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Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FAULCONBRIDGÈ, In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept and PHILIP, his bastard Brother.

This calf, bred from bis cow, from all the world; This expedition's charge.- What men are you? In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's,

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, My brother might not claim him ; nor your father, Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;

My mother's son did get your father's beir; A soldier, by the honour-giving hand

Your father's heir must have your father's land. of Cæur-de-lion koighted in the field.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, K. John. What art thou?

[bridge. To dispossess that child, which is not his? Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? Than was his will to get me, as I think. [bridge, You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a FaulconBast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; That is well known; and, as I think, one father : Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Isord of thy presence, and no land beside ? I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother :

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

And I had his, sir Robert his, like him : Eli. Oat on thee, rude man! thou dost shame And if my legs were two such riding-rods, thy mother,

My arms such eel-skins stufl”d; my face so thin, And wound her honour with this diffidence.

That in mine ear I darst not stick a rose, [goes ! Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

'Would I might never stir from off this place, At least from fair five hundred pounds 4-year: I'd give it every foot to have this face; Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! I would not be sir Nob in any case. [fortune, K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being El. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake uiy younger born,

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my But once be slander'd me with bastardy:

chance : But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year; That still I lay upon my mother's head;

Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.– Bat, that I am as well begot, my liege,

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. If old sir Robert did beget us both,

K. John. What is thy name? And were our father, and this son like him ; Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; O old sir Robert, father, on my knee

Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

K. John. From henceforth bear bis name whose K. John. Why, what a madcap bath heaven lent

form thou bear'st : us here!

Kneel thou down Pbilip, but arise more great ; Eli. He hath a trick of Cour-de-lion's face, Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet. [hand; The accept of his tongue affecteth him:

Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your Do you not read some tokens of my son

My father gave me honour, yours gave land :In the large composition of this man?

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, When I was got, sir Robert was away. And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so.

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : With that half-face would he have all my land:

What though?
A half-fac'd groat five hundred pounds a-year! Something about, a little from the right,

Rob. My graciousliege, when that my father lir'd, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch :
Yoor brother did employ my father much ; Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;

Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; And have is have, however men do catch : Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. Near or far off, well won is still well shot;

Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy And I am I, howe'er I was begot. [desire, To Germany, there, with the emperor,

K.John. Go, Faulconbridge ; now hast thou thy To treat of high affairs touching that time : A landless knight makes thee a landed ’squire.The advantage of his absence took the king, Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; For France, for France ; for it is more than need. Where bow he did prevail, I shame to speak : Bas. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to thee! Bat truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. Between my father and my mother lay,

[Exeunt all but the Bastard. (As I have heard my father speak bimself,) · A foot of honour better than I was; When this same lusty gentleman was got.

But many a many foot of land the worse. Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd

Well, now can I make any Joan a lady: His lands to me; and took it, on bis death, Good den, sir Richard,—God-a-mercy, fellow ; That this, my mother's son, was none of his ; And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: And, if he were, he came into the world

For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Fall fourteen weeks before the course of time. 'Tis too respective, and too sociable, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, For your conversion. Now your traveller,My father's land, as was my father's will.

He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; And when my knightly stomach is suflic'd, Your father's wife did after wedlock bear bim: Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; My picked man of countries : My dear sir, Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,) That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, I shall beseech you-- That is question now, Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, And then comes answer like an ABC-book :Had of your father claim'd this son for bis ? 0, sir, says answer, at your best command;

Al your employment; at your service, sir :

May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours: With all my beart I thank thee for my father! And so, ere answer knows what question would, Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,

Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin; The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

And they shall say, when Richard me begot, It draws toward sopper in conclusion so.

If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : But this is worshipful society,

Who says


was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:

[Exeunt. For he is but a bastard to the time,

ACT II. That doth not smack of observation;

SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of Angiers. (And so am I, whether I smack, or no;)

Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA, and And not alone in habit and device,

Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;

and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and But from the inward motion to deliver

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;

Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.

Richard, that robh'd the lion of his heart, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?

And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

By this brave duke came early to his grave:
What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?

And, for amends to his posterity,

At our importance hither is he come,
Enter Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, and James GURNEY. To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
O me! it is my mother :—How now, good lady?

And to rebuke the usurpation
What brings you here to court so hastily? [is he? of thy annatural uncle, English John :
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where

Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son? Shadowing their right ander your wings of war:

The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ? [boy,

I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
Ludy F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend

But with a heart full of anstained love :
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? | Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou? (while?

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a

Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Gur. Good leave, good Pbilip.

As seal to this indenture of my love;

That to my home I will no more return,
Philip ?-sparrow!--James,
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, [Exit Gurney.

Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;

Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me

And coops from other lands her islanders, Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!)

That water-walled bulwark, stil] secure Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;

And confident from foreign purposes, We know his handy-work:--Therefore, good mo

Even till that utmost corner of the west ther,

Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, To wbom am I beholden for these limbs ?

Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

Const. 0, take his mother's thanks, a widow's Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brothertoo,

thanks, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ho- Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,

To make a more requital to your love. [swords What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco- In such a just and charitable war. (be bent like :

K. Phi. Well then, to work ; our cannon shall What! I am dubb’d; I bave it on my shoulder.

Against the brows of this resisting town. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;

Call for our chiefest men of discipline, I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land;

To cull the plots of best advantages :Legitimation, name, and all is gone :

We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Then, good my mother, let me know my father;

Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, Some proper man, I hope: Who was it, mother? But we will make it subject to this boy. Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon

Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, bridge?

Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [ther ; My lord Chatillon may from England bring

Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy fa? | That right in peace, which here we urge in war; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd

And then we shall repent each drop of blood, To make room for him in my husband's bed :

That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!

Enter Chatillon. Thou art the issue of my dear offence,

K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.

Bast. Now, by this lighi, were I to get again, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, Madam, I would not wish a better father.

We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,

Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: And stir them up against a mightier task. Needs must you lay your beart at his dispose, England, impatient of your just demands, Subjected tribute to commanding love,

Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Against whose fury and unmatched force

Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time The awless lion could not wage the fight,

To land his legions all as soon as I :
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. His marches are expedient to this town,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, His forces strong, his soldiers confident,


With him is come along the mother-queen,

Aust. Peace ! An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;


Hear the crier. With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; Aust.

What the devil art thou? With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :

Bast. One, that will play the devil, sir, with you, And all the unsettled humours of the land, - An 'a may catch your hide aud you alone. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

You are the bare of whom the proverb goes, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; Hare sold their fortunes at their native homes, I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Sirrah, look to't ; i'faith, I will, i'faith. To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

Blanch. O, well did he become tbat lion's robe, In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, That did disrobe the lion of that robe! Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of bim, Did never float upon the swelling tide,

As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:To do offence and scath in Christendom.

But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; The interruption of their churlish drums

Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.

(Drums beat.) Aust.What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, With this abundance of superfluous breath? To parley, or to fight; therefore,

prepare. [tion! K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedi


[ence. Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much Lew. Women and fools, break off your conserWe must awake endeavour for defence;

King John, this is the very sum of all, For courage mounteth with occasion:

England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Let then be welcome then, we are prepar'd. In right of Arthur do I claim of thee :

Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? Enter King John, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard,

K.John. My life as soon :I do defy thee, France. PEMBROKE, and Forces.

Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace And, ont of my dear love, I'll give ihee more permit

Than e'er the coward hand of France can win: Oar just and lineal entrance to our own!

Submit thee, boy, If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! Eli.

Come to thy grandam, child. Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct

Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child;
Their proud contempt that beat bis peace to heaven. Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam wilí

K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war return Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig :
From France to England, there to live in peace! There's a good grandam.
England we love; and, for that England's sake, Arth.

