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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,
Siw. He's worth no more;

Which would be planted newly with the time,
They say, he parted well, and paid his score: As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
So, God be with him! - Here comes newer comfort. That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,

Re-enter MacDU} P, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Producing forth the cruel ministers
Macd.Hail,kiog! for so thon art.Behold, where stands of this dead batcher, and his fiend-like queen;
The usurper's cursed head. The time is free: Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Took off her life; this, and what needful else,
That speak my salutation in their minds;

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:

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,

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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.

king John.
ROBERT Bigot, earlof
Norfolk.

Constance, mother lo Arthur.
HUBERT DE Burgh, chamberlain to the king. Blaxch, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and
Robert FAULCONERidge, son of Sir Robert Faulcon niece to king John.
bridge.

Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and Ro-
Philip FauLCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son bert Faulconbridge.
to king Richard the first.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff

, Heralds, JAMES GURNEY, servant to lady Paulconbridge. PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Alten

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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,
The borrow'd majesty of Eugland here.

And sullen presage of your own decay!--
Eli. A strange beginning! — borrow'd majesty! An honourable conduct let him have:-
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy! Pembroke, look to't! Farewell, Chatillon!
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf

(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,
To this fair island, and the territories;

Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Upon the right and party of her son?
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

This might have been prevented and made whole
Which sways usurpingly these several titles, With very easy arguments oflove,
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,

Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud contronl of fierce and bloody war, Eli. Your strong possession much more than your

K.John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld.

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Or else it must go wrong with you, and me. (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
So much my conscience whispers in your ear; When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Which norte but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis- His lands to me, and took it, on his death,

That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Avd, if he were, he came into the world
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,

Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men ?

Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
K. John. Let them approach ! (Exit Sheriff My father's land, as was my father's will !
Our abbies and our priories shall pay

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert TAULCONBridge, and your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
Philip, his bastard brother.

And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
This expedition's charge. – What men are you? Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands,

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son, Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;

Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand

In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.

This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
K. John. What artthou?

In sooth, he might: then, if he were brother's,
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. My brother might not claim him ; nor your father,
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes, -
You came not of one mother then, it seems..

My mother's son did get your father's heir ;
Bust. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Your father's heir must have your father's land,
That is well known; and, as I think, one father : Rob. Shallthen my father's will be of no force,
But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

To dispossess that child, which is not his?
I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;

Bast. Of no more force to dinosses me, sir,
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy Eli. Whether badst thou rather: be a l'aulcon-

mother,
And wound her honour with this diffidence.

And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Bust. ), madam? no, I have no reason for it; Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?
The which if he can prove, ’a pops me out

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
At least from fair five hundred pounds a-year. And I had his, sir Robert his, like him:
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! And if my legs were two surh riding-rods,
K.John. A good bluntfellow!- Why, being youn- My arms such eel-skins stuifd, my face so thin,
gerborn,

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Doth he lay claim to thine ivheritance ?

Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:

Ani, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
But whe'rl be as true begot, or no,

'World I might never stir from off this place,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;

I'd give it every foot to have this face;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,

liquid not be sir Nobin any case.
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) ili. I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy foriune,
apare our faces, and be judge yourself!

Bequeath thylant to it, and follow me?
If old sir Pobert did begerns Loth,

I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
And were our father, and this son like him-

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;
I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

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your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.
K.John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us Madam, I'll follow you unlothe death.
here!

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,

Bast. Our country manners give our belters way.
The accent of his tongue affecteth him.

K. John. What is thy name?
Do you not read some tokens of my son

Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
In the large composition of this man?

Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, K. John. From henceforth bear his name, whose form
And finds them perfect Richard. — Sirrahı, speak,

thou bear'st!
What doth move you to claim your brother’sland? Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great;

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet!
With that half-face would he have all my land:

Bust. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your
A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!

hand;
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father livd, My father gave me honour, yours gave land ;-
Your brother did employ my father much.

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; When I was got, sir Robert was away!
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
Rob. And once dispatch'd him in au embassy

I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so!
To Germany, there, with the emperor,

Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: wh
To treat of high affairs touching that time.

though?
The advantage of his absence took the king,

Something about, a little from the right,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak.

Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
Ens truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores

And haveis have, however men do catch: my father and my mother lay,

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What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
K.John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire, Bust. Knight,knight, good mother! - Basilisco-like:
A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire. — What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder.
Come, madam, and come, Richard ! we must speed But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
For France, for France; for it is more than need. I have diselaim'd sir Robert, and my land;

Bast. Brother, adieu! Good fortune come to thee! Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
For thou wast got i'the way of honesty :

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.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:

Lady F.King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father;
Good den, sir Richard, God-a-mercy, fellow ; - By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
And if his name be George, I'll call himn Peter: To make room for him in my husband's bed :-
For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! -
'Tis to respective, and too sociable,

Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
For your conversion. Now your traveller

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,
At your employment ; at your service, sir :-

Norkeep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours: He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
And so, ere answer knows, what question would, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;

With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,

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.
For he is but a bastard to the time,

Who says, it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. (Exeunt.
That doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
And not alone in habit and device,

ACT II.
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,

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 !-
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. - Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Pichard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
What woman-post is this ? hau she no husband, And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her? By this brare duke came early to his grave:

Enter Lady FauLCONBRIDGE and James Gurser. And, for amends to his posterity,
O me! it is my mother. - How now, good lady? At our importance hither is he come,
What brings you here to court so hastily?

To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? where and to rebuke the usurpation
is he?

Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither!

Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?

The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
Sir Robert's son. Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? But with a heart full of unstained love.
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.

Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke!
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip!

Aust. Upon thy cheek lays this zealous kiss,
Bast. Philip? — sparrow! - James,

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,
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me

Whose foot spurns back the oceau's roaring tides,
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: And coops from otherlands her islanders,
Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!) Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;

That water-walled bulwark, still secure
Weknow his handy-work. — Therefore, good mother, And confident from foreign purposes,
To whom am I beholden for these limbs?

Even till that utmost corner of the west
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

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To make a more requital, to your love !

Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
Aust, The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their That Geffrey was thy elder brother boru,
swords

And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
In such a jnst and charitable war.

And this is Getirey's. In the name of God,
K. Phi. Well then, to work! Our cannon shall be bent 'How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
Against the brows of this resisting town.

When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

Which owe the crown, that thou o'ermasterest?
To cull the plots of best allvantages !

K. John. From whom hast thou this great commis-
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,

sion, France,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, To draw my answer from thy articles ?
But we will make it subject to this boy.

K. Phi. érom that supernal judge, that stirs good
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

thoughts
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood ! In any breast of strong authority,
My lord Chatillon may from England bring

To look into the blots and stains of right.
That right in peace, which here we urge in war; That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:
And then we shall repent cach drop of blood, Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong,
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
Enter CHATILLON.

K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!- lo, upon thy wish, K. Phi. Excuse! it is to beat usurping down.
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd. -

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France?
What Eugland says, say briefly, gentle lord,

Const. Let me make answer: thy usurping son.
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak! Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king;
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, That thou may’st be a queen, and check the world!
And stir them up against a mightier task!

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
England, impatient of your just demands,

As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time Than thou and John in manners; beir gas like,
Toland his legions all as soon, as 1 :

As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
His marches are expedient to this town,

My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.

His father never was so true begat;
With him along is come the mother-queen,

It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
As Até, stirring him to blood and strifo;

Eli. There's a good mother,boy,that blots thy father.
With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot
With them a bastard of the king deceas d:

thee.
And all the unsettled humours of the land,

Aust. Peace!
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

Bast. Hear the crier!
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, - Aust. Wnat the devilari thou ?
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bust. One, that will play the devil, sir, with you,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard.
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right;
Did never float upon the swelling tide,

Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith!
To do offence and scath in Christendom.

Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,
The interruption of their churlisli drums[Drums beat. That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
Cuts off more circumstance: th y are at hand, Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare!

As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass: —
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition! But, ass, I'll ticke that wurden from your back,
Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much Orlay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
We must awake endeavour for defence;

Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
For courage morateth with occasion:

With this abundance of superfluous breath?
Let them be welcome them, we are prepar'd.

K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight.
Enter King Joun, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, Pen Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference!

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King John, this is the very sum ofall,
K.John.Peace be to France; if France in peace permit England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!

In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
If not: bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms

? Whiles we, God's whrathful agent, do correct K. John. My life as soon:

n:- I do defy thee, France.
Their proud contempt, that beat his peace to heaven. Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand :
K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more,
From France to England, there to live in peace ! Than e'er the coward hand of France can win.
England we love; and, for that England's s.ke, Submit thee, boy!
With burden of our armour here weswcat:

Eli. Come to thy grandam, child !
This toil of ours should be a work of thine;

Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child :
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,

Cive grandam kingdom, and it' graudam will
Cut of the sequence of posterity,

Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape

There's a good grandam.
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

Arth. Good my mother, peace!

I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ! -

I am not worth this coil, that's made for me.
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:

Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.
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His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, of hinı it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;

Son to the elder brother of this man,
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys.
To do him justice, and revenge on you.

For this down-troddeu equity, we tread
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! In warlike march these greens before your town;

Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Being no further enemy to you,
Call not me slanderer! thou, and thine, usurp Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
The dominations, royalties, and rights

In the relief of this oppressed child,
of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest son's son, Religiously provokes. Be pleased, then,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

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,
That he's not only plagued for her sin,

With unhack'd swords, and helinets all unbruisid,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague We will bear home that lusty blood again,
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,

Whick here we came to spout against your town,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury

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,
A will, thatbars the title of thy son.

Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,
A woman's will; canker'd grandam's will!

In that behalf, which we kave challenged it?
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate! Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
It ill bescems this presence, to

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To these ill-tuned repetitions.-

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.
These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, K.John. Acknowledge then the king, and let mein!
Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's !

1 Cit. That can we not: but he, that proves the king,
Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. To him will we prove loyal; till that time,
1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls? llave we ramm’d up our gates against the world.
K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.

K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove

tho K.John. England, foritself:

king?
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, - And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

K.Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed, -
Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle.

Bast. Bastards, and else.
K. John. For our advantage. Therefore hear us K, John. To verify our title with their lives.
first!

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,
And merciless proceeding by these French,

In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !
Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates ; K. Phi. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers ! to arma!
And, but for our approach, these sleeping stones, Bast. St George,-that swing'd the dragon, and c'er
That as a waist do girdle you about,

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.
Whe painfully, with much expedient march,

Aust. Peace; no more!
Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Bast. O, tremble! for you hear the lion roar.
To save anscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,- K.John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set forth,
Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle: In best appointment, all our regiments.
Aud now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field!
To make a shaking fever in your walls,

K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis and at the other
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,

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.
And let usin, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Alurums and exeursions; then a retreat. Enter a
l'orwearied in this action ofswift speed,

French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
Cravé harbourage within your city walls.

F. Her. You men of Angiers, open

wide
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both! And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection

Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made

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your gates,

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