A will that bars the title of thy son. Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! K. 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 Trumpet sounds. Enter Citizens upon the walls. First Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? 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 hear us first. And merciless proceeding by these French By the compulsion of their ordnance(29) They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Crave harbourage within your city-walls. K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both. Is most divinely vow'd upon the right In warlike march these greens before your town; Than the constraint of hospitable zeal To him that owes it, namely, this young prince: And stalk in blood to our possession? (30) First Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subjects: For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. John. Acknowledge, then, the king, and let me in. First Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the king, To him will we prove loyal: till that time Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the king? And if not that, I bring you witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,- K. John. To verify our title with their lives. K. Phi. As many and as well-born bloods as those,- K. Ph. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. We for the worthiest hold the right from both. K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! K. Phi. Amen, amen!—Mount, chevaliers! to arms! Bast. Saint George, that swinge'd the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse' back at mine hostess' door, Teach us some fence !-[To Austria] Sirrah, were I at home, I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, Aust. Peace! no more. Bast. O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar! K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth In best appointment all our regiments. Bast. Speed, then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Louis] and at the other hill Command the rest to stand.-God and our right! [Exeunt, severally, the English and French Kings, &c. After excursions, enter a French Herald, with trumpets, to F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in, Much work for tears in many an English mother, Enter an English Herald, with trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day: Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, That is removed by a staff of France; Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth; First Cit. Heralds, (32) from off our towers we might be- From first to last, the onset and retire Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows; One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even, Re-enter, on one side, King JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard, Lords, and Forces; on the other, King PHILIP, Louis, Austria, and Forces. K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Say, shall the current of our right run on ?(33) Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, A peaceful progress to the ocean. K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, lost more: and by this hand I swear, That sways the earth this climate overlooks, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear, Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death! king. K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his right. And bear possession of our person here; Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. First Cit. A greater power than we(36) denies all this; And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates; King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolv'd, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. (37) Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings, |