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Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ; Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home, Son to the elder brother of this man,

At your den, sirrah, [To Austria] with your And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys :

For this down-trodden equity, we tread I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,
In warlike march these greens before your town; And make a monster of you.
Being no further enemy to you,

Aust. Peace; no more.
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,

Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. In the relief of this oppressed child,

K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll Religiously provokes. Be pleased, then,

set forth, To pay that duty, which you truly owe, In best appointment, all our regiments. To him that owes it; namely, this young prince: Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis] and at Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up ;

the other hill Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,

SCENE II.-The same. With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, We will bear home that lusty blood again, Alarums and excursions ; then a retreat. Enter Which here we came to spout against your town, a French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,

F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide

your "Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls

gates, Can hide you from our messengers of war ;

And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Though all these English, and their discipline, Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. Much work for tears in many an English mother, Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord, Whose sons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground: In that behalf, which we have challenged it? Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; And stalk in blood to our possession?

And victory, with little loss, doth play 1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's Upon the dancing banners of the French; subjects;

Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, For him, and in his right, we hold this town, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours, i Cit. That can we not: but he, that proves Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.

the king, To him will we prove loyal; till that time, E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. K. John. Doth not the crown of England King John, your king and England's, doth approve the king,

proach, And, if not that, I bring you witnesses, Commander of this hot malicious day! Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England’s Their armours, that march'd hence so silverbreed,

bright, Bast. Bastards, and else.

Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; K. John. To verify our title with their lives. There stuck no plume in any English crest, K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as That is removed by a staff of France; those,

Our colours do return in those same hands, Bast. Some bastards too.

That did display them when we first march'd K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.

And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come 1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, worthiest,

Died in the dying slaughter of their foes : We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. · pen your gates, and give the victors way. K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might souls,

behold, That to their everlasting residence,

From first to last, the onset and retire Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, Of both your armies ; whose equality In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king

By our best eyes cannot be censured: K. Phi. Amen, Amen !—Mount, caliers ! Blood hath bought blood, and blows have anto arms!

swer'd blows; Bast. St George,—that swing’d the drago.7, Strength match'd with strength, and power cons and e'er since,

fronted power : Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, Both are alike ; and both alike we like.

me in.

your bells ;


One must prove greatest : while they weigh so Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: even,

By east and west let France and England mount We hold our town for neither ; yet for both. Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;

Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawld Enter, at one side, King John, with his power ; down

ELINOR, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city : other, King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and I'd play incessantly upon these jades, forces.

Even till unfenced desolation K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. cast away?

That done, dissever your united strengths, Say, shall the current of our right run on? And part your mingled colours once again ; Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, Turn face to face, and bloody point to point: Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; | Out of one side her happy minion; Unless thou let his silver water keep

To whom in favour she shall give the day, A peaceful progress to the ocean.

And kiss him with a glorious victory. K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop How like you this wild counsel, mighty states? of blood,

Smacks it not something of the policy? In this hot trial, more than we of France; K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear,

our heads, That sways the earth this climate overlooks,- I like it well ;— France, shall we knit our powers, Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, And lay this Angiers even with the ground; We'll put thee down 'gainst whom these arms Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? we bear,

Bast. And if thou hast the mettle of a king,Or add a royal number to the dead !

Being wrong’d, as we are, by this peevish town, Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. As we will ours, against these saucy walls :

Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, And when that we have dash'd them to the When the rich blood of kings is set on fire !

ground, O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, K. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you In undetermin'd differences of kings.

assault? Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? K. John. We from the west will send deCry havock, kings ! 'back to the stained field,

struction · You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits ! Into this city's bosom. Then let confusion of one part confirm

Aust. I from the north. The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and K. Phi. Our thunder from the south, death!

Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet Bast. O prudent discipline ! From north to

admit? K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England ; who's Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: your king?

[Aside. 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know I'll stir them to it :-Come, away, away ? the king.

i Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up

to stay, his right.

And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league ; K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Win you this city without stroke, or wound; And bear possession of our person here ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. That here come sacrifices for the field :

I Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. And, till it be undoubted, we do lock

K. John. Speak on, with favour ; we are bent Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates :

to hear. King'd of our fears ; until our fears, resolv'd, 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Be by some certain king purg'd and depos’d.

Blanch, Bást. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers Is near to England ; Look upon the years flout you, kings;

Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid: And stand securely on their battlements, If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? At your industrious scenes and acts of death. If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Your royal presences be rul’d by me;

Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,

If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?





Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, And all that we upon this side the sea
Is the young Dauphin every way complete : (Except this city now by us besieg'd,)
If not complete, O say, he is not she:

Find liable to our crown and dignity,
And she again wants nothing, to name want, Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich
If want it be not, that she is not he:

In titles, honours, and promotions, He is the half part of a blessed man,

As she in beauty, education, blood, Left to be finished by such a she;

Holds hand with any princess of the world. And she a fair divided excellence,

K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.

lady's face. 0, two such silver currents, when they join, Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find Do glorify the banks, that bound them in : A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, And twosuch shores to two such streams made one, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye; Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, Which, being but the shadow of your son, To these two princes, if you marry them. Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow: This union shall do more than battery can, I do protest, I never lov'd myself, To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match, Till now infixed I beheld myself, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,

[Whispers with Blanch. And give you entrance; but, without this match, Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! More free from motion ; no, not death himself And quarter'd in her heart—he doth espy In mortal fury half so peremptory,

Himself love's traitor : This is pity now, As we to keep this city.

