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Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me !) mouth,

Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. The furtbest limit of my embassy.

Wf old Sir Robert did beget us both, K. John, Bear mine to hiin and so depart in And were our father, and his son like him ;peace :

O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee Be thon as lightning in the eyes of France ; I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. For ere thou canst report I will be there,

K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :

lent us here! So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Eli. He hath a trick of Ceur-de-lion's face, And sullen presage of your own decay.

The accent of bis tongue affecteth him : An honourable conduct let him have :

Do you not read some tokens of my son Peinbroke, look to't : Farewell, Chatillon. In the large composition of this man?

(Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. K. John. Mine eye bath well examined his Eli. What now, my son ? bave i uot ever

parts,

(speak, said,

And finds them perfect Richard. -- Sirrali, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, What doth move you to claim your brother's Till she had kindled France, and all the world,

land ? Upon the right and party of her son ?

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my This might have been prevented, and made

father; whole,

With that half-face would he have all my land : With very easy arguments of love ;

A half-faced grout five hundred pounds a year! Wbich 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 ;for us.

Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my Eli. Your strong possession, much more than

land; your right;

Your tale must be, bow he employ'd my mo. Or else it must go wrong with you and me :

ther, So much my conscience wbispers in your ear ; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Which none but heaven, and you and I, shall To Germany, there, with the emperor, hear.

To treat of high affairs touching that time :

The advantage of his absence took the king, Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who And in the mean time sojouru'd at my father's ; whispers Essex.

Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Esser. My liege, here is the strangest con- But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and troversy,

Between my father and my mother lay, (shores Come from the country to be judg'a by you, (As I have heard my father speak himself,) That ere I heard : Shall I produce the men When this same lusty gentleinan was got. K. John. Let them approach.-

Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd

[Erit Sheriff His lands to me; and took it, on bis death, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

That this, my motber's son, was none of his ;

And if he were, he came into the world Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON- Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. BRIDGE, and Philip, his bastard Brother.

Then, good my liege, let ine have what is mine, This expedition's charge.-What men are you? My father's land, as was my father's will. Bust. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitiinate ; Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear bim : As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;

And, if she did play false, the fault was ber's ; A soldier, by the bonour-giving band

Which fault lies on the hazards of all busbands or Ceur-de-lion kuighted in the field.

That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother K. John. What art thou ?

Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon. Had of your father claim'd this sou for bis bridge.

In sooth, good friend, your father night have K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the

kept heir ?

This call, bred from his cow, from all the You came not of one mother then, it seems.

world ; Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty in sooth he might: tlen, if he were my bro. king,

ther's,

(father, That is well known; and, as I think, one My brother might not claim him: nor your father :

Being none of bis, refuse him : This conBut, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

cludes,I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother : My mother's son did get your father's heir ; Or that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Your father's heir must have your father's Eli, Out on thee, rude mau ! thou dost shame

land. thy mother,

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no And wound ber bonour with this diffidence.

force, Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; To dispossess that child which is not his ? That is my brotber's plea, and none of mine ;

Basi. Of no more force to dispossess me, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

Sir, At least from fair five hundred pound a year :

Than was his will to get me, as I think. Heaven guard my mother's houour and my Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faul. land !

conbridge, K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Wby, being And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land ; younger born,

Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, Doth be lay claim to thine inheritance ?

Lord of thy presence, t and no land beside ? Bast. I know not why, except to get the

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my land!

shape, But once he slander'd me with bastardy

And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him ; But whe'r + I be as true-bégot, or no,

And if iny legs were two such riding-rods, That still I lay upon my mother's heau ;

My arms such eel-skins stuli'd; my face $0 But, that I am as well-begot, my liege,

thin,
• Conduct, administration.
1 Whether.

• Trace.

+ Diguity of appearance,

That in my ear 1 qurst not stick a rose, Exterior form, outward accoutrement; Lest men should say, Look, where three-far. But from the inward motion to deliver things goes!

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, 'Would I might never stir from off this place, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ; I'd give it every foot to bave this face ;

For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.I would not be Sir Nob in any case.

