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Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates,
King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolv’d,
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos’d.
Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you,
And stand securely on their battlements,
Enter an English Herald, with trumpets. At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths,
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down
The slinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
Even till unfenced desolation
Leave them as naked, as the vulgar air,
That done, disserer your united strengths,
And part your mingled colours once again!
Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Out of one side her happy minion:
To whom in favour she shall give the day,
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
K. John. Now,by the sky, that hangs above our leads,
I like it well. – France, shall we knit our powers,
Theri, after, fight, who shall be king of it?
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why, then defy each other, and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell!
K. Phi. Let it beso!-- Say, where will you assault ?
Into this city's bosom.
Aust. I from the north.
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south
Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth! That sways the earth, this climate overlooks,
[-Aside. Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,
I'll stir them to it!— Come, away, away!
And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league.
Perséver not, but hear me, mighty kings !
Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid !
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he findit purer, than in Blanch?
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he:
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Lefl to be finished by such a she;
Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, And she a fair divided excellence,
That hang'd,and drawn,and quarter'd, there should be, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
In such a love, so vile a lout as he. 0, two such silver currents, when they join,
Blunch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine.
If he see aught in you, that makes him like,
Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
I will enforce it easily to my love. To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match,
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
Than this, – that nothing do I see in yon,
judge) Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
That I can find should merit any hate.
Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do,
What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. That shakes the rotten carcase of old death
K.John. Speak then, prince Dauphin! can you
love Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
this lady? That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas, Lew. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love; Talks is as familiarly of roaring lions,
For I do love her most unfeignedly. As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs !
K.John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces, He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bonnce; With her to thee; and this addition more, He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his,
Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, But buffets better, than a fist of France :
Command thy son and daughter to join hands! Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, K. Phi. It likes us well:- young princes, close your Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
hands! Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match! Aust. And your lips too ! for, I am well assurd, Give with our niece a dowry large enough!
That I did so, when I was first assur'd. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,.
Letin that amity, which you have made! That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit.
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. I see a yielding in the looks of France;
Is not the lady Constance in this troop?. Mark, how they whisper! urge them, while their souls I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Are capable of this ambition:
Her presence would have interrupted much. Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows. Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness'tent. Cool and congeal again to what it was!
K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we have 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties
made, This friendly treaty of our threaten’d town? Will give her sadness very little cure. — K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for- Brother of England, how may we content ward first
This widow lady? In her right we came;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,
K. John. We will heal up all;
For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town And all that we upon this side the sea
We make him lord of. — Call the lady Constance! (Except this city now byus besieg’d,)
Some speedy messenger bid her repair Find liable to our crown and dignity,
To our solemnity! - I trus twe shall, Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich
If not fill up the measure of her will, In titles, honours, and promotions,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so, As she in beauty, education, blood,
That we shall stop her exclamation. Holds hand with any princess of the world.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp! face!
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.
The Citizens Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
retire from the walls. A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Bast. Mad world! mad kings ! mad composition ! The shadow of myself forni'd in her eye,
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
Whom zealand charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
With that same purpose-changer, thatsly devil,
[Whispers with Blanch. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word maid, - cheats the poor maid of that; Arth. I do beseech yoa, madam, be content!
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Of nature's gifts thou may’st with lilies boast,
She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee;
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France,
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to fortune, and king John,
That strumpet fortune, that usurping John. –
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear!
Sal. Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
Enter Constance, ARTHUR, and SalisbuRY. Let kings assemble! for my grief's so great,
[She throws herself on the ground. Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again!
Enter King Joux, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, EliIt cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so:
NOR, Bastard, Austria, and Attendants. (trust, I may not trust thee; forthy word
K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day,
Ever in France shall be kept festival.
To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
Shall never see it but a holyday.
Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! - (Rising.
That itin golden letters should be set,
Among the high tides, in the calendar?
This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd!
But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck,
No bargains break, that are not this day made!
K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit,
Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd, and tried,
Proves valueless: You are forsworn, forsworn:
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold in amity and painted peace,
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear ont the day in peace; but, ere sunset, | Thy hateful life!
