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SCENE I.-England. The Palace.-Flourish of
Drums and Trumpets.
SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, HUBERT, CHATILLON,
France with us?
Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty !
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Cha. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, Controlment for controlment : so answer France.
Cha. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy.
K. John. Bear mine to him; and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For, ere thou can'st report I will be there, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard ; So, hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And sullen presage of your own decay.An honourable conduct let him have; Hubert, look to't :-Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHATILLON, HUBERT, and the
French Gentlemen, L.
have I not ever said,
Enter ENGLISH HERALD, L., who whispers Essex.
Ess. My liege, here is the strangest controversy
[Exit English HERALD, L. Our abbeys and our priories shall pay This expedition's charge.
Enter ENGLISH HERALD, with Philip and Robert
Faul. (L.) Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
K. John. What art thou ?
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother, then, it seems.
Faul. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known; and, as I think, one father • But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to Heaven, and to my mother : Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Faul. (L. C.) I, madam ? no, I have no reason for That is my brother's plea, and none of mine : The which if he can prove, ’a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pounds a year: Heav'n guard my mother's honour and my land ! K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger
Faul. I know not why, except to get the land.
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
here! Eli. [To the King.] He hath a trick of Ceur-de
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father lived,
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the Emperor,
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no use,
Faui. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbriage, And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Ceur-de-Lion, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?
Faul. Madam, and if my brother had my shape And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him; And if my legs were two such riding rods ; My arms such eel-skins stuff?d; my face so thin And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, 'Would I might never stir from off this place, I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be Sir Bob in any case. Eli. I like thee well: Wilt thou forsake thy for
tune, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Faul. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
chance ! Your face hath got five hundred pound a year ;