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Which now the manage ? of two kingdoms must Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

liv'd, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, Your brother did employ my father much ;

And once despatch'd him in an embassy Eli. Your strong possession, much more than To Germany, there, with the emperor, your right;

To treat of high affairs touching that time : Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : The advantage of his absence took the king, So much my conscience whispers in your ear; And in the mean time sojourn d at my father's; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak;

But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Between my father and my mother lay, Essex.

(As I have heard my father speak himself, Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, When this same lusty gentleman was got. Come from the country to be judg'd by you, Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? His lands to me; and took it, on his death,

K. John. Let them approach, [Exit Sheriff. That this my mother's son, was none of his ; Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

And, if he were, he came into the world

Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Re enter Sheriff, with Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, and Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, PHILIP, his bastard Brother.

My father's land, as was my father's will.
This expedition's charge. What men are you? K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,

And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;

Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands A soldier, by the honour-giving hand

That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.

Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? K. John. What art thou ?

In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? My brother might not claim him; nor your father, You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes, Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king,

Your father's heir must bave your father's land. That is well known; and, as I think, one father :

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

To dispossess that child which is not his ? I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother ;

Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Than was his will to get me, as I think. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame

Eli. Whether badst thou rather, - be a Faulconthy mother,

bridge, And wound her honour with this diffidence.

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;

Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;

Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, At least from fair five hundred pound a year : And I had his, sir Robert his, like him : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land !

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, younger born,

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.

goes! But once he slander'd me with bastardy :

And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,

'Would I might never stir from off this place, That still I lay upon my mother's head; but, that I am as well begot, my liege,

I'd give it every foot to have this face;

I would not be sir Nob in any case. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy forIf dd sir Robert did beget us both,

tune, And were our father, and this son like him; O oli sir Robert, father, on my knee,

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my K. Jun. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent

chance : us here!

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ; Eli. he hath a tricks of Cæur-de-lion's face,

Yet sell your face for five pence, and, 'tis dear. The accent of his tongue affecteth him :

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. Do you not read some tokens of my son

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. In the large composition of this man ? K. Johr. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,

Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.

K. John. What is thy name? And find them perfect Richard. —Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.

Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father :

K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose With that half-face would he have all my land :

form thou bear'st: A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great : - Conduct, administration.

3 Trace, outline. Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.

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Bast. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. hand;

O me! it is my mother : – How now, good lady? My father gave me honour, yours gave land.

What brings you here to court so hastily? El. The very spirit of Plantagenet !

Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so.

is he? Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : What That holds in chase mine honour up and down? though?

Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son ? K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? desire,

Is it sir Robert's son, that


seek so ? A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.

Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed

boy, For France, for France; for it is more than need.

Sir Robert's son : Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? Bast. Brother, adieu ; good fortune come to He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. thee!

Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.

a while ? [Exeunt all but the Bastard.

Gur. Good leave, good Philip. A foot of honour better than I was ;


Philip? — sparrow! - James, But many a foot of land the worse.

There's toys 6 abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:

(Erit GURNEY. Good den“, sir Richard, God-a-mercy, fellow ; — Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter :

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, For new-made honour doth forget men's names ; That for thineown gain shouldst defend mine honour? 'Tis too respective, and too sociable,

What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? For your conversion. Now your traveller,

Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, — BasiliscoHe and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;

like 7: And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,

What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. Why then I suck my teeth and catechise

But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; My picked man of countries 5 : My dear sir, I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land ; (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)

Legitimation, name, and all is gone : I shall beseech you — That is question now;

Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; And then comes answer like an ABC-book :

Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? O sir, says answer, at your best command ;

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconAt your employment ; at your service, sir :

bridge? No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. And so, ere answer knows what question would,

Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

father; And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,

By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

To make room for him in my husband's bed : It draws toward supper in conclusion so.

Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! But this is worshipful society,

Thou art the issue of my great offence, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :

Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. And not alone in habit and device,

Bast. Madam, I would not wish a better father. Exterior form, outward accoutrement;

Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, But from the inward motion to deliver

And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:

Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Which, though I will not practise to deceive,

Subjected tribute to commanding love, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;

Against whose fury and unmatched force For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. The awless lion could not wage the fight, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?

Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,

[Exeunt. That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?


