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The rather, that you give his offspring life, To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
[Drums beat. Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Cuts off more circumstance : They are at hand, As seal to this indenture of my love;
To parley or to fight; therefore prepare. That to my home I will no more return,
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expeTill Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
dition! Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Aus. By how much unexpected, by so much Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tide, We must awake endeavour for defence; And coops from other lands her islanders, For courage mounteth with occasion : Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main, Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. That water-walled bulwark, still secure
Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard, And confident from foreign purposes,
PEMBROKE, and Forces. Even till that utmost corner of the west
K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy,
permit Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Const. 0, take his mother's thanks, a widow's If not h
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! thanks,
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Till your strong hand shall help to give him
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to strength
heaven. To make a more requital to your love.
K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war return Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift From France to England, there to live in peace ! their swords
England we love; and for that England's sake, In such a just and charitable war.
With burthen of our armour here we sweat : K. Phi. Well, then, to work ; our cannon shall
This toil of ours should be a work of thine : be bent
But thou from loving England art so far, Against the brows of this resisting town.
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
Cut off the sequence of posterity. To cull the plot of best advantages;
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, This little abstract doth contain that large. But we will make it subject to this boy.
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : That Geffrey was thy elder brother born. My Lord Chatillon may from England bring
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, That right in peace, which here we urge in war ; | And this is Geffrey's : in the name of God. And then we shall repent each drop of blood
How comes it, then, that thou art called a king, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
When living blood doth in these temples beat, Enter CHATILLON.
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ?
K. John. From what hast thou this great comK. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish,
mission, France, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv’d.
To draw my answer from thy articles ? What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs good We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
thoughts Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry | In any breart of strong authority, 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 chastise it. Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do To land his legions all as soon as 1 :
straight. His marches are expedient* to this town,
Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference. His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
King John, this is the very sum of all, — With him along is come the mother.queen,
England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, An Até,t stirring him to blood and strife;
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee : With her, her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ?
will With them a bastard of the king's deceased :
K. John. My life as soon :-I do defy thee, And all the unsettled humours of the land,
France. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, And out of my dear love. I'll give thee more Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Submit thee, boy. * Expeditious. † Até, goddess of revenge,
Come to thy grandame, child., K. Phi. Amen, Amen !-Mount, chevaliers ! to Const. Do, child, go to it' grandame, child;
arms ! Give grandame kingdom, and it' grandame will K. John. Up higher to the plain : where we'll Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
set forth, There's a good grandame.
| In hest appointment, all our regiments. Arth.
Good, my mother, peace!! Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. I would that I were low laid in my grave;
1 K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[to LEWIS.] and at I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
the other hill Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! weeps.
[Exeunt. Const. His grandame's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,
SCENE.- The same. Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor Alarno
poor | Alarums and Excursions ; then a Retreat. Enter eyes,
a French Herald, with Trumpets, to the Gatis. Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib’d F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your To do him justice, and revenge on you.
gates, K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tem- | And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in ; perate :
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim
Much work for tears in many an English mother, To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground; Some trumpet summon hither to the walls Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French ;
Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
Arthur of Bretagne, England's king and yours !
England, for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects! I E ter an English Herald, with Trumpets. K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your subjects,
bells; Our trumpet called you to this gentle parle King John, your king and England's, doth ap. K. John. For our advantage ; — Therefore heari
proach, us first.
Commander of this hot malicious day! These flags of France, that are advanced here Their armours, that march'd hence so silver bright, Before the eye and prospect of our town, | Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood : Have hither march'd to your endamagement: Our colours do return in those same bands, But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,
That did display them when we first march'd forth, Who painfully, with much expedient march And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, To save unscratch'd your city's threaten’d cheeks, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes : Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle: Open your gates, and give the victors way. And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, | Hubert. Heralds, from off our towers we might To make a shaking fever in your walls,
behold, They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, From first to last, the onset and retire To make a faithless error in your ears :
Of both your armies; whose equality Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
By our best eyes cannot be censured : And let us in.
