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That keep the word of promise to our ear,

Had I as many sons as I have hairs, And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee.

I would not wish them to a fairer death : Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And so his knell is knoll's. And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.


He's worth more sorrow, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

And that I'll spend for him. Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,


He's worth no more : Here may you see the tyrant.

They say, he parted well, and paid his score ;

I'll not yield, So, God be with him !---Here comes newer comfort.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse,

Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's Head on a Pole.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold, where And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free : [stands
Yet I will try the last. Before my body

I see thee eompass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; That speak my salutation in their minds;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Whose voices I desire aload with mine, --

[Exeunt, fighting. Hail, king of Scotland!

King of Scotland, hail!
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Co-

[Flourish. lours, Malcolm, Old Siward, Rosse, Lenox, Angus, Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Cathness, Menfeth, and Soldiers.

Before we reckon with your several loves,
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble sop.

Which would be planted newly with the time,-
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: As calling home our exit'd friends abroad,
He only liv'd but till he was a man;

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Producing forth the cruel ministers
In the unshrinking station where he fongbt,

of this dead butoher, and his fiend-like queen; But like a man he died.

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Then he is dead ?

Took off her life : - This, and what needful else
Rosse. Ay, and bronght off the field : your cause of that calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
Must not be measar'd by his worth, for then (sorrow We will perform in measare, time, and place :
It hath no end.

So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Had be his hurts before !

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
Rosse. Ay, on the front.

(Flourish. Ereunt. Siw.

Why then, God's soldier be he!

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Philip, King of France. Prince Henry, his Son; afterwards King Henry III. Lewis, the Dauphin. Arthar, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late Duke Archduke of Anstria.

of Bretagne, the elder Brother of King John. Cardinal Pandulph, the Pope's Legale. William Mareshall, Earl of Pembroke.

Melun, a French Lord.
Geffrey Fitz-Peter, Earl of Essex, Chief Justiciary Chatillon, Ambassador from France to King John.

of England.
William Longsword, Earl of Salisbury.

Elinor, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mother Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

of King John. Hubert de Bargh, Chamberlain to the King.

Constance, Mother to Arthur,
Robert Faulconbridge, Son of Sir Robert Faulcon-Blanch, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and

Niece to King John.
Philip Faqlconbridge, his Half-Brother, Bastard Lady Falconbridge, Mother to the Bastard, and

Robert Faulconbridge.
Son to King Richard the First.
James Gurney, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds,
Peler of Pomfret, a Prophet.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
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K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ?

Chat. The proud control of tierce and bloody war,
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room of State in the To enforce these rights so forcibly with held.

K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex,

blood, Salisbury, and oikers, with Chatillon.

Controlment for controlment: so answer France.

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would The furthest limit of my embassy.
France with us !

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace :
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France
In my behaviour, to the majesty,

[France, For ere thou canst report I will be there, The borrow'd majesty of England here.

The thunder of my cannon sball be heard :
Eli. A strange beginning : -- borrow'd majesty!

So, hence! Be thou the trampet of our wrath
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. And sollen presage of your own decay.---
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true hehalt" An honourable conduct let him have:
of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

Pembroke, look to't : Farewell, Chatillon.
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

(Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. To this fair island, and the territories;

Eli, What now, my son ? bare I not ever said,
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

Til she had kindled France, and all the world,
Which sways usarpingly these several titles ; Upon the right and party of her son !
And put the same into young Arthur's hand, This might have been prevented, and made whole,
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

With very easy arguments of love ;

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Which now the manage of two kingdoms must Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

Had of your father claim'd this son for bis? K.John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: (right; In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, So much tay conscience whispers in your ear; My brother might not claim him; nor your father, Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Being none of his, refuse him :-Tbis conclades, Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis- My another's son did get your father's heir ;

Your father's heir must have your father's land. pers Essex.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, To dispossess that child which is not his? Come from the country to be judg'd by you,

Bast. of no more force to dispossess me, sir, That eller I heard : Shall I produce the men ! K. John. Let them approach.- [Exit Sheriff

Than was his will to get me, as I think,

Eli. Whether hadst Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

nou rather, ---be a Faulcon.