SCENE I.– France. Before the Walls of Angiers. | And, for amends to his posterity,

At our importance 8, hither is he come,
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;

Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France, And to rebuke the usurpation
and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and of thy unnatural uncle, English John:

Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. – Arth. Heaven will forgive you Caur-de-lion's Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,

death, Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,

The rather, that you give bis offspring life, And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Shadowing their right under your wings of war : By this brave duke came early to his grave :

6 Idle reports.

7 A character in an old drama called Soliman and Perseda. * Good evening

3 My travelled fop. 8 Importunity

I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, But with a heart full of unstained love :

To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition! Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much

Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, We must awake endeavour for defence; As seal to this indenture of my love ;

For courage inounted with occasion :
That to my home I will no more return,

Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,

Enler King John, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard,

PEMBROKE, and Forces.
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,

K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main,

permit The water-walled bulwark, still secure

Our just and lineal entrance to our own! And confident from foreign purposes,

If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. Even till that utmost corner of the west

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy,

Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

K. Phi. Peace be to England : if that war return Const. O, take his mother'sthanks, a widow's thanks, From France to England, there to live in peace! Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, England we love: and, for that England's sake, To make a more requital to your love.

With burden of our armour here we sweat : Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift This toil of ours should be a work of thine; their swords

But thou from loving England art so far, In such a just and charitable war.

That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall Cut off the sequence of posterity, be bent

Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Against the brows of this resisting town.

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;To cull the plots of best advantages 1 :

These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : We'll lay before this town our royal bones,

This little abstract doth contain that large, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time But we will make it subject to this boy.

Shall draw this brief 5 into as huge a volume. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, My lord Chatillon may from England bring And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, That right in peace, which here we urge in war;

How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, And then we shall repent each drop of blood, When living blood doth in these temples beat, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

Which owe 6 the crown that thou o'ermasterest?

K. John. From whom hast thou this great comEnter CHATILLON.

mission, France, K. Phi. A wonder, lady!- lo, upon thy wish,

To draw my answer from thy articles ? Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.

K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,

good thoughts We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.

In any breast of strong authority,
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, To look into the blots and stains of right.
And stir them up against a mightier task.

That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: England, impatient of your just demands,

Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,

And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time

K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. To land his legions all as soon as I :

K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. His marches are expedient ? to this town,

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? His forces strong, his soldiers confident.

Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. With him along is come the mother-queen,

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; An Até , stirring him to blood and strife ;

That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world! With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ;

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :

As thine was to thy husband : and this boy And all the unsettled humours of the land,

Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

Than thou and John in manners; and, I think, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,

His father never was so true begot; Ilave sold their fortunes at their native homes,

It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,

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 Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er

blot thee. Did never float upon the swelling tide,

Aust. Peace ! To do offence and scath 4 in Christendom.


Hear the crier. The interruption of their churlish drums


What the devil art thou? [Drums beat.

Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,

An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. ! Best stations to over-awe the town.

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, ? Immediate, expeditious. 3 The Goddess of Revenge. • Mischief.

• A short.writing

6 Own

us first.


Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; X. John. For our advantage ; – Therefore hear
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right :
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith.

These flags of France, that are advanced here Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Before the eye and prospect of your town, That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Have hither march'd to your endamagement : Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :

And ready mounted are they to spit forth
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back ; Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :
Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. All preparation for a bloody siege,

Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears And merciless proceeding by these French,
With this abundance of superfluous breath ? Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones,

That as a waist do girdle you about,
Lew. Women and fools, break off your confer- By the compulsion of their ordnance

By this time from their fixed beds of lime King John, this is the very sum of all,

Had been dishabited, and wide havock made England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, For bloody power to rush upon your peace. In right of Arthur do I claim of thee :

But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? Who painfully with much expedient march, K. John. My life as soon : - I do defy thee Have brought a countercheck before your gates, France.

To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks, – Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : To make a shaking fever in your walls, Submit thee, boy.

They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, El.

Come to thy grandam, child. To make a faithless error in your ears : Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child ; Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will And let us in, your king ; whose labour'd spirits, Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:

Forwearied in this action of swift speed, There's a good grandam.

Crave harbourage within your city walls. Arth.

