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KING JOHN.

Persons represented.

King JOHN.
Prince HENRY, his son, afterwards King
Henry III.

ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.

WILLIAN MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief
justiciary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the
King.

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ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faulconbridge.

PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son to King Richard the First.

JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulcon bridge.

PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
Archduke of Austria.
Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
MELUN, a French lord.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France to
King John.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and

other Attendants.

Scene,-sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

SCENE I. Northampton. A Room of State | in the Palace.

ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II. and mother of King John. CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur. BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece to King John. Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the bas tard, and Robert Faulconbridge.

ACT I.

Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.

K.John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? [of France, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! [embassy. K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the 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, [France. Controlment for controlment: SO answer Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,

The furthest limit of my embassy. [in peace: K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart

• In the manner I now do.

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 CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. 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 With very easy arguments of love! [whole, 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 right;

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: 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 ESSEX.

Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy,

Come from the country to be judged by you,
That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men?
K. John. Let them approach.-
[Exit Sheriff.
Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay

Conduct, administration,

Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON-
BRIDGE, and 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.

[heir?

K. John. Is th. the elder, and art thou the You came not or e mother then, it seems. Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king,

is well known; and, as I think, one father: 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.

Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother,

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 pounds a-year: Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my [younger born, K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

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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
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.

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 her's; 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

Eli. He hath a trick † 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? [parts, K.John. Mine eye hath well examined his And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrah,speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land? [father; Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my With that half face would he have all my land: 4 half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father lived, 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: The 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 truthis truth; large lengths of seas and shores Trace, outline.

Whether.

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, To dispossess that child which is not his?

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 Faui-
conbridge,

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence‡, 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 arose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-far-
things goes!

And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Would I night never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
I would not. sir Nob in any case.
Eli. I like ee 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 chance:

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.-
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. [way. Bast. Our country manners give our betters 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 bear'st: Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.

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Robert.

Dignity of appearance.

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Bust. Brother, by the mother's side, give
me your hand;

My father gave me honour, your's gave land:-
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.
Bust. Madam, by chance, but not by truth:
What though?

What b.ings you here to court so hastily? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother! where is he?

• Good evening. Idie reports.

That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Bas. 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, thon unre-
verend boy,
[Robert?
Sir Robert's son! Why scorn'st thou at sir
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.

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. [thy desire,

K.John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thon
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must
speed

For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to
For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [thee!
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.
A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a foot of land the worse.
Well, now I can make any Joan a lady :—
Good den*, sir Richard,—God-a-mercy, fel-That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine
low;-
What means this scern, thou most untoward
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
knave?
[lisco-like**:
For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basi-
'Tis too respective t, and too sociable,
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder.
For your conversiont. Now your traveller, But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land;
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechize Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
My picked man of countries:-My dear sir, Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother?
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon-
I shall beseech you-That is question now; bridge?
And then co:nes answer like an ABC-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
(Saving in dialogue of compliment; [would,
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was
thy father;

It draws towards 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 1, 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?
Enter Lady EAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES
GERNEY.

Ome! it is my mother:--How now,good lady?

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Bast, James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave
Gur. Good leave, good Philip. [awhile?
Bast.
Philip?-sparrow!-James,
There's toys abroad ¶; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit GURNEY.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upou 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 han ly-work:-Therefore,good mo
To whom am I beholden for these limbs? [ther,
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy bro
[honour?

ther too,

By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed:→→
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urged, past my defence.

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do 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 comm inding love,-
Against whose fury and unmatched force,
The aweless lion could not wage the fight, hand
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's
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 wel
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 may, it had been sin: Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeunt. My travelled fop. Cathisin. ** A character in an old Drama called Soliman and Perseda.

Respectable. Chauge of condition.

ACT II.

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 Attendants.

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. Arthur, that great forerunner 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. [death,

Arth. God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's 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-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,

And coops from other lands her islanders,
Eventill that England, hedged 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,
[strength,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him
To make a more requital to your love.

Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their swords

In such a just and charitable war.

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

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 unadvised 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.

Enter CHATILLON.

K. Phi. A wouder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, Our messenger Chatillon is arrived.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 staid, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
And Até §, stirring him to blood and strife:
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceased:
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 prepared. Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard, PEMBROKE, and Forces.

K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace permit

Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven!

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• Importunity.

+ Best stations to over-awe the town. The Goddess of Revenge.

Immediate, expeditious. Mischief. ¶ Undermined. ** Succession.

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
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'erm isterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great
commission, France,

Arth.

Good my mother, peace! I would that I were low laid in my grave;

To draw my answer from thy articles?

In any breast of strong authority,

To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy;
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.

K. Phi. From that supernalt judge, that I am not worth this coil ý that's made for me.
stirs good thoughts
Ei. His mother shames him so, poor boy,
he weeps.
[or no!
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's
shames,
[poor eyes,
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be
bribed

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; That thou may'st 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,
Than thou and John in manners; being as like,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so tiue begot;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots
thy father.
[would blot thee.
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that
Aust. Peace!
Bast.

Hear the crier.

Aust.

What the devil art thou? Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with

you,

An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the bare of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith. [right;
Blanch. Owell did he become that lion's robe,
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Bust. It lies as sightly on the back of him,
As great Alcides' shows upon an ass:-
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back,
Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs

England, and Ireland, Anjon,Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms?
K. John. My life as soon:-I do defy thee,
France.

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Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee mor
Than e'er the coward hand of France can win
Submit thee, boy.
Eli.

Come to thy grandam, child.
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child;
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.

To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven
and earth!
[and earth;
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven
Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
The dominations, royalties, and rights, [son,
Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's
Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Beldam, have done.
Const.
I have but this to say,-
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.

[will;

Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked
A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tem-
perate:

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 admit, Arthur's or John's.
Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the

walls.

1 Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the
walls?

K. Phi. 'iis France, for England,
h. John.
England, for itself,
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,-

Bustle.

† Austria wears a lion's skin.
To encourage.

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