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WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BÚRGH, chamberlain to the King.
Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother.
JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
PETER OF POMFRET, a prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
MELUN, a French lord.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France.
Elinor, widow of King Henry II., and mother to King John.
CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece to King John.
LADY FAULCOXBRIDGE, mother to Robert and Philip Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers,

Messengers, and Attendants.

SCENE,--Sometimes in ENGLAND, and sometimes in FRANCE.


SCENE 1.—Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.

Enter King Joix, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, Essex, SALISBURY,

and others, with CHATILLON. K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France,
In my behavior, to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning ;---borrow'd majesty !
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Jeffrey'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, Controlment for controlment : so answer France.

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
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 honorable conduct let him have:
Pembroke, look to't.-Farewell, Chatillon.

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?
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.

Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Essex,

Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy,
Come from the country to be judg'd 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
This expedition's charge.-
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and Philir, his


What men are you?
Faul. Your faithful subject I; a gentleman
Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A soldier, by the honor-giving hand
Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.

K. John. What art thou ?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir
You came not of one mother, then, it seems.

Faul. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, —
That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
Of that I doubt.

Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother, And wound her honor with this diffidence.

Faul. ), 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 pound a-year :
Heaven guard my mother's honor, and my land !

K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

Faul. I know not why, except to get the land.
If Sir Robert were our father, and this son like him,
0, old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!

Eli. He hath a trick of Ceur-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?

K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard.--Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land ?

Faul. Because he hath a half-face, like my father,
With that half-face would he have all my land:
A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a-year !

Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd,
Your brother did employ my father much,
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 truth is truth:
My father on his death-bed by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
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;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Eli. (To FAULOONBRIDGE.) Whether hadst thou rather be a

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,
Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?

Faul. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him;
And if my limbs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff’d; my face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,

Lest men should say, “Look, where three-farthings goes!"
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, --
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
I would not be Sir Nob in any case.

Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.

Faul. 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.
Faul. Our country manners give our betters way.
K. John. What is thy name?

Faul. 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

bearest: Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great,Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.

Faul. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your hand:
My father gave me honour, your's gave land.-

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.

Faul. Madam, by chance, but not by truth.

K. John. Go, Faulconbridge : now hast thou thy desire;
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.
Faul. Bother, adieu : good fortune come to thee!

[Exeunt all except FAULCONBRIDGE. A foot of honor better than I was; But many a foot of land the worse. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady: “Good den, Sir Richard : " “God-a-mercy, fellow;": And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new-made honor doth forget men's names,'Tis too respective, and too sociable, For your conversion. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.

[Erit. 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.
Ler. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.-
Arthur, that great fore-runner 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 colors, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. Heaven shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
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.

Leu. 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-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg’d 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,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
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,

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