Good my mother, peace ! K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us I would, that I were low laid in my grave;

both. I am not worth this coil 7 that's made for me. Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he is most divinely vow'd upon the right weeps.

Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet; Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! Son to the elder brother of this man, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, For this down-trodden equity, we tread Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ir warlike march these greens before your town; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd Being no further enemy to you, To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and In the relief of this oppressed child, earth!

Religiously provokes. Be pleased then Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and To pay that duty, which you truly owe, earth!

To him that owes 2 it; namely, this young prince : Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Save in aspéct, have all offence seal'd up; Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son, Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Thy sins are visited in this poor child.

And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, A will that bars the title of thy son.

We will bear home that lusty blood again, Const. Ay, who doubts that? 'a will! a wicked will; Which here we came to spout against your town, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will ! And leave your children, wives, and you in peace.

K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate : But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim 8

"Tis not the roundure 3 of your old-fac'd walls To these ill-tuned repetitions.

Can hide you from our messengers of war : Some trumpet summon hither to the walls

Though all these English, and their discipline, These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,

In that behalf which we have challeng'd it? Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the Walls.

Or shall we give the signal to our rage, i Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls ? And stalk in blood to our possession ? K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.

1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's K. John. England, for itself:

subjects; You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,

For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's

K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let subjects, Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle. 9 7 Bustle. 8 To encourage. 9 Conference,

3 Circle.

me in.

I Worn out.

2 Owns.

i Cit. That can we not: but he that proves the king, Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might bebold, To him will we prove loyal; till that time, From first to last, the onset and retire Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. Of both your armies; whose equality K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove By our best eyes cannot be censured * : the king ?

Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

blows; Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed, - Strength match'd with strength, and power conBart. Bastards, and else.

fronted power : K. John. To verify our title with their lives. Both are alike; and both alike we like. K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even, those,

We hold our town for neither; yet for both. Bast. Some bastards too. K. Phi. Stand in his face to contradict his claim. Enter, at one side, King John, with his Power ; 1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,

ELINOR, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.

King Philip, LEWIS, AUSTRIA, and Forces. K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast souls,

away? That to their everlasting residence,

Say, shall the current of our right run on? Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,

Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !

Shall leave his native channel, and o’erswell K. Phi. Amen! Amen!. Mount, chevaliers, to With course disturb'd even thy confining shores, arms !

Unless thou let his silver water keep Bast. St. George, — that swing'd the dragon, A peaceful progress to the ocean. and e'er since,

K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,

blood, Teach us some fence! — Sirrah, were I at home, In this hot trial, more than we of France; At your den, sirrah, [To Austria.) with your 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 bear, Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. Or add a royal number to the dead; K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, forth,

With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. In best appointment, all our regiments.

Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! K. Phi. It shall be so ; — [To Lewis.] and at the O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; other hill

The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; Command the rest to stand. — God, and our right! And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,

[Ereunt. In undetermin’d differences of kings. — SCENE II. The same.

Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Alarums and Excursions ; then a Retreat. Enter a Cry, havock, kings ! back to the stained field,

French Herald, with Trumpets, to the Gates. You equal potents 5, fiery kindled spirits !
F.Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!

Then let confusion of one part confirm
And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made

K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? Much work for tears in many an English mother,

K. Phi. Speak, citizens. for England; who's your Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:

king ? Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,

1 Cis. The king of England, when we know the king. Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;

K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his And victory, with little loss, doth play

right. Upon the dancing banners of the French;

K. John. In us that are our own great deputy, Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,

And bear possession of our person here; To enter conquerors, and to proclaim

Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.

i Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this;

And, till it be undoubted, we do lock Enter an English Herald, with Trumpets. Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your King'd of our fears; until our fears resolv’d, bells,

Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd.
King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Bast. By heaven these scroyles 6 of Angiers flout
Commander of this hot malicious day!

you, kings;
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, And stand securely on their battlements,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
There stuck no plume in any English crest, At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
That is removed by a staff of France;

Your royal presences be rul’d by me;
Our colours do return in those same hands

Do like the mutines 7 of Jerusalem ;
That did display them when we first march'd forth; Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come

Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, By east and west let France and England mount
Died in the dying slaughter of their foes :

5 Potentates Open your gates, and give the victors way.

4 Judged, determined.

6 Scabby fellows.

7 Mutineers.

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