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Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept bridge.
This call, bred from his cow, from all the world; K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? In sooth, he might : then, if he were my brother's, You came not of one mother then, it seems. My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Bust. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,That is well known; and, as I think, one father: My mother's son did get your father's heir; Bul, br the certain knowledge of that truth, Your father's heir must have your father's land. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, of that I doubt, as
men's children may. To dispossess that child which is not his? Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Basi. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, thy mother,
Than was his will to get me, as I think. And wound her honour with this diffidence. Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulcon Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it;
bridge, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, At least from fair five hundred pound a year; Lord of thy presence,' and no land beside ? Heaven guard my mother's honour, and any land! Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being and I had his, sir Roberi his, like him ; younger born,
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
My arms such eel-skins stuf'd; my face so thin, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, But once he slander'd me with bastardy: Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings But whe'r: I be as true begot, or no,
goes ! That still I lay upon my mother's head; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I'd give it every foot to have this face; Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
I would not be sir Nobo in any case. If old sir Robert did beget us both,
Eli. I like thce well; Wilt thou forsake thy forAnd were our father, and this son like him ;
tune, O, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. I am a soldier, and now bound to France. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my us here!
chance : Eli. He hath a trick? of Caur-de-lion's face, Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. Do you not read some tokens of my son
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. In the large composition of this man?
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. And finds them perfect Richard.--Sirrah, speak, K. John. What is thy name? What doth move you to claim your brother's land ! Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Bast. Because he hath a hall-face, like my father ; Philip, good old sír Robert's wife's eldest son. With that half-face would he have all my land: K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose A hall-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!
form thou bear'st: Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Your brother did employ my father much ;-. Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;/ Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
your hand; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy My father gave me honour, your's gave land:To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, To treat of high affairs touching that time: When I was got, sir Robert was away: The advantage of his absence took the king, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores What though? Between my father and my mother lay
Something about, a little from the right, (As I have heard my father speak himsell,) In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: When this same lusty gentleman was got. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; l'pon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
And have is have, however men do catch: His lands to me; and took it, on his death, Near or far off, well won is still well shot ; That this, my mother's son, was none of his; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. And, if he were, he came into the world
k. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
thy desire, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.My father's land, as was my father's will. Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; for France, for France; for it is more than need. Your father's wife did, after wedlock, bear him: Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee! And, if she did play false, the fault was hers ; For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
(Ereunt all but the Bastard. That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, A foot of honour better than I was ; Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, But many a many foot of land the worse. Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :
Good den," sir Richard, -'God-a-mercy, felloro ;(1) Whether. (2) 'Trace, outline. (3) Dignity of appearance.
(4) Robert. (5) Good evening.
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: | But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; For new-made honour doth forget men's names; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; l'is too respective, and too sociable,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone : For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself á Faulcon. Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
bridge? My picked mun of countries ::--My dear sir, Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy I shall beseech you—That is question now;
father ; And then comes answer like an ABC-book :4 By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd (, sir, says answer, at
hest command ; To make room for him in my husband's bed :-it your employment; at your service, sir : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! Vo sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Ind so, ere answer knows what question would Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, Madam, I would not wish a better father. The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : But this is worshipful society,
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, – And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Subjected tribute to commanding love,For he is but a bastard to the time,
Against whose fury and unmatched force That doth not smack of observation
The awless lion could not wage the fight, And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And not alone in habit and device,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Exterior form, outward accoutrement ;
Mav easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, But from the inward motion to deliver
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well
Vhich, though I will not practise to deceive, When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother :—How now, good lady?
. What brings you here to court so hastily?
SCENE J.-France. Before the walls of AnLady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he?
giers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of AusThat holds in chase mine honour up and down?
tria, and forces ; on the other, Philip, King of Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
France, and forces ; Lewis, Constance, Arthur,
and allendants. Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, boy,
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? And fought the holy wars in Palestine, He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
By this brave duke came early to his grave: Basl, James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a And, for amends to his posterity, while ?
