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That he is not only plagued for her fin,
But God hath made her fin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her plague her fin; his injury,
Her injury, the beadle to her fin,
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all frir her, a plague upon her!

Eli. Thou unadvis'a scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy son.

Conft. Ay, who doubts that? a will!«a wicked wilt; A woman's will, a cankred grandam's will.

K. Phil. Peace, Lady; paule, or be more temperater
It ill beseems this presence to cry aim
To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
Tkese men of- Angiers ; let us hear them speak.
Whofe title they admit, Arthur's or John's.

[Trumpet sounds
Enter a Citizen upon the walls.
Cit. Who is it, that hath warn’d us to the walls?
K. Philip. 'Tis France, for England.

K. John. England for itself;
You men of Angiers and my loving subjects-

K. Philip. 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 fort:
These flags of France, that are advanced here
Before the eye and pro:pect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endamagement.
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath

And ready mounted are they to fpit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :
All preparations for a bloody fiege
And, merciless proceeding, by these French,
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
And but for our approach, those sleeping itonci,
That as a waste do girdle you about,
By the compulfion of their ordinance
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
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Had been difhabited, and wide havock made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace,
Bút on the fight of us your lawful King,
(Who painfully with much expedient march
Have brought a counter.check before your gates,
To save unscratch'd your city's threatned cheeks)
Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle ;
And now, instead of bullets wrap'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words folded up in smoak,
To make a faithless error in your ears ;
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens;
And let in us, your King, whose labour'd spirits,
Fore-weary'd in this action of swift speed,
Crave harbourage within your city-walls.

K. Philip. 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 opprefied child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty, which you truly owe
To him that owns it ; namely, this young Prince,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Save in aspect, hath all offence seai'd up:
Our cannons malice vainly shall be spent
Against th' invulnerable clouds of heav'n;
And with a blested, and unvext retire,
With unhack'd fivords, and helmets all onbruis'd,
We will bear home that lufty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town;
And leave your children, wives, and



peace. But if you fondly pass your proffer'd offer, *Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walls


Can hide you from our messengers of war:
Tho'all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Then tell us, Tall your city call us Lord,
In that behaff which we have challeng'd it ?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our poffefsion ?

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.

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-

Faulc. (Bastards, and else.)
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Philip. As many, and as well-born bloods as thosemaine
Fau'c. (Some bastards too.)
K. Philip. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.

Cit. Till you compound, whose right is worthieft, We for the worthielt hold the right from both.

K. Jon. Then God forgive the fm of all those souls; That to their everlasting 'refidence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's King!

K. Philip. Amen, amen.-Mount, chevaliers, to arms!

Foul. Saint George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er Sits on his hortcback at mine hoftefs' door, -Teach us fome fence. Sirral, were I at home At your den, firrah, with your lionnefs, I'd let an ox-head to your lion's hide, And make a monster of you.

[To Auftria, Auft. Peace, no anore. Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar.

K.john. Up higher to the plain, where we'll set fortk In belt appointment all our regiments.

Faulo. Speed then to take th’advantage of the field.


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K. Philip. It shall be fo; and at the other hill Command the rest to stand. God, and our right!

[Exeurit, A long charge founded: then, after excursions, enter the

Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
And let young Arthur Duke of Bretagne in ;
Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Puch work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose fons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
And many a widow's husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
While victory with little loss doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Who are at hand triumphantly display'd,
To eater conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's King, and yours.

Enter English Herald zeith 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 amours, that march'd hence lo filver-bright,
Hither return all gilt in Frenchmens blood.
There stuck no plume in any Englis> crest,
That is removed by a staff of France.
Our colours do return in thole fame hands,
That did display them when we first march'd forth;
And, like a jolly troop of hunimen, come
Our lulty English, all with purpled hands;
Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes.
Open your gates, and give the victors way.

Cir. Heralds, from of our tou’rs we might behold,
From first to last, the onset and :crire
Of both your armies, whose cquality
By our best eyes cannot be centured;
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows;
Strength match'd with ft:ength, and power confronted
Both are alike, and both alike we like; (power.

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One must prove greatest. While they weigh. fo even,
We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
Enter the two Kings with their Powers, at several doors.

K John. France, haft thou yet more blood to caft away?
Say, ihall the current of our right run on?
Whose passage, vext with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
With courfe difturb'd ev’n thy confining lhores ;
Unless thou let his filver water keep
A peaceful progress to the ocean.

K. Philip. England, thou hast not sav'done drop of blood In this hot trial, more than we of France ; Rather loft more. And by this hand I swear, That sways the earth this climate overlooks, Before we will lay by our juft-borne arms, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear; Or add a royal number to the dead; Gracing the scroul, that tells of this war's loss, With flaughter coupled to the name of Kings.

Faulo. Ha! Majetty, ----- how high thy glory towers When the rich blood of Kings is set on fire! Oh, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ;, The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his phangs ; And now he fealls, mouthing the flesh of men In undetermin'd diff'rences of Kings. Why iland these royal frorts amazed thus? Cry havock, Kings; back to the stained field, You equal Potents, fery-kindled spirits!: Then jet confusion of one part confirm The other's perce; till then, blows, blood, and deatli.. K. Ichn. Whole party co the townsmen


admiti K.Phil. Speak, citizens, for England, who's your Kings Cit, The King of England, when we know the King. K.Philip. Know him in us, that here hold up his right..

K. Jclin. In us, that are our own great depuiy,
And bear poffeffion of our person here;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

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