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land ; (bridge, Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, Philip, his Bastard Brother.

Lord of thy presence, and no land beside! This expedition's charge.--- What men are you? Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, And I bad his, sir Robert his, like him ; Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;

My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, A soldier, by the honour-giving hand

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, [goes! of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.

Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings K. John. What art thou!

And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Rob. The son and beir to that sane Faulcopbridge. 'Would I might never stir from off this place,

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the beir! I'd give it every foot to have this face ; You came Dot of one mother then, it seems.

I would not be sir Nob in any case. Bast. Most certain of one muther, mighty king, Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune, That is well known; and, as I think, one father : Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me! Bot, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;

Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance : of that I doubt, as all men's children may

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year; El. Out ou thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy Yet sell yoor face for fivepence, and 'tis dear. mother,

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. And wound her honour with this diffidence.

El. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;

K. John. What is thy name? The which if he can prove, a pops me out

Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name began; At least from fair tive hundred pound a year : Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. Heaven guard my mother's bonour, and my land ! K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being

form thou bear'st : younger born,

Kneel thou down Philip, bat arise more great ; Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

Arise, sir Richard, and Plantagenet. [hand; Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your But once he slander'd me with bastardy:

My father gave me honour, yours gave land:But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, That still I lay upon my mother's bead;

When I was got, sir Robert was away. But, that I am as well begot, my liege,

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet'! (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What If old sir Robert did beget as both,

Something about, a little from the right, (though! And were our father, and this son like him ;

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee

Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. Chere! And bave is have, however men do catch :

K. John. Why, whala madcap hath heaven lent us Near or far off, weil won is still well shot ;
Eli. He hath a trick of Caor-de-liou's face, And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

(desire, The accent of his tongue affecleth him :

K. John. Go, Faulconbridge ; now bast thou thy Do you pot read some tokens of my son

A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire In the large composition of this man?

Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, For France, for France; for it is more than need. And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak, Bast, Brother, adiea; Good fortune come to thee! What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? For thou wast got i'the way of hopesty. Bast. Because he hath a hall-face, like my father;

[Erennt all but the Bastard. With that half-face would he have all my land : A foot of honour better than I was; A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year! Bot many a foot of land the worse.

Rob. My gracious liege, when tbat my father liv'd, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:Your brother did employ my father much ;

Good den, sir Richard,-Gou-a-mercy, fellow' ;Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land : And if his name be George, I'll call hini Peter: Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. For new-made honour doth forget men's Dames;

Rub. And once despatel'd him in an embassy "Tis too respective, and too sociable,
To Germany, there, with the emperor,

For your conversion. Now your traveller,
To treat of bigh affairs totiebing that time :

He and bis tooth-pick at my worship's mess; The advantage of his absence touk the king,

And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ; Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak My picked man of countries :—My dear sir But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores (This leaning on mine elbow, I begin), Between my father and my mother lay

I shall beseech you-That is question now; (As I have heard my father speak himself),

And then comes answer like an ABC-book : When this same lusty gentleman was got.

0, sir, says answer, at your best command; Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd

At your employment ; at your service, sir : His lands to me, and took it, on his death,

No sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : That this, my mother's son, was none of his; And so, ere answer knows what question would And, if he were, he came into the world

(Saving in dialogue of compliment;,
Fall fourteen weeks before the course of time. And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, The Pyrenean, and the river Po),
My father's land, as was my father's will.

It draws towards supper in conclasion so.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; But this is worshipful society,
Your father's wife did, after wedlock, bear him: And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; For he is bot a bastard to the time,
W bích fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That doth not smack of observation
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, (And so am I, whether I smack, or no);

And not alone in habit and device,

Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;

The ratber, that you give his offspring lite, But from the inward motion to deliver

Shadowing their right under your wings of war : Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth : I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Bot with a heart full of unstained love: Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn :

Welcome before the gates of Angiers, dake. For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right! But who comes in such baste, in riding robes ? Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, As seal to this indenture of my love ; That will take pains to blow a horn before ber? That to my home I will no more return, Enter Lady Faalconbridge and James Gurney.

Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, O me! it is my mother :- How now, good lady?

Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, What brings you here to court so hastily? [is be?

Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? Where Even till that England, hedg'a in with the main,

And coops from other lands her islanders,
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert ! old sir Robert's son?

That water-walled bulwark, still secare

And confident from foreign purposes,
Colbrand, the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek só?

Even till that utmost corner of the west

Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverená Salate thee for her king: till then, fair boy,

Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ?
He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.

Const. 0, take his mother's thanks, * widow's Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile. Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,

Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Philip !-sparrow 1-James,

To make a more requital to your love.
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their [Exit Gurney. In such a just and charitable war.

(swords Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ;

K. Phi. Well then, to work ; our cannon shall

be bent Sir Robert might have eat his part in me

Against the brows of this resisting town. Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast :

Call for our chiefest men of discipline, Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess !),

To call the plots of best advantages Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; We know his handy-work:-Therefore, good mother, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,

We'll lay before this town our royal bones, To whom am I bebolden for these limbs?

Bat we will make it subject to this boy. Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too; Lest unadris'd you stain your swords with blood :

Const. Stay for an answer to your einbassy, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour!

My lord Chatillon may from England bring What means this scorn, thon most untoward knave?

Bast. Knight, knight, good mother.--Basilisco-like: That right in peace, which here we urge in war; What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder.

And then we shall repent each drop of blood,

'That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land;

Enter Chatillon. Legitimation, name, and all is gone':

K. Phi. A wonder, lady! ---lo, upon thy wish, Then, good my motber, let me know my father ;

Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.-
Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a l'auiconbridge? We coldly pause

for thee; Chatillon, speak.

What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady F. King Richard Cæor-de-lion was thy father; And stir them up against a mightier task.

Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
To make room for him in my busband's bed :-

England, impatient of your just demands, Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!

Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Thou art the issue of my dear offence,

Whose leisure I have staid, hare given him time

To land his legions all as soon as I :
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,

His marches are expedient to this town,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.

His forces strong, his soldiers confident. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,

With him along is come the inother queen,

An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife; And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly :

With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love,

With them a bastard of the king deceas'd

And all the unsettled hamours of the land, Against whose fury and upmatched force

Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, The awless lion could not wage the tight,

With Jadies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,
Nor keep his
princely heart from Richard's hand.

Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,

Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,

To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!

In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.

Than now the English bottoms bave waft o'er,
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;

Did never float upon the swelling tide,

To do offence and scath in Christendom.
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:

The interruption of their chorlish drams[ Drums beat, Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. Exeunt.

Cats off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.

K. Phi. How much unlook'a for is this expedition !

Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much ACT II.

We must awake endeavour for defence; SCENE I. France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.

For courage mounteth with occasion : Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and

Forces; on the other, Philip, King of France, and Enter King Johu, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, PemForces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur, and Attend

broke, and Forces. ants.

K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.- Our just and lineal entrance to our own! [permit Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,

If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven ! Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Their provd contempt that beat his peace to heaven. By this brave duke came early to his grave:

K. Phi. Peace be to England; is that war retam And, for amends to his posterity,

From France to England, there to live in peace ! At our importance, hither is be come,

England we love ; and, for that England's sake, To spread his coloars, boy, in thy behalf;

with burden of our armour here we sweat : And to rebuke the usurpation

This toil of ours shonld be a work of thine ; of thy unnatural uncle, English John:

Bat thou from loving England art so far, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,


Cut off the sequence of posterity,

Being but the second generation Outfaced in fant state, and done a rape

Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

K. John. Bedlam, have done. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face :


I have but this to say,These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : That he's not only plagued for her sin, This little abstract doth contain that large,

Bat God hath made her sin and her the plague Which died in Geffrey; and the band of time On this removed issue, plagu'd for her, Shall draw this brief into as huge a voluine.

