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Together with that pale, that white-fac'd lhore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her.islanders ;
Ev'n till that England, hedg'd in with the maing-
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Ev'n till that outmost corner of the west,
Salute thee for her King. Till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Conf. O, take his mothers thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
To make a more requital to your love.
Aup. The peace of heay'n is theirs, who lift their
swords In such a juft and charitable war. K. Philip. Well then, to work; our engines shall be
Against the brows of this resisting town;
Call for our chiefeft 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 Frenchmens' blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Cont. Stay for an answer to your Embassie,
swords with blood.
My lord Chatilion 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 rahh hafte so indirectly shed.
K. Philip. A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy with
Our messenger Chatilion is arrived ;
What England says, fay briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee. Chatilion, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paultry fiege,
And fir 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 giv'n 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 ;
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife.
With her, her neice, the lady Blanch of Spain ;
With them a bastard of the King deceas'd,
And all th’unsettled humours of the land;
Rajh, inconfid’rate, 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,
| Todo offence and scathe in christendom.
The interruption of their churlih drums [Drums beat.
Cuts off more circumstance; they are at hand.
To parly, or to fight, therefore prepare.
K. Philip. How much unlook'd for is this expedition!
Aufl. 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 prepard.
Enter King of England, Faulconbridge, Elinor, Blanch,
Pembroke, and others.
K. John. Peace be to France, if France in peace permit
Our juft and lineal entrance to our own:
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heav'n.
Whilst we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heav'n,
K. Philip. Peace be to England, if that war return
From France to England, there to live in peace ?
England we love; and for that England's sake
With burthen of our armour here we sweat;
This toil of ours should be a work of thine,
But thou from loving England art fo far,
That thou haft under-wrought its lawful King;
Cut off the sequence of pofterity;
Out-faced infant state ; and done a rape
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 dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as large a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his fon; 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 own the crown that thou o'er-mastereft? -
K. John. From whom haft thou this great commiflion,
To draw my answer to thy articles ?
K. Philip. From that supernal judge, that stirs good
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. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Philip. Excuse it, 'tis to beat usurping down.
Eli. Who is't, that thou doft call usurper, France ?
Conf. Let me make answer: thy ufurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be King,
That thou may'st be a Queen, and check the world !
Conft. 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 true-begot ; It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
Conft. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
Fauls. Hear the crier,
Auft. What the devil art thou ?
Faulc. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you,
An a' may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valour plucks dead Lions by the beard;
I'll smoak your skin-coat, an I catch you right;
Sirrah, look to't ; i'faith, I will, i'faith.
Blanch. O, well did he become that Lion's robe,
That did difrobe the Lion of that robe.
Faulc. It lyes as fightly on the back of him, (6)
As great Alcides' shews upon an ass ;
But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back,
Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack.
Auft. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
King Philip, determine what we shall do strait.
K. Philip. Women and fools, break off your conference.
King John, this is the very sum of all;
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur I do claim of thee :
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ?
(6) It lyes as fightly on the Back of him,
As great Alcides' Shoes upon an Afs.] But why his Shoes, in the Name of Propriety? For let Hercules and his Shoes have been really as big as they were ever suppos'd
hey (I mean, the Shoes) would not have been an Overload for an Ass. I am persuaded, I have retriev'd the true Reading; and let us observe the Juftness of the Comparison now. Faulconbridge in his Resentment would say this to Austria, " That “ Lion's Skin, which my great Father King Richard.once wore; “ looks as uncouthly on thy Back; as that other noble Hide, " which was borne by Hercules, would look on the Back of an " Ass.” A double Allusion was intended; first, to the Fable of the Ass in the Lion's Skin : then Richard I. is finely set in Competition with Alcides; as Auftria is satirically coupled with the Als.
K. John. My life as soon.--I do defie thee, France: Arthur of Britain, yield thee to my hand; And out of my dear love I'll give thee more, Than e'er the coward-hand of France can win. Submit thee, boy.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.
Conft. 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.
Arth. Good my mother, peace;
I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil, that's made for me.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.
Conft. Now shame upon you, whe're she does or not His grandam's wrong, and not his mother's shames, Draws those heav'n-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heav'n shall take in nature of a fee : Ay, with these crystal beads heav'n shall be brib'd To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heav'n and earth!
Conf. Thou monstrous injurer of heav'n and earth,
Call me not slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
The domination, royalties and rights
Of this oppressed boy; this is thy eldest fon's son,
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 fin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Conft. I have but this to say,
That he is not only plagued for her fin,
But God hath made her sin 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 for her, a plague upon her!
Eli, Thou unadvis à fcold, I can produce