Appears, Act I. se. 1. Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2;
sc. 3. Act IV. sc. 2. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 3; sc. 7.
PRINCE HENRY, son to King John; afterwards
King Henry III.
Appears, Act V. sc. 7.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke
of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2; sc. 3.
sc. 1; sc. 3.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, half-brother to Robert Faulconbridge, bastard son to King Richard I. Appears, Act 1. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1; se. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2;
se. 3. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2; sc. 6; sc. 7.
JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1.
PETER OF POMFRET, a prophet.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 2.
PHILIP, King of France.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 4. LEWIS, the Dauphin.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5.
ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1. CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. Appears, Act III. sc. 1; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2. MELUN, a French lord.
Appears, Act V. sc. 2; sc. 4.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John. Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1.
ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother of King John.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 3 CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 4 BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece to King John.
Appears, Act II. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and Robert Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other attendants.
SCENE, SOMETIMES IN ENGLAND; SOMETIMES IN FRANCE.
SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in the Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
King John. Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.
K. John. What follows if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,
Behaviour. Ilaviour, behaviour, is the manner of having, the conduct.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my embassy.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay.
An honourable conduct let him have:-
Pembroke, look to 't: Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHAT. and Pвм.
Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented, and made whole,
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
Eli. Your strong possession much more than your
Or else it must go wrong with you and me:
Manage has, in Shakspere the same meaning as manage ment and managery,--which, applied to a state, is equivalent to government,
So much my conscience whispers in your ear;
Which none but Heaven, and you, and I shall hear
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers
Th' advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak :
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,-
As I have heard my father speak himself,---
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were, he came into the world
and Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy,
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men?
K. John. Let them approach.
Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE,
PHILIP, his bastard Brother.
This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. What art thou?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known: and, as I think, one father: But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
I put you o'er to Heaven, and to my mother,
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
In sooth, he might then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes:
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy To dispossess that child which is not his ?
And wound her honour, with this diffidence.
Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it,
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a-year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land!
K. John. A good blunt fellow -Why, being younger
born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But wher I be as true begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son, like him ;-
O old sir Robert, father, on my knee,
I give Heaven thanks I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath Heaven lent us here!
Eli. He hath a trick b of Coeur-de-lion's face;
The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father;
With that half-face would he have all my land:
A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a-year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd,
Your brother did employ my father much :-
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
a Wher has the meaning of whether, but does not appear to have been written as a contraction either by Shakspere or his
Trick, here and elsewhere in Shakspere, means peculiarity.
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge,
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence,a and no land beside?
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him;
And if my legs were two such riding-rods;
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings goes
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
I would give it every foot to have this face;
I would not be sir Nobd in any case.
Eli. I like thee well: Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
Your face hath got five hundred pound a-year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 't is dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.
K. John. What is thy name?
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose form
thou bearest :
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great;
Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your
hand;
My father gave me honour, yours gave land:
Presence may here mean "" priority of place," préséance. We are inclined to receive it in the sense of the man's whole carriage and appearance-" a goodly presence."
b Sir Robert his. This is the old form of the genitive. Faulconbridge says, "If I had his shape-sir Robert's shape-as he
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What though?
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window," or else o'er the hatch;
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night;
And have is have, however men do catch:
Near or far off, well won is still well shot;
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY. O me! it is my mother:-How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where it
he?
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
desire,
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.-
Cone, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Bast.
Philip?-sparrow!a-James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well; Marry-to confess-
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handiwork :-Therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholden for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
Good den, sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow;
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
T is too respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller,
He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My picked man of countries: d. -My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,)
I shall beseech you-That is question now;
And then comes answer like an Absey book:
O, sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir:
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether I smack, or no;)
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet to avoid deceit I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.-
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
* In at the window, &c. These were proverbial expressions,
which, by analogy with irregular modes of entering a house,
had reference to cases such as that of Faulconbridge's.
Good des-good evening, good e'en.
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• Conversion. The Bastard, whose "new-made honour' conversion, a change of condition,-would say that to remember men's names (opposed, by implication, to forget) is too respective (punctilious, discriminating) and too sociable for one of this newly attained rank.
Picked man of countries. "To pick" is the same as "to
Abery-book, the common name for the first, or A, B, C, book, hich included the Catechism.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco-like: b
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder.
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land;
Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother?
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father:
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed.