That I have room with Rome to curse a while!
Good father cardinal, cry thon amen
There is no tongue, hath power to curse him right. That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse. coward;
Const. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here: Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law. But when her humorous ladyship is by
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy
hand! And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?
Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France repent,
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal ?
Or the light loss of England for a friend.
Forego the easier! And from pope Innocent the legate here,
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. Do, in his name, religiously demand,
Const. O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
here, So wilfully dost spurn? and, force perforce,
In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop
Blunch. The lady Constance speaks not from her Of Canterbury, from that holy see?
faith, This, in our’ioresaid holy father's name,
But from her need.
Const. 0, if thou grant my need,
That need must needs infer this principle:
That faith would live again by death of need. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Keep iny need up, and faith is trodden down.
Aust. Do so, king Philip! hang no more in doubt!
Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet
lout! Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
K. Phi. lam perplex’d, and know not, what to say. Without the assistance of a mortal hand.
Pand. What cau'st thou say, but will perplex thee So tell the pope; all reverence set apart,
more, To him, and his usurp'd authority!
If thou stand excommunicate, and curs’d?
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls Dreading the curse, that money may buy out, Married in league, coupled and link'd together And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
With all religious strength of sacred vows. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
The latest breath, that gave the sound of words, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself; Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led,
Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; And even before this trucc, but new before, Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose
No longer, than we well could wash our hands,
Pand. Then, by the lawful power, that I have,
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
The fearful difference of incensed kings. From his allegiance to an heretic;
And shall these hands, so lately parg?
of blood, And meritorious shall that hand be call’d,
So aewly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regret?
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; what motive may
Be stronger with thee, than the name of wife?
His honour. O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on,
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
K. Phi. Thou shalt not need. — England, I'll fall
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day,
They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thyself, Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive. And may not be performed by thyself;
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss,
Assured loss, before the match be play'd. Is not amiss, when it is truly done;
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life The truth is then most done not doing it.
dies. The better act of purposes mistook
K. John. Cousin, go, draw our puissance together!-Is, to mistake again; though indirect,
(Exit Bastard. Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
France, I am burn'd with inflaming wrath,
The blood, and dearest valued blood, of France. But thou hast sworn against religion;
K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou swear’st, turn And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire. Against an oath. The truth thou art unsure
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. To swear, swear only, not to be forsworn;
K. John. No more, than he that threats. —To arms Else, what a mockery should it be to swear?
(Exeunt. But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
SCENE II. — The same. Plains near Angiers. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,
Alarums, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with AuIs in thyself rebellion to thyself,
STRIA's head. And better conquest never canst thou make,
Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Some airy devil hovers in the sky, Against those giddy loose suggestions:
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, Upon which better part our prayers come in,
While Philip breathes. If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know,
Enter King John, Arthur, and HUBERT. The peril of our curses light on thee,
K. John. Hubert, keep this boy !--Philip, make up! So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
My mother is assailed in our tent, But, in despair, die under their black weight.
And ta'en, I fear. Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !
Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her. Bast. Will't not be?
Her highness is in safety, fear you not! Will not a calf*s-skin stop that mouth of thine ?
But on, my liege! for very little pains Lew. Father, to arms!
Will bring this labour to an happy end.
[E.reunt. Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
SCENE III. — The same. Against the blood, that thou hast married ?
Alarums; excursions ; retreat. Enter King Jons, What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? Shall braying trumpets, andloud churlish drums,
ELINOR, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?
K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind,
[To Elinor. O husband, hear me! - ah, alack, how new Is husband in my mouth! — even for that name,
So strongly guarded. - Cousin, look not sad !
[To Arthur Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Upon my kneel beg, go not to arms
Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will Against mine uncle!
As dear be to thee, as thy father was. Const. O, upon my knee,
Arth. O, this will makemy mother dic with grief. Made hard with kneeling, I do
K, John. Cousin, (To the Bastard.] away for Eugpray to thee,
land! haste before!
And, ere our coming, see thon shake the bags