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Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words,
Since I first call'd, my brother's father, dad.

Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;
Give with our niece a dowry large enough :
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France;
Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their souls
Are capable of this ambition :
Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

i Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for

ward first To speak unto this city: What say you ?

K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely

son,

Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
And all that we upon this side the sea
(Except this city now by us besieg'd)
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any princess of the world.
K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's

face,

Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow:
I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
Till now infixed I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flattering table' of her eye.

[IV hispers with BLANCH. Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!

Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!And quarter'd in her heart !-he doth espy

Himself love's traitor : This is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should

be, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine: If he see aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,) I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this,—that nothing do I see in you, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your

judge,) That I can find should merit

any

hate. K. John. What

say
these

young ones? What say you, my niece? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do

will;

1 Picture,

What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.
K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you

love this lady?
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;
For I do love her most unfeignedly.
K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine,

Maine,
Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.-
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
K. Phi. It likes us well;-Young princes, close

your

hands. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did so, when I was first assur’d.2

K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
Let in that amity which you

have made;
For at saint Mary's chapel, presently,
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.-
Is not the lady Constance in this troop?
I know, she is not; for this match, made up,
Her presence would have interrupted much :-
Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness'

tent.
K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we

have made, Will give her sadness very

little Brother of England, how may we content This widow lady? In her right we came;

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cure.

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Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,
To our own vantage.4
K. John.

We will heal

up

all For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town We make him lord of.-Call the lady Constance; Some speedy messenger bid ber repair To our solemnity :- I trust we shall, If not fill up the measure of her will, Yet in some measure satisfy her so, That we shall stop her exclamation. Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp,

[Exeunt all but the Bastard.—The Citizens

retire from the walls. Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part: And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on; Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, As God's own soldier,) rounded 5 in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith ; That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids; Who having no external thing to lose But the word maid, - cheats the poor maid of that ; That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity, Commodity, the bias of the world; The world, who of itself is peised 7 well,

6 Interest.

4 Advantage. 's Conspired.

7 Poised, balanced.

Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.-
And why rail I on this commodity ?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch 8 my hand,
When his fair angels 9 would salute my palm :
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say,-there is no sin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say,—there is no vice, but beggary:
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! [Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I. The same.

The French King's Tent.

Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.

Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends!

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