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K. Phil. Well then, to work ; our cronon shall be || Which died in Geffity; and the hand of time bent
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. Against the brows of this resisting town
That Geffrey was thy elder brother bom, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
And this his 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 Frenclumen's blood, When living blood doth in these temples beat, But we will make it subject to this boy.
Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest? Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
K. John. From whom hast thou this great commis Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood :
sion, France, My lord Chatillon may from England bring
To draw my answer from thy articles ? That right in peace, which here we urge in war; K. Phil. From that surpernal judge, that stirs good And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
thoughts That hot rash baste so indirectly shed.
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it. We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, K. Phil. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. And stir them up against a mightier task.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? England, impatient of your just demands,
Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping sons Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! To land his legions all as soon as I:
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, His marches are expedient to this town,
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, With him along is come the mother-queen,
Than thou and John in manners ; being as like, An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;
As rain to water, or devil to his damn. With her hep-niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; My boy a bastard ! By my soul, I think, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :
His father never was so true begot ; And all the unsettled humours of the land,
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Kash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy faWith ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,
ther. Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
blot thee. To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
Aust. Peace! In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Hear the crier. Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
What the devil art thou? Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Bast, One that will play the devil, sir, with you, To do offence and scath in Christendom.
An a' may catch your hide and you alone. The interruption of their chur ish drums (Drums beat.
You are the hare of whom the proverb grous, Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ;
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right;
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, We must awake endeavour for defence;
That did disrobe the lion of that robe! For courage mounteth with occasion :
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, Let them be welcome then, we are prepard.
As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, Pem But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back ; broke, and Forces.
Or lay on that, shall make your shouklers crack. K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace dust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears permit
With this abundance of superfluous breath? Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
K. Phil. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference. Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correet
King John, this is the very sum of all,Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
K. Phil. Peace be to England ; if that war return In right of Arthur, do I claim of thee: From France to England, there to live in peace! Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arıms? England we love ; and, for that England's sake, K. John. My life as soon :- I do defy thee, France With burtlen of our armour here we sweat:
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand ; This toil of ours should be a work of thine ;
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more But thou from loving England art so far,
Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Submit thee, boy. Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Come to thy grandam, child. Outfacer infant state, and done a rape
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child ; Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grarrdam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
Good my mother, peace!
I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! His grandam's wrongs, and not bis mother's shaines, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his pour eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribu To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
I have but this to say,–
Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce A will, that bars the title of thy son.
Const. Ay,who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!
K. Phil. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate : It ill besems this presence, to cry aim To these ill-tuned repetitions.Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Whost title they admit, Arthur's or John's. Trumpeta sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. 1 Cit. Who is it, that bath 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 genıle parle. K.John. For our advantage ;- Therefore, hear us
first. -These flags of France, that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of yoar town, Have hither march'd to your endamagement: The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls : All preparation for a bloody siege, And merciless proceeding by these French, Confrunt your city's eyes, your winking gates ; And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, That as a waist do girlle you abont, By the compulsion of their ordnance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had been dishabited, and wide havoc malle For bloody power to rush upon your peace. But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, Who painfully, with much expedient marel, Have brought a couptercheck before your gates, To save nnaematch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks, – Beholl, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : Anel now, instead of bullets wrappu in fire,
To make a shaking ferer in your walls,
K. Phil. When I have said, make answer to us both.
jects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.
1 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 witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
Bast. Bastards, and else.
1 Cit. Till you compound whose rizot is worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.
K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king ! K. Phil. Amen, Amen! - Mount chevaliers ! to
arms! Bast. St. George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er
Peace; no more. Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, Basi, o, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. With slaughter couplel to the name of kings. K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, forth,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! In best appointment, all our regiments.
0, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. The sworils of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; K. Phil. It shall be so ;-[To Lew.) and at the oth And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, er bill
In undetermin'd differences of kings.Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ?
[Eacunt. Cry, havoc, kings ! back to the stained field, SCENE II.--The same. Alarums and Excursions :
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits !
Then let confusion of one part confirm thena Retreat. Enter a French Herald, with trum
The other's peaee ; till then, blows, blood, and death! pets, to the gates.
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
K. Phil. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
king? Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the king, Iruch work for tears in many an English mother,
K. Phil. Know him in us, that here hold up
his right. Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
And bear possession of our person here; Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. And victory, with little loss, doth play
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this ; Upon the dancing banners of the French;
And, till it be undoubted, we do lock Who are at hand triumphantly display'd,
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates: To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
King'd of our fears ; until our fears, resolv'd, Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.
Be by some certain king purgid and depos'd. Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout yon, E. Hcr. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells;
kings; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, | And stand securely on their battlements, Commander of this hot, malicious day!
As in a theatre, whence they gape and print Their armours that march'd hence so silver-bright,
At your industrious scenes and acts of death. Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood.
Your royal presences be ruld by me; There stuck no plume in any English crest,
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem, That is removed by a staff of France ;
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Our colours do return in those sa me hands
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: That did display them when we first march'd forth ;
By east and west let France and England mount And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths ; Our lusty English, all with purpled hands.
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawld down Died in the dying slaughter of their foes :
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Leave them as vaked as the vulgar air. Of both your armies; whose equality
That done, dissever your united strengths, By our best eyes cannot be censured :
And part your mingled colours once again ; Blood hath bought bloud, and blows bave answerd Turn face to face, and bloody point to point: blows;
Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth Strength match'd with strength, and power confront
Out of one side her happy minion ;
To whom, in favoar, she shall give the day, Both are alike; and both alike we like.
And kiss him with a glorious victory. One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even,
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states? We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
Smacks it not something of the policy? Enter, at one side, King John, toith his Power; Eli
K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our nor, Blanch, and the Bastard; at the other, King heads, Philip, Lewis, Austria, and Forces.
I like it well ;-France, shall we knit our powers, K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast And lay this Angiers even with the ground; away?
Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? Say, shall the current of our right run on?
Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a kingWhose passage, vex'd with thy impedinent,
Being wrongd, as we are, by this peevish town, Sball leave his native channel, and o'erswell
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, With course disturb'd even thy confining shores; As we will ours, against these saucy walls: Unless thou let his silver water keep
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, A peaceful progress to the ocean.
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, K. Phil. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. blood,
K. Phil. Let it be so:-Say, where will you assault? In this hot trial, more than we of France;
K. John. We from the west will send destruction Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear,
Into this city's bosom. That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
dust. I from the north. Before we will lay down our just borne arms,
Our thunder from the south. We'll put thee down, gainst whom these arms we bear, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Or aldar al munber to the deadl;
Bnet. O prudent discipline! From north to south:
Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth; This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?
K. Phil. Speak England first, that hath been forrll stir them to it :-Come, away, away!
ward first 1 lit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while to To speak unto this city: What say you? stay,
K. John. If that the dauphin there, thy princely son, And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league ; Can in this book of beauty read, I love, Win you this city, without stroke, or wound; Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, That here come sacrifices for the field :
And all that we upon this side the sea Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.
(Except this city now by us besieg'd.) K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to bear. Find liable to our crown and dignity,
1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, | Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich is near to England; Look upon the years
In titles, honours, and promotions, of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid: As she in beauty, education, blood, If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Holds band with any princess of the world. Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
K. Phil. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
face. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow : If not complete, O say, he is not she;
I do protest, I never lov'd myself, And she again wants nothing, to name want,
Till now infixed I beheld myself, If want it be not, that she is not he :
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. He is the half part of a blessed man,
[Whispers with Blanch. Left to be finished by such a she;
Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! And she a fair divided excellence,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
And quarter'd in her heart !-he doth espy 0, two such silver currents, when they join,
Himself love's traitor: This is pity now, Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
That, hangod, and drawn, and quarter'd, there shouid And two such shores to two such streams made one, be, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, In such a love, so vile a lout as he. To these two princes, if you marry them.
Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine : This union shall do more than battery can,
If he see aught in you, that makes him like,
That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
Further, I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,
(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your As we to keep this city.
judge,) Bast. Here's a stay,
That I can find should merit any hate. That shakes the rotten carcase of old death
K. John. What say these young ones? What say Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
you, my nieee? That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do 'Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs!
K.John. Speak then, price dauphin; can you love What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
this larly? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce ; Lero. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; He gives the bastinado with his tongue ;
For I do love her most unfeignedly. Our ears are cudgelld: not a word of his,
K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, But buffets better than a fist of France :
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands. Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
K. Phil. It likes us well;- Yormg princes, close your That yon green boy sball have no sun to ripe
hands. The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
Ausl. And your lips ton; for, I am well assurd, I see a yielding in the looks of France;
That I did so, when I was first assurd. Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their souls K. Phil. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Are capable of this ambition :
Let in that amity which you have made; lest zral, now melted, by the windy breath
For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.Cool and congeal again to what it was
Is not the lady Constance in this troop?1 Ct'. Why answer not the double majesties I know, she is not; for this match, made up,
Her presence would have interrupted much : False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends!
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again :
'tis 50: made,
I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Will give her sadness very little cure.
Is but the rain breath of a common man: Brother of England, how may we content
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
I have a king's oatli to the contrary.
For I am sick, and capable of fears ;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, To our solemnity :-I trust we shall,
But they will quake and tremble all this day. If not fill up the measure of her will,
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? That we shall stop her exclamation.
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Go We, as well as haste will suffer us,
Why holds thine eye that lanientable rheum, To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? [Exeunt all but the Bastard. The Citizens re Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?
tire from the walls. Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition ! But this one word, whether thy tale be true. John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, Hath willingly departed with a part:
That give you cause to prove my saying true. And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on; Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Whom zeal aud charity brought to the field,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear
And let belief and life encounter so, With that same piirpost-changer, that sly devil;
As doth the fury of two desperate men, That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith; Which, in the very ineeting, fali and dieThat daily break-wow ; he that wins of all,
Lewis marry Blanch! Oh, boy, trun whene art thou? Of kings, of in-ggars, old me. young men,
maids Franee friend with England! what becomes of me?Who having no external thing to lose
Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; But the word maid,--cheats the poor maid of that ;
This news hath made ther- a most ngly man. That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity,
Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, Commodity, the bias of the work ;
But spoke the harm that is by others done? The world, who of itself is peised well,
Canst. Which barm within itself so heinous is, Made to run even upon even ground;
As it makes harmful all that speak of it. Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. This sway of motion, this commodiiy,
Const. If thou, that bidd'st me be content, wert grin, Makes it take head from all indiferency,
Ugly, and sland 'rous to thy mother's womb, From all direcion, purpose, course, inten;
Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains, And this same bias, this commodity,
Lame, foolishi, crooked, swart, prodigious, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing woni,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
I would not care, I then would be content; Hath drawn bim from his own determind aid,
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou From a resolvid and honourable war,
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. To a most base and vile--concluded peace.
But thou art fair ; and at thy birth, dear boy! And why ruil I on this conmolity?
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee gnat: But for because he hath not wou'd me yet:
of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, Not that I have the power to clutch ny hand,
Ard with the half-blown rose: but fortune, o ! When his fair angels would salute my palm:
She is corrnpted, chang'd, and won from thee; But for my hand, as unattempur yet,
She adulterates hourly with thine unele John ; Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
And with her golden hand hath pluek'd on France Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will wil,
To tread down fair respect of sovereignt!, And say,-there is no sin, but to be rich;
And made his inajesty the bawd to theirs. And bx'ing rich, my virtue then shall be,
France is a bad to fortune, and king John ; To say:--there is no vice, but beggary :
That strumper fortune, that usurping John :Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Teli me, thou fellow, is not France for worn?
Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings
, thou shalt, I will not go nitha Enter Constance, Arthur, und Salisbucs.
I will instruct my sorrow's to be proud; GONE to be married! gone to swear a peace! Forgriet is proud, and makes his owper stout,