At our importance," hither is he come, Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
Philip ?-sparrow!-James, And to rebuke ihe usurpation
(Exit Gurney. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Arth. God shall forgive you Cour-de-lion's death, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me The rather, that you give his offspring life, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Shadowing their right under your wings of war: Sir Robert could do well ; Marry (to confess !) I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; But with a heart full of unstained love: We know his handy-work :-—Therefore, good Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. mother,
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thce right? To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?
Just. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
As seal to this indenture of my love; Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That to my home I will no more return, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, honour?
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Basi. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco- And coops from other lands her islanders, like:6
Even till that England, hedy'd in with the main, What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. That water-walled bulwark, still secure
(1) Respectable. (2) Change of condition. (6) A character in an old drama, called Solima (3) My travelled fop. (4) Catechism. and Perseda, 15) Idle reports
And confident from foreign purposes,
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Even till that utmost corner of the west
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return Will I not think of home, but follow arms. From France to England, there to live in peace! Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's England we love ; and, for that England's sake, thanks,
With burden of our armour here we sweat: Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; To make a more requital to your love.
But thou from loving England art so far, Hust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, their swords
Cut off the sequence of posterity, lu such a just and charitable war.
Outlaced infant state, and done a rape K. Phi. Well then, to work: our cannon shall Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. be bent
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;Against the brows of this resisting town. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
This litile abstract doth contain that large, To cull the plots of best advantages:'
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, But we will make it subject to this boy.
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : How comes it then, that thou art call?d a king, My lord Chatillon may from England bring When living blood doth in these temples beat, That right in peace, which here we urge in war; Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest? And then we shall repent each drop of blood, K. John. From whom hast thou this great comThat hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
To draw my answer from thy articles ?
K. Phi. From that supernalo judge, that stirs K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
good thoughts Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
In any breast of strong authority, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
To look into the blots and stains of right. We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: Chal. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands,
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? To land his legions all as soon as 1 :
Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. His marches are expedient to this town,
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! With him along is come the mother-queen,
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy An Até,stirring him to blood and strise ;
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
Than thou and John in manners; being as like, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd: And all the unsettled humours of the land,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so true begot ;
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
father. To make a hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, tba!
would blot thee. Than now the English bottoms have wast o'er,
Aust. Peace! Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Hear the crier. To do offence and scath“ in Christendom.
What the devil art thou" The interruption of their churlish drums
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
you, To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepire.
An'a may catch your hide and you alone. K. Phi! How much unlook’a for is this expedi- Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, tion ! Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
I'll smoke your skin-coat,' an I ca'ch you right; We must a wake endeavour for defence;
Sirrah, look lo't ; i'faith, I will, i'faith.
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them alone be welcome then, we are prepar’d. That did disrobe the lion of that robe !
Bast. It lies as sightly on the baek of him, Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :Pembroke, and forces.
I'll take that burden from your back; K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. peace permit
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deals ou Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! With this abundance of superfluous breath? (1) Best stations to over-awe the town.
(5) Undermined. (6) Succession. (2) Immediate, expeditious.
(7) A short writing. (8) Celestial. 131 The goddess of revenge. (4) Mischief. 191 Austria wcars a lion's skin.
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. straight.
K. Jolii. For our advantage ;-Therefore, hear Lew. Women and fools, break off your conser us first.
These flags of France, that are advanced here King John, this is the very sum of all,
Before the eye and prospect of your town, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Have hither march'd to your endamagement: In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? And ready mounted are they, to spit forth K. John. My life as soon :-1 do defy thee, Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls: France.
All preparation for a bloody siege, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; And merciless proceeding by these French, And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Submit thee, boy.
That as a waist do girdle you about,
Come to thy grandam, child. By the compulsion of their ordnance
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,Arth.
Good my mother, peace! Who painfully, with much expedient march, I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Have brought a countercheck before your gates, I am not worth this coil that's made for me. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : weeps.
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'ro she does, To make a shaking fever in your walls, or no!
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, To make a faithless error in your ears : Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, eyes,
And let us in, your king ; whose labour'd spirits, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Forwearied: in this action of swist speed, Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribia Crave harbourage within your city walls. To do him justice, and revenge on you,
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and both. earth!