But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ! Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy What woman-post is this ? bath she no bus fortune,

band, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me ? That will take pains to blow a horn before her 1 I am a soldier and now bound to France. Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take

Enter Lady FAULCON BRIDGE and JAYES my chance :

GURNEY. Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady ? Yet sell your face for firepence, and 'tis dear.- What brings you here to court so bastily? Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ! Eli. Nay, I would bave you go before me

wbere is he? thither.

(way. That holds in cbase mine honour up and down? Bast. Our country manners give our betters Bast. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's K. John. What is thy name?

son ? Bast. Philip, my liege ; eo is my name begun; Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son. Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek sot K. John. from benceforth bear his name Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Aye, thou unrewhose form thou bear'st :

verend boy,

Roberts Kueel thou down Philip, but arise more great : Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'at thou at Sis Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet !

He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou. Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Bast. James Guruey, wilt thou give us leave your hand;

a while 7 My father gave me honour, your's gave land: Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,

Bast. Pbilip ?- sparrow !--James, When I was got, Sir Robert was away.

There's toy's abroad ; * anon I'll tell thee more. Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenei!

(Erit GURNEY. I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so. Madam, I was not old Sir Roberi's son ; Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Wbat though?

Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Something abont, a little from the right, Sir Robert could do well : Marry, (to confess!)

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch : Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; Who dares not stir by day, must walk by nigat ; We know his handy-work ;- Therefore, good And have is have, however men do catch :

mother, Near or far off, well won is still well shot ; To whom am l'beholden for these limbs ? And I am I, howe er I was begot.

Sir Robert never bolp to make this leg. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge ; vow hast thou Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother thy desire,

too,

(honour ? A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.- That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must What means this scorn, thou most untoward speed

knave ? For France, for France ; for it is more than Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basineed.

liscolike : 1 Bast. Brother, adicu ; good fortune come to What! I am dubb'd ; I have it op my shoulder. thee !

But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son ; For thou wast got i'the way of bonesty.

I have disclaim'd Sir Robert aud my land; (Exeunt all but the BASTARD. Legitiinatiou, name, and all is gone : A foot of honour better than I was ;

Then, good iny mother, let me know my father; But many a foot of land the worse.

Some proper man, I hope : Who was it, moWell, now can I make any Joan a lady :-

ther? Good den + Sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fel Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself to Faullow;

conbridge 1 And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. For new-made honour doth forget men's wames ; Lady F. Kiug Richard Caur-de-lion was thy 'Tis too respective, and too sociable,

father ; For your conversion. I Now, your traveller, By long and vehement snit I was seduc'd He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; To make room for him in my husband's bed : And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Heaven lay mot my transgression to my charge ! Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Thou art the issue of my dear offence, My picked man of countries :

5My dear Sir, which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. (Thus leaning on míue elbows, I begin,)

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, shall be seech youThat is question now; Madam, I would not wish a better father, And then comes auswer like an ABC-book : Some sius do bear their privilege on earth, O Sir, says answer, at your best command ; And so doth your's ; your fault was not your At your employment ; at your service, Sir :- folly : No, Sir, says question, 1, sueet Sir, at your's: Need must you lay your heart at his dispose , And so, ere answer knows what question would, Subjected tribute to commanding love, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

Against whose fury and unmatched force And talking of the Alps and Appeaines,

The aweless lion, could not wage the fight, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Nor keep his princely heart froin Richard's It draws toward supper in conclusion so.

hand. But this is worshipful society,

He that perforce robs lions of their hearts, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself : May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, For he is but a bastaid to tle time,

With all my heart I thank thee for my father! That doth not smack of observation ;

Who lives and dares but say thou didst not (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)

well, And not alone in habit and device,

When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.

• Robert. ef condition.

+ Good evening

My travelled for

* Change

• Idle reports.

+ A antire upon a chance in an old drama called Soliman and Perseda.

Scene I.