Heaven! lay not my transgression to my charge,
That art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins dc bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,-
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
He that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin: Who says it was, he lies; I say, 't was not. [Exeunt. Philip-sparrow! The sparrow was called Philip,-perhaps from his note, out of which Catullus, in his elegy on Lesbia's sparrow, formed a verb, pipilabat.
b Basilisco-like. Basilisco is a character in a play of Shak spere's time, Soliman and Perseda.'
Awless-the opposite of awful; not inspiring awe.
SCENE I-France. Before the Walls of Angiers.
Enter on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA, and
Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and
Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and At-
tendants.
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John;
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love;
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love.
Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their
In such a just and charitable war.
To land his legions all as soon as I :
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
His marches are expedient to this town,
With him along is come the mother-queen.
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king's deceas'd:
And all the unsettled humours of the land,-
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,--
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes.
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums [Drums beat
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.
K. Phi. How much unlook'd-for is this expedition!
Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar❜d.
Enter KING JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard, PEMBROKE, and Forces.
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven!
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war returu
From France to England, there to live in peace!
England we love; and, for that England's sake,
With burthen of our armour here we sweat:
This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Against the brows of this resisting town.
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages:
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood:
My lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.-
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time
a Importance-importunity.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;-
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's, in the name of God.
How comes it, then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great commiss
France,
To draw my answer from thy articles?
K. Phi. From that supernal judge that stirs p thoughts
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:
Expedient. The word properly means, "that disenga. itself from all entanglements." To set at liberty the th was held fast is expedire.
b And this is Geffrey's. We have restored the punctuať, a the original. King Philip makes a solemn asseveration that (Arthur) is Geffrey's son and successor, in the name of G asserting the principle of legitimacy, by divine ordinance
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.
Eli. Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?
Const. Let me make answer;-thy usurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king:
Tat thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Jan thon and John, in manners being as like
is rain to water, or devil to his dam. 1boy a bastard! By my soul, I think, s father never was so true begot;
carrot be, an if thou wert his mother.
El. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
Const. There's a good grandame, boy, that would
blot thee.
Aust. Peace!
What the devil art thou? Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you, Ana may catch your hide and you alone. 1 are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Wise valour plucks dead lions by the beard. 1 smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; , look to 't; i' faith, I will, i' faith. Bach. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Idd disrobe the lion of that robe!
bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:— But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back;
lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. Asst. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears We this abundance of superfluous breath? King-Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Lew. Women and fools, break off conference. Kaz Jom, this is the very sum of all,gland and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Lenght of Arthur do I claim of thee: Witthon resign them, and lay down thy arms?
K. John. My life as soon:-I do defy thee, France. Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; A4, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more In e'er the coward hand of France can win: Sut thee, boy.
Come to thy grandame, child. Crut. Do, child, go to it' grandame, child; Gve grandame kingdom, and it' grandame will fre it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
Tre's a good grandame.
Good my mother, peace! Ild that I were low laid in my grave; an not worth this coil that 's made for me.
His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. mat. Now shame upon you, wher she does, or no 110! ils grandame's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, A those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
4.
1, wth these crystal beads Heaven shall be brib'd
him justice, and revenge on you.
E. Thu monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!
t. Thou moustrous injurer of heaven and earth! lot me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
dominations, royalties, and rights
is oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son, unate in nothing but in thee;
1sta are visited in this poor child; anon of the law is laid on him,
but the second generation
a from thy sin-conceiving womb. £ John. Bedlam, have done. (wat
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagued for her,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury
Her injury, the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; A plague upon her!
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 grandame's will!
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate :
It ill beseems 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,
Whose title they adınit, Arthur's or John's.
Trumpet sounds. Enter Citizens upon the Walls.
Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls?
K. Phi. 'T is France for England.
K. John.
England, for itself:
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects!
K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle-
K. John. For our advantage;-Therefore,
These flags of France, that are advanced here
Before the eye and prospect of your 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,
Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;
And but for our approach, those sleeping stones,
That as a waste do girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their ordnance
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,
Who painfully, with much expedient march,
Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,-
Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle :
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,
To make a faithless error in your ears:
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
And let us in. Your king," whose labour'd spirits
Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
Craves harbourage within your city walls.
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both.
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
Son to the elder brother of this man,
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys:
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these greens before your town;
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
In the relief of this oppressed child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty which you truly owe,
To him that owes it,-namely, this young prince:
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Your king, &c. We have here restored the old reading, m which "your king" is the nominative to "craves."
b It is to be observed that “forweary" and "weary" are the same; and that "forwearied" may be used, not as a participle requiring an auxiliary verb, but as a verb neuter.
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