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England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
K. John. My life as soon :- I do defy thee, France,
walls These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
[The French Trumpet sounds a Parley,
Enter Citizens upon the Walls. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn’d us to the walls ? K. Phil. "Tis France, for England.
K. John, England, for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,K. Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's sub
jects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. K. John. For your advantage ;—therefore, hear us
And let us in, your King, whose labour'd spirits,
jects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me
in. Cit. That can we not: but he that
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 witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
Faul. Bastards, and else.
those, Faul. Some bastards too. K. Phil. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.
K. John. Then Heaven forgive the sin of all those souls,
That to their everlasting residence,
K. Phil. Amen, amen!-Mount, chevaliers! to
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Exeunt all but AUSTRIA and FAULCON BRIDGE. Faul. Saint George, that swing'd the dragon, and
Sits on his horseback, at mine hostess' door,
Aust. Peace; no more.
Faul. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. [Exeunt AUSTRIA and FAULCON BRIDGE.
Enter FRENCH HERALD with a TRUMPET, who sounds a Parley.
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 Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground; While victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim Arthur of Bretagne, England's King and yours,
Enter ENGLISH HERALD with a TRUMPET, who sounds a Parley.
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!
Our colours do return in those same hands
That did display them when we first march'd forth;
Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
One must prove greatest; while they weigh so even, We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
Enter the Two KINGS, with their Powers, as before. K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
Say, shall the current of our right run on? K. Phil. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood,
In this hot trial, more than we of France:
Faul. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
Cry, havoc, Kings ! back to the stained field,
right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy;, Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this ; And, till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates. Faul. By Heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout