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And so his knell is knollid.
and make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Henceforth be earls; the first, that ever Scotland And that I'll spend for him.
In such an honour nam'd! What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
Re-enter MacDU} P, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Producing forth the cruel ministers
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place. Hail, king of Scotland !
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, All. King of Scotland, hail !
(Flourish. Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone! Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,
(Flourish. Exeunt. Before we reckon with your several loves,
Person of the Drama. King Joan.
| Philip, king of France. Prince Henry, his son; afterwards king Henry III. Lewis, the dauphin. ARTHUR, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, lute duke Archduke of Austria.
of Bretagne, che elder brother of King John. Cardinal PanduLPA, the Pope's legate. William MARESHALL, earl of Peinbroke.
Merun, a French lord. Gerrrey Fitz-PETER, earl of Essex, chief justiciary Chatillon, ambassador from France to king John. of England.
Elixor, the widow of king Henry II. and mother of William Loxosword, earl of Salisbury.
Constance, mother lo Arthur.
Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and Ro-
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff
, Heralds, JAMES GURNEY, servant to lady Paulconbridge. PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Alten
А ст 1.
K.John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, SCENE I.— Northampton. A Room of state in the Controlment for controlment. So answer France.
palace. Enter King John, Queen Elixor, Pembroke, Esses, The furthest limit of my embassy!
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, SALISBURY, and others, with Chatillos.
K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace! K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; with us?
For ere thou canst report, I will be there, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard. In my behaviour, to the majesty,
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay!--
(Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
This might have been prevented and made whole
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K.John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me. (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
In sooth, he might: then, if he were brother's,
My mother's son did get your father's heir ;
To dispossess that child, which is not his?
Bast. Of no more force to dinosses me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
Ani, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'World I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
liquid not be sir Nobin any case.
Bequeath thylant to it, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you myland, I'll take my
chance: 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our belters way.
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.
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet!
Bust. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so!
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: wh
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 haveis have, however men do catch: my father and my mother lay,
Near or far off, well won is still well shiot:
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Bast. Brother, adieu! Good fortune come to thee! Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father! (Exeunt all but the Bastard. Some proper man, I hope! Who was it, mother? A foot of honour better than I was;
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? But many a many foot of land the worse.
Bust. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.
Lady F.King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father;
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. He and his tooth-pick at my worship’s mess;
Bast. Now, hy this light, were I to get again, And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Madam, I would not wish a better father. Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, My picked man of countries : -- My dear sir,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, I shall beseech you -- That is question now;
Subjected tribute to commanding love, And then comes answer like an ABC-book:
Agaiust whose fury and unmatched force ( sir, says answer, at your best command;
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Norkeep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. It draws toward supperin conclusion so.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; But this is worshipful society,
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin.
Who says, it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. France. Before the walls of Angiers. But from the inward motion to deliver
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria; and forSweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: ces; on the other, Philip, king of France, and forWhich, though I will not practise to deceive,
ces; Lewis, Constance, Alther, and Attendants. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria !-
Enter Lady FauLCONBRIDGE and James Gurser. And, for amends to his posterity,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke!
Aust. Upon thy cheek lays this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
That to my home I will no more return,
[Exit Gurney. Till Angiers, and the right, thou hast in France, Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son.
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the oceau's roaring tides,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Than Did nc
To do Theini
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Getirey's. In the name of God,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown, that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great commis-
K. Phi. érom that supernal judge, that stirs good
To look into the blots and stains of right.
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France?
Const. Let me make answer: thy usurping son.
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so true begat;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
Eli. There's a good mother,boy,that blots thy father.
Bast. Hear the crier!
You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith!
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,
As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass: —
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight.
King John, this is the very sum ofall,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
? Whiles we, God's whrathful agent, do correct K. John. My life as soon:
n:- I do defy thee, France.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child !
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child :
Cive grandam kingdom, and it' graudam 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.
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no!
Mach Whos Mante Coldly And vi Upont
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Son to the elder brother of this man,
For this down-troddeu equity, we tread
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Being no further enemy to you,
In the relief of this oppressed child,
To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
To him that owes it, namely, this young prince! The canon of thelaw is laid on him,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Being but the second generation
Savein aspect, have all offence seald up; Removed from thy siv-conceiving womb.
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent K. John. Bedlam, have done !
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Const. I have but this to say,
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,
With unhack'd swords, and helinets all unbruisid,
Whick here we came to spout against your town,
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Her injury,-- the beastle to her sin;
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, All punish'd in the person of this child,
'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls And all for her; a plague upon her!
Can hide you from our messengers of war; Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
Though all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
In that behalf, which we kave challenged it?
And stalk in blood to our possession?
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subject's ; Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
1 Cit. That can we not: but he, that proves the king,
K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove
tho K.John. England, foritself:
K.Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed, -
Bast. Bastards, and else.
K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods, as these, These flags of France, that are advanced here
Bast. Some bastards too. Refore the eye and prospect of your town,
K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. Have hither march'd to your endamagement: 1 Cit. Till you compound, whose right is worthiest, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both, And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
K.John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
That to their everlasting residence, All preparation for a bloody siege,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall Acet,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !
since, By the compulsion of their ordnance
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Teach us some fence! - Sirrah, were I at home Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
At your den, sirrah, (To Austria.) with your lioness, For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,
And make a monster of you.
Aust. Peace; no more!
K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis and at the other
hill To make a faithless errorin your ears:
Command the rest to stand !— God, and our right! Which trust accordingly, kind eitizens,
SCENE II. –The same.
French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made