Good my mother, peace!
With burden of our armour here we sweat: I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
But thou from loving England art so far,

Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! Cut off the sequence of posterity,

His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape

Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his pooreyes, Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Look bere upon thy brother Geffrey's face; Ay, with these crystal beads heav'n shall be brib'd These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : To do him justice, and revenge on yon. This little abstract doth contain that large,

Eli, Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time


(earth! Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.

Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and That Geflrey was thy elder brother born,

Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
And this bis son; England was Geffrey's right, The dominations, royalties, and rights,
And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God, Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son,
How comes it then, that thou art call’d a king, Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
When living blood doth in these temples beat, Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? The canon of the law is laid on him,
K. John. From whom hast thou this great com Being but the second generation
mission, France,

Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
To draw my answer from thy articles? (thoughts K. John. Bedlam, have done.
K. Phi. I'rom that supernal judge, that stirs good Const.

I have but this to say,-In any breast of strong authority,

That he's not only plagued for her sin, To look into the blots and stains of right.

But God hath made ber sin and her the plague
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And with her plague, her sin; bis injury
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.

Her injury,--the beadle to her sin;
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. All punish'd in the person of this child,
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usarping down. And all for her; A plague upon her!
El. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. A will, that bars the title of thy son.

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! | A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, K.Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate :
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim
Liker in featare to his father Geffrey,

To these ill-tuned repetitions.-
Than thou and John in manners; being as like, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.

These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,

Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. His father never was so true begot;

Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.

1 Cit. Who is it, that bath warn’d us to the walls? Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy K. Phi, 'Tis France, for England. fatber. [blot thee. K. John.

England, for itself: Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would | You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,

us, first.

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us both.

K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's K. John. To verify our title with their lives. subjects,

K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.

Bast. Some bastards too.

[those, K. John, For our advantage :- Therefore, hear K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.

1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, These flags of France, that are advanced lere We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. Before the eye and prospect of your town,

K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those
Have hither march'd to your endamagement: That to their everlasting residence, (souls,
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth

In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!
Their iron indignation’gainst your walls:

K. Phi. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers! to All preparation for a bloody siege,


[e'er since, And merciless proceeding by these French,

Bast. St. George,-that swing'd the dragon, and
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
And, but for our approach, these sleeping stones, Teach us some fence!-Sirrah, were I at home,
That as a waist do girdle you about,

At your den, sirrah, (to Austria) with your lioness,
By the compulsion of their ordnance

I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, By this time from their fixed beds of lime

And make a monster of you. Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made


Peace; no more. For bloody power to rush upon your peace.

Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, -

K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll set Who painfally, with much expedient march, In best appointment, all our regiments. (forth, Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten’dcheeks, K. Phi. It shall be so ;-(to Lewis) and at the Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle :

other bill And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! To make a shaking fever in your walls,

(Exeunt. They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,

Scene 11.-The same. To make a faithless error in your ears :

Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter a
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,

French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, F.Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
Forwearied in this action of swift speed,

And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Crave barbourage within your city walls.

Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made K. Philip: When I have said, make answer to Much work for tears in many an English mother,

Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: Lo, in this right band, whose protection

Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Is most divinely vow'd upon the right

Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet;

And victory, with little loss, doth play Son to the elder brother of this man,

Upon the dancing banners of the French; And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys :

Who are at band, triumphantly display'd, For this down-trodden equity, we tread

To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
In warlike march these greens before your town;

Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,

Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
In the relief of this oppressed child,

E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your Religiously provokes. Be pleased, then,

bells; To pay that duty, which you truly owe,

King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
To him that owes it; namely, this young prince: Commander of this hot malicious day!
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,
Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;

Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent

There stuck no plume in any English crest,
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; That is removed by a staff of France;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,

Our colours do return in those same hands,
With uphack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, That did display them when we first march'd forth;
We will bear bome that lusty blood again, And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Which here we came to spout against your town, Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Died in the dying slaughter of their foes:
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,

Open your gates, and give the victors way. 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls

Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might be-
Can bide you from our messengers of war ;

From first to last, the onset and retire [hold,
Though all these English, and their discipline, Of both your armies; whose equality
Were harbour'd in their rude circunference. By our best eyes cannot be censured :
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,

Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
In that behall, which we have challeng'd it?