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and is most divinely vow'd upon the right earth!
or him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ; Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
Son to the elder brother of this man, The dominations, royalties, and rights,
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys: of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son, For this down-trodden equity, we tread Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
In warlike march these greens before your town: Thy sins are visited in this poor child ;
Being no further enemy to you, The canon of the law is laid on him,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Being but the second generation
In the relief of this oppressed child, Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then K. John. Bedlam, have done.
To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Const.
I have but this to say,- To him that owes it ; namely, this young prince : That he's not only plagued for her sin,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, But God hath made her sin and her the plague Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up; On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent And with her plague, her sin; his injury Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Her injury,—the beadle to her sin ;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, All punish'd in the person of this child, With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, And all for her ; A plague upon her!
We will bear home that lusty blood again, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce Which here we came to spout against your town, A will, that bars the title of thy son.
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Const. Ay, who doubts that? á will! a wicked will; But if you sondly pass our proffer'd offer, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will ! 'Tis not the rondure' of your old-fac'd walls K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tempe- Can hide you from our messengers of war;
Though all these English, and their discipline, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim3
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls In that behalf which we have challeng't it? These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. And stalk in blood to our possession?
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's Trumpels sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls.
subjects; Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls ? For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let K. John.
England, for itself : You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, I Cit. That can we not : but he that proves the K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's king, subjects,
Conference. (1) Bustle. (2) Whether. (3) To encourage.
To him will we prove loyal; till that time, Cil. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
By our best eyes cannot be censured:'
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd Twice fisteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
1 blows; Bast. Bastards, and else.
Strength match'd with strength, and power conK. John. To verify our title with their lives.
fronted power : K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as Both are alike; and both alike we like. those,
One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, Bast. Some bastards too.
We hold our town for neither ; yet for both. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
i Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, Enter, at one side, King John, with his power; We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. Elinor, Blanch, and ihe Bastard ; at the other, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and forces. souls,
K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to That to their everlasting residence,
cast away? Before the dew of evening fall, shall Neet,
Say, shall the current of our right run on? in dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! K. Phi. Amen, Amen !- Mount, chevaliers ! to Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, arms! Bast. St. George,—that swing'd the dragon, and Unless thou let his silver water keep
With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; e'er since,
A peaceful progress to the ocean. Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home,
of blood, At your den, sirrah, (To Austria,) with your In this hot trial, more than we of France; 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 Bast. O, tremble ; for you hear the lion roar.
bear, K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll Or add a royal number to the dead; set forth,
Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, In best appointment, all our regiments. With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field.
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis.) and at the When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! other hill
O, now doth death line his dead chaps with sleel; Command the rest to stand.—God, and our right! The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
(Eseunt. And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, SCENE II.—The same. Alarums and Excur- In undetermind differences of kings.
sions; then a Retreal. Enter a French Herald, Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? with rumpets, to the gates.
Cry, havoc, kings ! back to the stained field, F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your Then let confusion of one part confirm
You equal potents, a fiery-kindled spirits ! gates,
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in ;
death! Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet Much work for tears in many an English mother,
admit? Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
your king ? Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
i Cit. The king of England, when we know the And victory, with little loss, doth play
king. Upon the dancing banners of the French;
K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
right. To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.
And bear possession of our person here;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
1 Cit. greater power than we, denies all this, E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your And, till it be undoubted, we do lock bells;
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : King John, your king and England's, doth approach, King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolvid, Commander of this hot malicious day!
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Their armours, that march'd hence sú silver-bright, Bast. By heaven, these scroyles' of Angiers flout Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
you, kings; There stuck no plume in any English crest,
And stand securely on their battlements, That is removed by a staff of France;
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Our colours do return in those same hands At your industrious scenes and acts of death. That did display them when we first march'd forth; Your royal presences be ruld by me; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Do like the mutinest of Jerusalem. (ur lusty English, all with purpled hands, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Nyed in the dying slaughter of their foes : Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: • Open your gates, and give the victors way. By east and west let France and England mount
(1) Judged, determined. (2) Potentates. (3) Scabby follons. (4) Mutirreers.