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have an. Cit, In brief, we are the King of England's
swer'd blows; subjects;
Strength match'd with strength, and power conFor him, and in his right, we hold this town.
fronted power : K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let | Both are alike ; and both alike we like. me in.
One must prove greatest, while they weigh so. Cit. That can we not: but he that proves the K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop king,
of blood, To him will we prove loyal ; till that time, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Have we ramm’d up our gates against the world. Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear, K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove That sways the earth this climate overlooks, the king?
| Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. 7
bear, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those Or add a royal number to the dead; souls,
Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, That to their everlasting residence,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet | As she in beauty, education, blood, admit?
Holds hand with any princess of the world. K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England ; whu's K. Phi. What sayst thou, boy ? look in the your king.
lady's face. Hubert. The King of England, when we know Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find the king.
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his | The shadow of myself form’d in her eye ; right,
Which, being but the shadow of your son, K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow : And bear possession of our person here; | I do protest, I never lov'd myself, Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. Till now infixed I beheld myself, Hubert. Hear us, great kings ; vouchsafe a Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. while to stay,
[Whispers with BLANCA. And I shall show you peace, and fair-fac'd league; Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine, Win you this city without stroke or wound; If he see aught in you, that makes him like, Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, That anything he sees, which moves his liking, That here come sacrifices for the field :
I can with ease translate it to my will;
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
Than this,-that nothing do I see in you, Is near to England : Look upon the years Though churlish thoughts themselves should be Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid :
your judge, If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, That I can find should merit any hate. Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch ? K. John. What say these young ones ? What If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
say you, my niece ? Where should he find it purer than in Blanch ? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do It love ambitious sought a match of birth, What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. Whose veins bound richer ! lood than Lady Blanch? K. John. Speak, then, Prince Dauphin; can Such as she is, in beauty, virute, birth,
you love this lady? Is the young Dauphin every way complete ;
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love : 0, two such silver currents, when they join, | For I do love her most unfeignedly. Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, And two such shores to two such streams made one,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
your hands. The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Aust. And your lips too; for I am well assur'd Lions more confident, mountains and rocks | That I did so, when I was first assur'd. More free from motion, no, not death himself K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your In mortal fury half so peremptory,
gates, As we to keep this city.
Let in that amity which you have made; Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this for at Saint Mary's chapel, presently, match;
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. Give our niece a dowry large enough :
Is not the Lady Constance in this troop ? For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
I know she is not; for this match, made up, Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
Her presence would have interrupted much : That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Where is she and her son ? tell me who knows. The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highI see a yielding in the looks of France;
ness' tent. Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we souls
have made, Are capable o' this ambition.
Will give her sadness very little cure. Hubert. Why answer not the double majesties Brother of England, how may we content This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town ? This widow lady? In her right we came; K. Phi, Speak England first, that hath been Which we, God knows, have turn's another way forward first
To our own vantage. To speak unto this city: What say you ?
K. John. We will heal up all, K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely For we'll create"young Arthur Duke of Bretagne . son,
| And Earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
We make him lord of.-Call the Lady Constance; Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen : Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our solemnity :- I trust we shall,
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, If not fill up the measure of her will,
This sway of motion, this commodity, Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
Makes it take head from all indifferency, That we shall stop her exclamation.
From all direction, purpose, course, intent : Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
And this same bias, this commodity, To this unlook'd-for, unprepared pomp.
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Citizens retire from the walls. From a resolv’d and honourable war,
And why rail I on this commodity ?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet; And France, whose armour, conscience buckled on; Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field When his fair angels would salute my palm; As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear But for my hand, as unattempted yet, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil ; Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. That broker that still breaks the pate of faith; Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, And say,—there is no sin but to be rieh ; Commodity,* the bias of the world ;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be, The world, who of itself is poised well,
To say,--there is no vice but beggary; Made to run even ; upon even ground;
Since kings break faith upon commodity, * Commodity means interest, convenience,
| Gain be my lord! for I will worship thee! [Exit.