And with her plague, her sin; his injury
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,

Her injury,--the beadle to her sin:
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, All punish'd in the person of this child,
And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, And all for her; A plugue upon her!
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Eli. Thou onadvised scold, I can produce
When living blood doth in these temples beat, A will, that bars the title of thy son.
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest!

Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will, X. John. From whom hast thou this great com- A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! mission, France,

K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate : To draw my answer from thy articles !

It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs good to these ill-tuned repetitions.
In any breast of strong authority,

(thoughts Some trumpet summon hither to the walls To look into the blots and stains of right.

These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Whose title they aduit, Arthur's or John's. Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.

Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the Walls. K. Jonn. Alack, thou dost usurp authority,

1. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls! K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. K. Phi. "Tis France, for England. Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ! K. John.

England, for itself: Const. Let me make answer ;-thy ostirping son. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,

Eli. Out, insolent I thy bastard shall be king; K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subThat thou mayst be a queen, and check the world! Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. [jects, Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,

K. John. For our advantage ;--- Therefore, bear us As thine was to thy husband : and this boy

tirst.Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,

These flags of France, that are advanced here Than thou and John in manners; being as like,

Before the eye and prospect of your town, As rain to water, or devil to his dam.

Have hither inarch' to your endanagement: My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; His father never was so true begot;

And ready mounted are they, to spit forth It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.

Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls : Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy All preparation for a bloody siege, father.

[blot thee. And merciless proceeding by these French, Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Confrout your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Aust. Peace !

And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Hear the crier.

That as a waist do girdle you about,

What the devil art thou ? By the compulsion of their ordnance
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you, By this time from their fixed beds of lime
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.

Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,

For blood y power to rush upon yonr peace. Whose valour placks dead lions by the beard ; But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, I'll smoke yon skin-cout, an I catch you right; Who painfully, with much expedient march, Sirruh, look to'ti'faith, I will, i'faith.

Hare brought a countere beck before your gates, Blanch. 0, well did be become that lion's robe, To save on cratch'd your city's threaten's cheeks,That did disrobe the lion of that robe !

Behold, the French, a naz'd, vouchsale a parle : Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :

To make a shaking fever in your walls, But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. To make a faithless error in your ears :

Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, With this abundance of superfluous breath?

And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. For wearied in this action of swift speed,

Lew. Women and fools, break of your conference.-Crave harbourage within your city walls. King John, this is the very sum of all,

K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both. England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Lo, in this right band, whose protection In right of Arthur do I claim of thee :

Is most divinely vow'd, upon ine right Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms! of him it holds, stands young. Plantagenet ;

K. John. My life as soon :-i do defy thee, France, Son to the elder brother of this man, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand

And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more For this down-trodden equity, we tread Than e'er the coward hand of France can win: In warlike march these greens before your town; Submit thee, boy.

Being no further enemy to yon Eli.

Come to thy grandam, child, Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child ; In the relief of this oppressed child, Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will Religiously provokes. Be pleased then Give it a plum, a cherry, and a lig:

To pay that daly; which you truly owe, There's a good grandam.

To him that owes it; namely, this young prince : Arth.

Good my mother, peace! And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd ap
I am not worth this coil, that's made for me. Our cannons' malice vninly shall be spent

Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. Agaiust the invulnerable clouds of heaven;

Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! And, with a blessed aud unvex'd retire, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his pour eyes, We will bear home that lusty blood again, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ;

Which here we came to spont against your town, Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. To do him justice, and revenge on you.

But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and carth! 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls

Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Can hide you from our messengers of war :
Call not me slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp Though all these English, and their discipline,
The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Were harboard in their rude circumference. of this oppressed boy : This is thy eldest son's son Then tell us, shall your city call us lord, Infortnnate in nothing but in thee;

In that behalf which we have challeng'd it! Thy sins are visited in this poor child;

Or shall we give the signal to our rage, The oanon of the law is laid on him,

And stalk in blood to our possession !

