tis not the rondure' of your old-fac'd walls K. Phi. Peace, lady ; pause, or be more tempe- Can hide you from our messengers of war; rate :
Though all these English, and iheir discipline, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim'
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls In that behalf which we have challeng'd'it ? These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. And stalk in blood to our possession?
i Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls.
subjects; 1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls ? For him, and in his right, we hold this lown. K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let K. John.
England, for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, i Cit. That can we not : but be that provos the K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's king, subjects,
Conference. (5) Worn out (1) Buste. (2) Whether. (3) To encourage.
To him will we prove loyal; till that time, Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
By our best eyes cannot be censured:'
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
blows; Bast. Bastards, and else.
Strength match'd with strength, and power conB. John. To verify our title with their lives.
fronted power : K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as Both are alike; and both alike we like. those,
One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, Bast. Some bastards too.
We hold our town for neither; yet for both. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, Enter, at one sizle, King John, rith his power; We, for the worthiesi, hold the right from both. Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and forces. souls,
K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to That to their everlasting residence,
cast away? Before the dew of evening fall, shall feet,
Say, shall the current of our right run on ?
whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,
With course disturb'd even thy contining shores; e'er since,
A peaceful progress to the ocean. Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home,
of blood, At your den, sirrah, (To Austria,] with your In this hot trial, more than we of France ; lioness,
Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear, I'd set an ox head to your lion's hide,
That sways the earth this climate overlooks, And make a monster of you.
Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, Aust.
Peace; no more.
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we Basi, O, tremble ; for you hear the lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll Or add a royal number to the dead;
bear, set forth,
Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, In best appointment, all our regiments.
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis.) and at the When the rich blood of kings is set on fire !
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, other hill
10, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
(Exeunt. And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, SCENE II.-The same. Alarums and E.ccur-In undetermin'd differences of kings.
sions ; then a Relreal. Enter a French Herald, Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? with trumpets, to the gates.
Cry, havoc, kings ! back to the stained field, F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your Then let confusion of one part confirm
You equal potents,a fiery-kindled spirits ! gates,
The oiher's peace; till then, blows, blood, and And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
death! Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet Much work for tears in many an English mother,
admit? Whose sons lie scatter'd on ihe bleeding ground:
K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
your king? Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
1 Cil. The king of England, when we know the And victory, with little loss, doth play
king. Upon the dancing banners of the French;
K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
right. To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours. And bear possession of our person here; Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your And, till it be undoubled, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd rates; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, King'd of our fears; until our fears, resolvid, Commander of this hot malicious day!
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Their arınours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, Bast. By heaven, these scroyles: of Angiers fout Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
you, kings; There stuck no plume in any English crest,
And stand securely on their battlements, That is removed by a stuff of France ;
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Our colours do return in those same hands At your industrious scenes and acts of death, That did display them when we first march'd forth ; Your royal presences be ruld by me; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Do like the muliness of Jerusalem. Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Be friends a while, and both coujointly bend Dyed in the dying slaughter of iheir loes : Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: Open your gates, and give the victors way. By cast and west let France and England mount
(1) Judged, determined. (2) Potentates. (3) Scabby fellows. (4) Mutineers.
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths; To our fast-closed gates ; for, at this match, Till their soul-learing clampurs have brawl'd down With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, The finty ribs of this contemptuous city: The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
And give you entrance; but, without this maich, Even till unfenced desolation
The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
Lions more contident, mountains and rocks That done, dissever your united strengths, More free from motion; no, not death himself And part your mingled colours once a ain; In mortal fury hali'so peren ptory, Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:
As we to keep this city. Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Here's a stay, Out of one side her happy minion;
That shakes the rotten carcase of old death To whom in favour she shall give the day, Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, And kiss him with a glorious victory.
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? Smacks it not something of the policy?
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our as maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! heads,
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ? I like it well ;-France, shall we knit our powers, He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
bounce; Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? He gives the bastinado with his tongue ;
Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king, Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his, Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,- But buffets better than a fist of France: Turn thou the mouth of thy'artillery,
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, As we will ours, against these saucy walls : Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad. And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Give with our niece a dowry large enough: Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie K. Phi. Let it be so:--Say, where will you Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, assault?
