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A will, that bars the title of thy fon.
Conft. Ay, who doubts that ? a will !
A woman's will, a cankred grandam's will.
K. Phil. 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 These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
[Trumpet founds. 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 subjectsK. Philip. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's sub
jects, Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle
K: John. For our advantage; therefore hear us first: These Aags of France, that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town, Have hither march'd to your endamagement. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; And ready mounted are they to spit 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 stones,. That as a waste do girdle you about, By the compulsion of their ordinance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had been dishabited, and wide havock made For bloody power to rush upon your peace. But on the light 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;
K. Philip. When I have said, make answer to us both;
And Italk in blood to our poffeffion?
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.
proves To him will we prove loyal; till that time, Have ramm'd
up our gates against the world.
Faulc. (Bastards, and else.)
Cit. Till you compound, whose right is worthiest,
K. John. Then God forgive the fin of all those fouls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, fall fleet, In dreadful tryal of our kingdom's King! K. Philip. Amen, Amen.- -Mount, chevaliers, to
K. John. Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth In best appointment all our regiments.
Faulc. Speed then to take th’advantage of the field.
K. Philip. It shall be fo; and at the other hill Command the reft to stand, God, and our right!
[Exeunt. 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 Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground : And many a widow's husband groveling lyes, 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 enter conquerors; and to proclaim Arthur of Bretagne, England's King, and yours.
Enter Englifh 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 filver-bright, Hither return all gilt in Frenchmens' blood. There stuck no plume in any English Crest, 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; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lufty English, all with purpled hands; Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes. Open your gates, and give the victors way.
Cit. Heralds, from off our tow'rs we might behold, From first to last, the Onset and Retire Of both your armies, whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured ; Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted
power. Both are alike, and both alike we like; 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 Say, shall the current of our Right run on ? Whose passage, vext with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell With course difturb'd ev'n thy confining shores ; Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean. Ř. Philip. England, thou hast not favod one drop of
Faulo. Ha! Majesty,—how high thy glory towers,
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?