KING JOHN. Comne, lady, I will show thee to my kin;

Entor CHATILLON. And tbey shall say, when Richard me begot,

K. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish I thog badst said bim pay, it had been sin :

Our messenger Chatillon is arrivd. Who says it was, he lies ; I say, 'twas not.

What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, [Eveunt. We coldly pause for thee ; Chatillon, speak.

Chat. Then turn your forces from this paliny

siege,

And stir them up against a mightier task.
ACT II.

England, impatient of your just demands,

Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, SCENE 1.-France.--Before the Walls of Whose leisure I have staid, have given him Angiers.

time

To land his legions all as soon as I :
Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE of Austria, His marches are expedient to this town,

and Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of His forces strong, bis soldiers confident.
France, and Forces ; Lewis, CONSTANCE,

With bim along is come the mother-queen, ARTHUR, and Attendants.

An Até, stirring him to blood and strife ;

With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Aus- With them a bastard of the king deceas'd;
tria.

And all the unsettled humours of the land,-
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his beart, With'ladies' faces, and Berce dragons' spleens,-
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Have sold their fortunes at tbeir native homes,
By this brave duke came early to his grave: . Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs
Aud, for amends to his posterity,

To made a hazard of new fortunes here, At our importance hither is he come,

In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf; Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, And to rebuke the usurpation

Did never float upon the swelling tide, of thy unnatural uncle, English Jobn:

To do offence and scath in Christendom. Embrace him, love him, give bim welcome The interruption of their churlish drums hither.

(Drums beat. Arth. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's Cuts off more circumstance : they are at hand, death,

To parly or to fight; therefore, prepare.
The rather, that you give his offspring life, K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this ex.
Shadowing their right under your wings of pedition !
war:

Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
I give you welcome with a powerless hand, We must awake endeavour for defence ;
But with a heart full of unstained love :

For courage mounteth with occasion :
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Lew. A poble boy! Who would not do thee
right?

Enter King JOAN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, BASTARD, PEMBROKE, and Forces.
As seal to this indenture of my love ;

K. John. Peace be to France : if France in That to my home I will no more return,

peace permit Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,

Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Together with that pale, that white-fac'd If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heashore,

ven! Whose foot sparns back the ocean's roaring Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct tides,

Their proud contempt that beat his peace to And coops from other lands her islanders,

heaven. Even till that England, hedg'd in with the K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war main,

return That water-walled bulwark, still secure

From France to England, there to live in peace ! And confident from foreign purposes,

England we love ; and, for that England's sake, Even till that utmost corner of the west

With burden of our armour here we sweat :
Salute tbee for her king : till then, fair boy, This toil of our's should be a work of thine ;
Will I not think of home, but follow arms. But thou from loving England art so far,
Const. O take his mother's ibanks, a widow's That thou has under-wrought + bis lawful king
thanks,

Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Till your strong band shall belp to give him Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
strength,

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
To make a more requital to your love.

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;Aust. The peace of heaven is their's, that lift These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of their swords

bis : In such a just and cbaritable war.

This little abstract doth contain that large, K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon which died in Geffrey ; and the band of time shall be bent

Shall draw this brief into as bage a volume. Against the brows of this resisting town.- That Geffrey was thy elder brother boru, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

And this bis son ; England was Geffrey's right, To cull the plots of best advantages.

And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, We'll lay before this town our royal bones, How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Wade

to the market-place in Freuchinen's When living blood doth in these temples beat, blood,

Which owe the crown that thou o'ernasterest ? But we will make it subject to this boy.

K. John. From whom hast thou this great
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

commission, France,
Lest onadvis'd you stain your swords with To draw my answer from thy articles ?
blood :

K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs
My lord Chatillon may from England bring

good thoughts
Tbat right in peace, which here, we urge ie In any breast of strong authority,
war:

To look into the blots and stains of right.
And then we shall repent each drop of blood,

That judge hath made me guardian to this boy :
That hot rash baste so indirectly shed.

Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;

And, by whose help, I mean to chistise it. • The Duke of Austria died some time before Richard Czer-de-lioa.

• Immediate.

+ Undermined.

son.

