Than the constraint of hofpitable zeal, To him that owes it; namely, this young prince: And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Save in afpect, have all offence seal'd up; With unhack'd fwords, and helmets all unbruis'd, 'Tis not the roundure of your old fac❜d walls peace. Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. t K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. Cit. That can we not: but he that proves the king, To him will we prove loyal; 'till that time, Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the king? And, if not that, I bring you witneffes, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,- 2 that owes it;]-whofe right it is. roundure]-circular enclosure, K. John. K. John. To verify our title with their lives. K. Philip. As many, and as well-born bloods as those,Faulc. Some bastards too. K. Phil.-Stand in his face to contradict his claim. Cit. 'Till you compound whofe right is worthieft, We, for the worthieft, hold the right from both. K. John. Then God forgive the fin of all those fouls, That to their everlasting refidence, Before the dew of evening fall, fhall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! K. Phil. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers! to arms! Faulc. Saint George,—that fwing'd the dragon, and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs' door, Teach us fome fence!-Sirrah, were I at home, At your den, firrah, with your lionefs, I'd fet an ox-head to your lion's hide, And make a monster of you. Auft. Peace; no more. [To Auftria, Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll fet forth, In best appointment, all our regiments. Faulc. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phil. It fhall be fo;-and at the other hill Command the reft to ftand.-God, and our right! [Exeunt. SCENE II. After excurfions, enter the Herald of France, with trumpets, to the gates. F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made VOL. III. U Much Much work for tears in many an English mother, Enter English Heralds, with trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day! b Their armours, that march'd hence fo filver-bright, Our colours do return in those fame hands That did display them when we first march'd forth; с Our lufty English, all with purpled hands, Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, d Blood hath bought blood, and blows have anfwer'd blows; malicious]-destructive. e like a jolly troop of buntfmen.] here thy bunters stand, • cenfured:]-discriminated. Ant. Strength Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: Both are alike; and both alike we like. One must prove greatest: while they weigh fo even, Enter the two Kings with their powers, at feveral doors. K. John. France, haft thou yet more blood to caft away? Say, fhall the current of our right run on? Whose paffage vext with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-fwell With course disturb'd even thy confining fhores ; Unless thou let his filver water keep A peaceful progrefs to the ocean. K. Phil. England, thou haft not fav'd one drop of blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, loft more: And by this hand I swear, Gracing the fcrowl, that tells of this war's lofs, с rome. f moufing]-mammacking, tearing to pieces-mouthing. Cry, bavock,]-Command flaughter to proceed. U 2 You You equal 'potents, fiery-kindled fpirits! Then let confufion of one part confirm The other's peace; 'till then, blows, blood, and death! Cit. A greater power, than we, denies all this k King'd of our fears; until our fears, resolv'd, Be by fome certain king purg'd and depos'd. 1 Faulc. By heaven, thefe fcroyles of Angiers flout you, kings; And ftand fecurely on their battlements, As in a theatre, whence they gape and point n Do like the mutines of Jerusalem, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend 'Till their foul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city: Ꮒ h potents,]-potentates. iLord of our prefence, Angiers, and of you.]-Of imperial dignity, and king of you. k King'd of our fears:]-Under the control of our fears at prefent, and destined to remain fo, until our fears or doubts about our rightful fovereign are removed. A mutines-mutineers. m illuftrious. feroyles]-fcrubs. |