1 Cit. Ia brief, we are the king of England's sub- K. Pki. England, thou hast not sar'd one drop of jects;

In this hot trial, more than we of France ; [blood For him, and in his right, we hold this town. Rather, lost more : Aud by this hand I swear,

K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. That sways the earth this climate overlooks,

I Cit. That can we not : but he that proves the king, Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, To him will we prove loyal ; till that time,

We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. Or add a royal number to the dead;

[bear, K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, the king!

With slaughter conpled to the name of kings. And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! Bast. Bastards, and else.

o, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; K. John. To verify our title with their lives. The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, Bast. Some bastards too.

[those,- In undetermin'd differences of kings.K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ?

I Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, Cry, havoc, kings! back to the stained field,
We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. You equal potents, fiery-kivdled spirits !

K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, Then let confusion of one part confirm
That to their everlasting residence,

The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death! Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,

K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit! In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your K. Phi. Amen, Amen! -Mount, chevaliers ! to king?

(king. arms !

Ce'er since, 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the Bast. St. George,--that swing'd the dragon, and K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,

right. Teach us some fence |--Sirrah, were I at home, K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, At your den, sirrah [ To Austria), with your lioness, And bear possession of our person here ; I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,

Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. And make a monster of you.

1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this ; Aust.

Pence; no more. And, till it be undoubted, we do lock
Bast. O tremble; for you hear the lion roar. Our former scruple in our strong. barr'd gates :

K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll set King'd of our fears ; until our fears, resoly'd,
In best appointment, all our regiments. (forth, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd.

Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers floot K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis] and at the

you, kings; other hill

And stand securely on their battlements, Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! As in a theatre, whence they gape and point

(Exeunt. At your industrious scenes and acts of death. SCENE II. The same.

Your royal presences be rul'd by me;

Do like the mutines of Jerusalein,
Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter a Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend
French Herald, with Trumpets, to the Gales.

Your sharpest deeds of malice on this towo :
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, By east and west let France and England mount
And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down
Much work for tears in many an English mother, The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Many a widow's husband groveling lies,

Even till unfenced desolation Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;

Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. And victory, with little loss, doth play

'That done, dissever your united strengths, Upon the danciog banners of the Freuch

And part your mingled colours once again : Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,

Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim

Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Arthur of Bretagne, Eogland's king, and yours. Out of one side her happy minion ;
Enter an English Herald, with. Trumpets.

To whom in favour she shall give the day,
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your How like you this wild counsel, mighty states !

And kiss him with a glorious victory. bells;

[heads, King John, your king, and England's, doth approach, Smacks it not something of the policy ?

K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our Commander of this hot malicious day!

I like it well ;-France, shall we kuit our powers, Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,

And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest,

Then, after, fight who shall be king of it!
That is removed by a staff of France ;

Bast. An it thou bast the mettle of a king,Our colours do return in those same hands

Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,

'Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, That did display them when we first mareh'd forth; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come

As we will ours, against these saucy walls :

And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes :

Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell,

Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell.
Open your gates, and give the victors way.
Cit. 'Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,

K. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you assault?

K. John. We from the west will send destruction From first to last, the onset and retire

Into this city's bosom. Of both your armies ; whose equality

Aust. I from the north.
By our best eyes cannot be censured:

K. Phi.
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

Our thunder from the south, blows;

(power : Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth :

Bast. O prudent discipline! from north to south Both are alike; and both alike we like. One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, I'll stir them to it :--Come, away, away!

(Aside, We hold our town for neither; yet for both.

1 Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe awhile to Enter, at one side, King John, with his Power ; stay, Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league ; King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and forces.

Win you this city without stroke, or wound; K. John, France, hast thou yet more blood to cast Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, Say, shall the current of our right run on ? (away? That here come sacrifices for the field : Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. [hear Shall leave his native channel, and o'ers well

K. John. Speak on with favoor; we are bent to With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Unless thon let his silver water keep

Is near to Eugland, Look upon the years [Blanch, A peaceful progress to the ocean.

of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid.

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