K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Call not me slanderer ; tbou, and thine usurp K. Phi. Excuse ; it is to beat usurping The dominations, royalties, and rights, down.

of this oppressed boy : This is thy eldest son's Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ?

son, Const. Let me make answer ;-ihy usurping Infortunate in nothing but in thee ;

Thy sins are visited in this poor child ; Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be | The cauon of the law is laid on him, kingi

Being but the second generation
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the Removed from thy sill-conceiving womb.
world!

K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, Const. I have but this to say,
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy That he's not only plagued for her sin,
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,

But God hath made her sin and her the plague 'Than thou and John in manners ; being as like, On this removed issue, plagu'd for her, As rain to water, or devil to his dam.

And with her plague, her sin ; his injury My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think

Her injury,-the beadle to her sin ; His father never was so true begot;

All punish'd in the person of this child, It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. And all for her ; A plague upon her! Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce thy father.

A will, that bars the title of thy son. Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked would blot thee.

will; Aust. Peace!

A woman's will; a cauker'd grapdam's will ! Bast. Hear the crier.

K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temAust. What the devil art thou ?

perate : Bast. One that will play the devil, Sir, with It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim you,

To these ill-tuned repetitions.An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. Some trumpet suminon hither to the walls You are the base of whom the proverb goes, These men of Angiers ; let us hear them Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ;

speak, I'll smoke your skin-coat, * an' I catch you Whose title they admit, Arthur's or Jobu's.

right; Sirral, look to't ; i'faith, I will, i'faith.

Trumpeis sound. Enter CITIZENS upon the Blanch. O well did he become that lion's

walls. robe,

i Cit. Who is it, that bath warned us to the That did disrobe the lion of that robe !

walls 3 Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, K. Phi. 'I is France, for England. As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :

K. John. England, for itselt : But, ass, I'll take that burden froin your back ; You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,Or Jay on that, shall make your shoulders K. Phi. You loving men of Augiers, Arthur's crack.

subjects, Aust. What cracker is this saine, that deals Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. +

K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, With this abundance of superfluous breath?

hear us first. K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do These flags of France, that are advanced here straight.

Before the eye and prospect of your turn, Lew. Women and fools, break off your con- Have bither march’a to your endamagement : ference.-

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; King Jobu, this is the very sum of all,

And ready mounted are they, to spil forth England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Their irou indignation 'gainst your walls : In right of Artbur do I claim of thee :

All preparation for a bloody siege, Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy And merciless proceeding by these French, arms ?

Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; K. John. My life as soon :-1 do defy thee, Aud, but for our approach, those sleeping France.

stones,
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; That as a waist do girdle you about,
And, out of iny dear love, I'll give thee inore By the compulsion of their ordnance,
Than e'er the coward hand of France cau win : By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Submit thee, boy.

Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made Eli. Come to thy grandam, child;

For bloody power to rusb upon your peace. Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child ; But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,-Give grandaj kingdom, and it' grandam will Who painfully, with mucli expedient march, Give it a plum, a cherry, and a tig :

Have brought a countercheck before your gates, There's a good grandan.

To save unscratch'd your city's threateu'd Arth. Good my mother, peace!

cheeks,I would that I were low laid in my grave; Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle : I am not worth this coil that's made for me. And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd ju fire, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he | To make a shaking fever in your walls, weeps.

They shoot but calm words, folded up in Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r t she does,

sinoke, or no!

To make a faithless error in your ears : His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, shames,

And let us in, your kilig ; whose labour'd spirits, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor Forwearied I in this action of swift speed, eyes,

Crave barbourage within your city walls. Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; K. Phi. When I bave said, make answer to Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be

us both. brib'd

Lo, in this right hand, whose protection To do bim justice, and revenge on you.

Is most divinely vow'd upon the right Eli. Thou monstrous slauderer of heaven and of him it bolds, stands young Plantagenet earih!

Son to the elder brother of this man, Const. Thou moustrous injurer of heaven and And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : earth!

• To encourage

+ Conference. • Austria wears a lion's sku. # Whether

Worn out.

our ears

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