That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there Bast. Here's a stay,

should be, That shakes the rotten carcase of old death In such a love, so vile a lout as he. Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth, indeed, Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, mine : and seas;

If he see aught in you, that makes him like, Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,

That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! I can with ease translate it to my will; What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ? Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,) He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and I will enforce it easily to my love. bounce;

Further I will not flatter you, my lord, He gives the bastinado with his tongue ; That all I see in you is worthy love, Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his, Than this,-that nothing do I see in you, But buffets better than a fist of France : (Though churlish thoughts themselves should Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, be your judge,) Since I first call’d my brother's father, dad. That I can find should merit any hate. Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this K. John. What say these young ones? What match;

say you, my niece ? Give with our niece a dowry large enough: Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe

you love this lady? The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit. Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love ; I see a yielding in the looks of France ;

For I do love her most unfeignedly. Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Tous souls

raine, Maine, Are capable of this ambition :

Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces, Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath With her to thee; and this addition more, Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,

Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties Command thy son and daughter to join hands. This friendly' treaty of our threaten’d town? K.Phi. It likes us well:--Young princes, close K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been your

hands. forward first

Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, To speak unto this city: What say you ? That I did so, when I was first assur’d. K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy K; Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your princely son,

gates, Can in this book of beauty read, I love, Let in that amity, which you have made ; Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.VOL. I.

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maids ;

Is not the lady Constance in this troop ?- That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;
I know, she is not ; for this match, made up, That daily break-vow; he, that wins of all,
Her presence would have interrupted much: Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men,
Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high- Who having no external thing to lose
ness' tent.

But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that

that ; we have made,

That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commoWill give her sadness very little cure.

Brother of England, how may we content Commodity, the bias of the world;
This widow lady? In her right we came; The world, who of itself is peised well,
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, Made to run even, upon even ground;
To our own vantage.

Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, K. John. We will heal up all,

This sway of motion, this commodity, For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, Makes it take head from all indifferency, And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town From all direction, purpose, course, intent: We make him lord of.–Call the lady Constance; And this same bias, this commodity, Some speedy messenger bid her repair

This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, To our solemnity :-1 trust we shall,

Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, If not fill up the measure of her will,

Hath drawn him from his own determin'a aid, Yet in some measure satisfy her so,

From a resolv'd and honourable war, That we shall stop her exclamation.

To a most base and vile-concluded peace.Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,

And why rail I on this commodity? To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.

But for because he hath not woo'd me yet : [Exeunt all but the Bastard.-The Citizens Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, retire from the walls.

When his fair angels would salute my palm: Bast. Mad world ! mad kings ! mad compo- But for my hand, as unattempted yet, sition !

Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Hath willingly departed with a part:

And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; And France, (whose armour conscience buckled And being rich, my virtue then shall be, on ;

To say,--there is no vice, but beggary: Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, Since kings break faith upon commodity, As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! With that same purpose-charger, that sly devil;


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A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; SCENE I.-The same. The French King's A woman, naturally born to fears; tent.

And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,

With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, Enter ConstanCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. But they will quake and tremble all this day. Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? peace!

Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be What means that hand upon that breast of thine? friends!

Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Shall Lewis have Blanch! and Blanch those Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? provinces ?

Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard ; Then speak again ; not all thy former tale, Be well advis’d, tell o'er thy tale again : But this one word, whether thy tale be true. It cannot be ; thou dost but say,

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, I trust, I

may not trust thee ; for thy word That give you cause to prove my saying true. Is but the vain breath of a common man:

Const. 0, if thou teach me to believe this Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;

sorrow, I have a king's oath to the contrary.

Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, And let belief and life encounter so, For I am sick, and capable of fears;

As doth the fury of two desperate men, Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore fullof fears ; / Which, in the very meeting, fall and die.

'tis so:

Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art | That it in golden letters should be set, thou ?

Among the high tides, in the kalendar? France friend with England ! what becomes of Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; me?

This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight; Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day,

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross's : But spoke the harm, that is by others done? But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck;

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, No bargains break, that are not this day made : As it makes harmful all that speak of it. This day, all things begun come to ill end;

Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause grim,

To curse the fair proceedings of this day: Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains, Const. You have beguild me with a counLame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,

terfeit, Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Resembling majesty ; which, being touch'd, and I would not care, I then would be content;

tried, For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn: Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, But thou art fair ; and at thy birth, dear boy, But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great : The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And with the half-blown rose : but fortune! Ó, And our oppression hath made up this league :She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjurid She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; kings! And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens ! To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, Let not the hours of this ungodly day And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings ! That strumpet fortune, that usurping John :- Hear me, 0, hear me ! Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ? Aust. Lady Constance, peace. Envenom him with words; or get thee gone, Const. War! war! no peace ! peace is to me And leave those woes alone, which I alone Am bound to under-bear.

O Lymoges ! 0 Austria ! thou dost shame Sal. Pardon me, madam,

That bloody spoil : Thou slave, thou wretch, I may not go without you to the kings.

thou coward ; Const. Thou may’st, thou shalt, I will not go Thou little valiant, great in villainy! with thee :

Thou ever strong upon

the stronger side! I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. But when her humorous ladyship is, by To me, and to the state of my great grief, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Let kings assemble ; for my grief's so great, And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou, That no supporter but the huge firm earth A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit ; Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? [She throws herself on the ground. Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend

Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Enter King John, King PHILIP, Lewis, And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?

BLANCH, ELINOR, Bastard, AUSTRIA, and Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, Attendants.

And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this Aust. O, that a man should speak these words blessed day,

to me! Ever in France shall be kept festival :

Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant To solemnize this day, the glorious sun

limbs. Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist ; Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, Bust. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:

limbs. The yearly course, that brings this day about, K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget Shall never see it but a holyday.

thyself. Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday!


Enter PANDULPH. What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done ; K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope.

a war.

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