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Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.--
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
K. Phi. It likes us well ;-Young princes, close your
Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd,
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; For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The riles of marriage shall be solemniz'd. Is not the lady Constance in this troop?
I know, she is not; for this match, made
up, Her presence would have interrupted much :Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.
K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we have
Will give her sadness very little core.-
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow lady? In ber right we came;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd apother way,
To our own vantage.
We will heal
For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne,
And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
We make him lord of.—Call the lady Constance;
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our solemnity :-I trust we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp,
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.—The Citisens
retire from the Walls.
Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition !
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
ictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
Ath her to thee; and this addition more,
Il thirty thousand marks of English coin-
ilip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal
mamand thy son and daughter to join hands
K. Phi. It Likes us well ;-Young princes, close your
Aust. And your lips too; for, 1 as well assurd,
at I did so, when I was first assur'd,
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates
t ia that amity which you have made;
r at saint Mary's chapel
ue riles of marriage shall be solemniz'd-
not the lady Constance in this troop?-
now, she is not; for this match, made up,
er presence would have interrupted much :-
here is she and her son? tell me, who knows
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness'tent
K. Phi. And, by my failh, this league
, that we bare
ill give her sadness very little cure.
other of England, how may we content
is widow lady? In her right we came;
rich we, God knows, bave turnd another way,
our own vantage.
1. John. We will heal up all:
we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretague,
I earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
make him lord of-Call the lady Constance;
speedy messenger bid her repair
por solemnity:-1 trust we shall
, All up the measure of her will, me measure satisfy her so,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And France (whose armour conscience buckled on;
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier.), rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil;
That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;
That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,
of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids ;-
Who having no
external thing to lose
Bat the word maid,-clieats the poor maid of that;
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the bias of the world;
The world, who of itself is peised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn hinn from his own determin'd aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a inost base and vile-concluded peace.-
And why rail I on this commodity?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm :
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say, there is no vice, but beggary:
Since kings break faith upon cominodity,
Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! (Exit.
all stop her exclamation.
vell as haste will suffer us,
pok'd for, unprepared pomp.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.- The Citiews
retire from the Walls
lad world! mad kings! mad composition!
up Arthur's title in the whole,
SCENE I. The same. The French King's Tent.
Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.
Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those provinces? It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard; Be well advis’d, tell o'er thy tale again: It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so: I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man: Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears; Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest,
With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again; not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
That give you cause to prove my saying true.
Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter so,
As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.-
Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou?
France friend with England! what becoines of me?
Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight;
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.
Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done,
But spoke the harın that is by others done?
Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content.
Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear. boy!
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great:
of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose; but fortune, O!
She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee;
She adulterales hourly with thine uncle John;
"ENE I. The same. The French King's Tent. inter Constance, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. nst. Gone to be married! gone to swear a blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends, Lewis lave Blanch? and Blanch those provinces
? not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard; :::: advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again: not be; thou dost but say, 'tis so: , I may not trust thee; for thy word he vain breath of a common man:
I do not believe thee, man; g's oath to the contrary: be punish'd for thus frighting me, k, and capable of fears; ith wrongs, and therefore full of fears, ausbandless, subject to fears; naturally born to fears; hthou now confess, thou didst bat jest,
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to fortune, and king John;
That strumpet fortune, that usurping
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
Envenom bim with words; or get thee gone,
And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.
Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with thee:
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
[She throws herself on the Ground. Enter King John, KING PHILIP, Lewis, BLANCH,
ELINOR, BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and Attendants.
K. Phi. "Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day,
Ever in France shall be kept festival:
To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it but a holiday.
Const. A wicked day, and not a holiday!
What hath this day deserv?d? what hath it done;
That it in golden letters should be set,
Among the high tides, in the calendar
Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week;
This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day,