SCENE.— The same. The French King's Tent. | Lewis marry Blanch ! 0, boy, then where art thou ?
France friend with England! what becomes of me? Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.
Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear al Const. If thou, that bidd'st me be content, wert peace!
grim, False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, friends!
| Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending mark, Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those pro- I would not care, I then would be content; vinces ?
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard ;
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Be well advis’d, tell o'er thy tale again :
But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy! It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so :
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great : I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, Is but the vain breath of a common man ; And with the half-blown rose: but Fortune, O! Believe me, I do not believe thee, man ;
She is corrupted, chang’d, and won from thee; I have a king's oath to the contrary.
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, To tread down fair respect of sovereignty. For I am sick, and capable of fears ;
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ? Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; Envenom him with words; or get thee gone, A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;
And leave those woes alone, which I alone A woman, naturally born to fears ;
Am bound to under-bear. And though thou now confess thou didst but jest Sal.
Pardon me, madam, With my vex'd spirits, I cannot take a truce, I may not go without you to the kings. But they will quake and tremble all this day. Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
with thee: Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ?
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud : What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, To me, and to the state of my great grief, Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Let kings assemble ; for my grief is so great Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? That no supporter but the huge firm earth Then speak again ; not all thy former tale, Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit; But this one word, whether thy tale be true. Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
[She throws herself on the ground. That give you cause to prove my saying true. Const. 0, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Enter King John, King PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
ELINOR, Bastard, AUSTRIA, and Attendants. And let belief and life encounter so,
K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed As doth the fury of two desperate men, Which, in the very meeting, fall and die. - Ever in France shall be kept festival :
The yearly course that brings this day about 1 K. Phi, I am perplex’d, and know not what to
thee more, What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it done, If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ? That it in golden letters should be set,
K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person Among the high tides, in the kalendar ?
yours, Nay, rather turn this day out of the week ; | And tell me how you would bestow yourself. This day of shame, oppression, perjury :
This royal hand and mine are newly knit : This day, all things begun come to ill end ; And the conjunction of our inward souls Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! Married in league, coupled and linked together K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no With all religious strength of sacred vows. cause
The latest breath that gave the sound of words To curse the fair proceedings of this day. Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Have I not pawned to you my majesty?
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves. Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit, And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood, Resembling majesty ; which, being touch'd and So newly joined in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ? Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn; Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,
Heaven, But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: Make such unconstant children of ourselves, Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'a As now again to snatch our palm from palm; kings!
Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed
And make a riot on the gentle brown
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Lady Constance, peace. Some gentle order ; and then we shall be bless'd , Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. To do your pleasure, and continue friends. O Lymoges ! O Austria! thou dost shame
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou Save what is opposite to England's love. coward,
| Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church !, Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, Thou ever strong upon the strongest side ! A mother's curse, on her revolting son. Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, But when her humorous ladyship is by
A chased lion by the mortal paw, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too. A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, And sooth'st up greatness. Thou cold blooded Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost slave,
hold. Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? | K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my Been sworn my soldier? Bidding me depend
faith. Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith; And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?
And, like a civil war, sett'st oath to oath, And wear a lion's hide ! doff* it for shame, | Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow And hang a calf's-kin on those recreant limbs. First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd; Aust. 0, that a man should speak those words That is, to be the champion of our church ! to me!
What since thou swor’st is sworn against thyself, Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant Therefore, thy later vows, against thy first, limbs.
| Is in thyself rebellion to thyself : Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy And better conquest never canst thou make, life.
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant | Against these giddy loose suggestions : Jimbs.
Upon which better part our prayers come in, K. John. We like not this ; thou dost forget If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know thyself.
The peril of our curses light on the
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
But, in despair, die under their black weight. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.
Lew. Father, to arms ! Pand, Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Upon thy wedding-day? Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;
Against the blood that thou hast married ? And raise the power of France upon his head, What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
men ? Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums, thy hand.
Clamours ot hell, be measures to our pomp?
O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new * Doff it means take off. ,
| Is husband in my mouth even for that name,