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe K. John. We from the west will send destruction The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. Into the city's bosom.
I see a yielding in the looks of France; Aust. I from the north.
Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their K. Phi.
Our thunder from the south, souls
Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south, Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
(Aside. Cool and congeal again to what it was. 'll stir them to it:-Come, away, away!
I Cil. Why answer not the double majesties i Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while This friendly treaty of our threaten'd lown ?
K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath beer And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league; forward first Win you this city without stroke, or wound; To speak unto this city: What say you? Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely That here come sacrifices for the field :
son, Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.
Can in this book of beauty read, I love, K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: to hear.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, and Poictiers, i Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady and all that we upon this side the sea Blanch,
(Except this city now by us besieg'd,) Is ncar to England; Look upon the years Find liable to our crown and dignity, Or Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid : Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rleb If lusty love sho go in quest of beauty, In titles, honours, and promotions, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? As she in beauty, education, blood, If zealous' love should go in search of virtue, Holds hand with any princess of the world. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
I do protest, I never lov'd myself, He is the hall part of a blessed man,
Till now in fixed I beheld myself, Lcft to be finished by such a she;
Drawn in the lattering tables of her eye. And she a fair divided excellence,
(Whispers with Blanch. Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! 0, two such silver currents, when they join,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! Do glorify the banks that bound them in : And quarter'd in her heart !-he doth espy And two such shores to two such streams made one, Himself love's traitor : This is pity now, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,' That hang'd; and drawn, and quarter'd,' there To these two princes, if you marry them.
should be, This union shall do more than battery can, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.
Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine : (1) Pious. (2) Speed. (3) Picture. If he see aught in you, that makes him like,
That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling common I can with ease translate it to my will;
dity, Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,) Commodity, the bias of the world; I will enforce it easily to my love.
The world, who of itself is peised well, Further I will not datter you, my lord,
Made to run even, upon even ground That all I see in you is worthy love,
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, Than this,--that nothing do I see in you This sway of motion, this commodity, (Though 'churlish thoughts themselves should be Makes it take head from all indifferency, your judge,)
Froin all direction, purpose, course, intent: That I can find should merit any hate.
And this same bias, this commodity, K. John. What say these young ones ? What This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, say you, my niece?
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
And why rail I on this commodity ?
Not that I have the power to clutch' my hand, K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, When his fair angelsø would salule my palm: Maine,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. With her to thee; and this addition more, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich; Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, And being rich, my virtue then shall be, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. To say,-There is no vice, but beggary: K. Phi. It'likes us well ;-Young princes, close Since kings break faith upon commodity, your hands.
Gain, be my lord ! (or I will worship thee! (Eril. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assurd, That I did so, when I was first assur’d.'
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made;
ACT III. For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. SCENE I.-The sanie. The French king's teni. Is not the lady Constance in this troop ?
Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much : Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows.
peace! Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high- False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be ness' tent,
friends! K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those prohave made,
vinces? Will give her sadness very little cure.
It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Brother of England, how may we content Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : This widow lady? In her right we came; It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'lis 80 : Which we, God knows, have turned another way, I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word To our own vantage.*
Is but the vain breath of a common man:
We will heal up all: Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; To our solemnity :- I trust we shall,
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; If not fill up the measure of her will,
A woman, naturally born to fears ; Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, That we shall stop her exclamation.
With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
But they will quake and tremble all this day. To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? (E.ceunt all but the Bastard. The Citizens Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? retire from the walls.
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Like a proud river peering!" o'er his bounds ? Hath willingly departed with a part:
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As God's own soldier,) rounded“ in the ear Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil ; That give you cause to prove my saying true. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith; Const, O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids ;- And let belief and life encounter so, Who having no external thing to lose
As doth the fury of two desperate men, But the word maid --cheats the poor maid of that; Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.
(6) Poised, balanced. (7) Clasp. Conspired. (5) Interest,
(8) Coin. (9) Susceptible. (10) Appearing.