[fronted power : Or shall we give the signal to our rage,

Strength match'd with strength, and power conAnd stalk in blood to our possession?

Both are alike; and both alike we like.
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's One inust prove greatest: while they weigh so eren,

We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let Enter, at one side, King John, with his power;


ELINOR, BLANCHI, and the Bastard; at the other, 1 Cit. That can we not : but he, that proves the

King Philir, LEWIS, AUSTRIA, and Forces. To him will we prove loyal ; till that time,

K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to Have we rammd up our gates against the world.

cast away? K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove Say, shall the current of our right run on? the king ?

Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,- With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; Bast. Bastards, and else.

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A peaceful progress to the ocean. [of blood, Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to soath;

K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop | Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : In this hot trial, more than we of France;

(A side.) Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear,

I'll stir them to it :-Come, away, away! That sways the earth this climate overlooks,– 1 Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced leagae; Or add a royal number to the dead! [bear, Win you this city without stroke, or wonnd; Gracing the scroll, that tell's of this war's loss, Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. That here come sacrifices for the field :

Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, Persever not, bat hear me, mighty kings. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!

K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to 0, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;


[Blanch, The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady And now be feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, Is near to England; Look upon the years la undetermin'd differences of kings.

Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid : Why stand these royal fronts amazed thas? If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Cry bavoc, kings ! back to the stained field, Where should be find it fairer than in Blanch? You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits !

If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Then let confusion of one part confirm

Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and If love ambitious sought a match of birth, death!

(mit? Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet ad- Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your Is the young Dauphin every way complete : king?

[king. If not complete, O say, he is not sbe : 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the And she again wants nothing, to name want, K. Phi. Know him in us, that bere hold up his If want it be not, that she is not he: right.

He is the half part of a blessed man, K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy,

Left to be finished by such a she; And bear possession of our person here;

And she a fair divided excellence, Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of


Whose falness of perfection lies in him. 1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; o, two such silver ourrents, when they join, And, till it be undoubted, we do lock

Do glorify the banks, that bound them in : Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates :

And two such shores to two such streams made one, King'd of our fears; ontil our fears, resolv'd, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos’d. To these two princes, if you marry them. Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout This union shall do more than battery can, yoa, kings;

To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match, And stand securely on their battlements,

With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, As in a theatre, whence they gape and point

The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, At your industrious scenes and acts of death. And give you entrance; but, without this match, Your royal presences be ral'a by me;

The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,

Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend More free from motion; no, not death himself
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: In mortal fury half so peremptory,
By east and west let France and England mount As we to keep this city.
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths; Bast.

Here's a stay,
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down that shakes the rotten carcase of old death
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:

Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and Even till unfenced desolation

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,

(seas; Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! That done, dissever your united strengths, What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ? And part your mingled colours once again; He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:

bounce; Then, in a moment, fortune shall call forth He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Oat of one side her happy minion;

Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his, To whom in favour she shall give the day,

But buffets better than a fist of France: And kiss him with a glorious victory;

Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? Since first call’d my brother's father, dad. Smacks it pot something of the policy? [heads, Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our

match; I like it well;-France, shall we knit our powers,

Give with our niece a dowry large enough: And lay this Angiers even with the grouud;

For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?

Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, Bast. And, if thou hast the mettle of a king, - That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,-- The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit. Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,

I see a yielding in the looks of France; As we will ours, against these saucy walls: Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Are capable of this ambition :

(souls Wby, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse, K. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you cool and congeal again to what it was. assault?

1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties K. John. We from the west will send destruction This friendly treaty of our threaten’d town? Into this city's bosom.

K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forAust. I from the north.

ward first K. Phi.

[son, Our thunder from the south, To speak unto this city: What say you? Shall rain their drift of ballets on this town.

Ki John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely

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