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SCENEI. Northampton. A Room of Slate in Chal. The proud control of fierce and bloody the Palace.
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Enler King Jonx, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE,
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with Chatillon.
for blood, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Controlment for controlinent: so answer France. France with us?
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
The furthest limit of my embassy. In my behaviour', to the majesty,
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in The borrow'd majesty of England here.
peace : Eli. A strange beginning ; — borrow'd majesty! Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; X. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- For ere thou canst report I will be there, bassy.
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf So, hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
And sullen presage of your own decay. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim An honourable conduct let him have : To this fair island, and the territories ;
Pembroke, look to't: Fareweli, Chatillon. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine :
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.. Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; How that ainbitious Constance would not cease, And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
Upon the right and party of her son ? K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? This might have been prevented, and made whole, I In the manner I now do.
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manager of two kingdoms must Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
liv'd, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, Your brother did employ my father inuch ;
And once despatch'd him in an embassy Eli. Your strong possession, much more than To Germany, there, with the emperor, your right;
To treat of high affairs touching that time : Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : The advantage of his absence took the king, So much my conscience whispers in your ear; And in the mean time sojourn d at my father's; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak;
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Between my father and my mother lay, Essex.
(As I have heard my father speak himself, Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, When this same lusty gentleman was got. Come from the country to be judgd by you, Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
K. John. Let them approach, - [Exit Sheriff. That this my mother's son, was none of his ; Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
And, if he were, he came into the world Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FauLCONBRIDGE, and Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Philip, his bastard Brother.
My father's land, as was my father's will. This expedition's charge. - What men are you? K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother Of Cour-de-lion knighted in the field.
Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? K. John. What art thou ?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? My brother might not claim him; nor your father, You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes, Bast. 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. Shall then 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 for to dispossess 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
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, - be a Faulcouthy mother,
bridge, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land ;
Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land!
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, K. John. A good blunt fellow:- - Why, being My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, younger born,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
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 :
goes ! But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place, That still I lay upon my mother's head; But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
I'd give it every foot to have this face ;
I would not be sir Nob in any case.
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy for
tune, And were our father, and this son like him ; O old sir Robert, father, on my knee,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? .
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
chance : us here!
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ; Eli. He hath a tricks of Caur-de-lion's face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Yet sell your face for five pence, and, 'tis dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
K. John. What is thy name? And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father: Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose With that half-face would he have all my land :
form thou bear'st : A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great : • Conduct, administration.
3 Trace, outline. Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your Enter Lady FaulCONBRIDGE and James Gurnes. hand;
O me! it is my mother: - How now, good lady? My father gave me honour, yours gave land.
What brings you here to court so hastily? Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so.
is he? Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : What That holds in chase mine honour up and down? though?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? desire,
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ? A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
boy, For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn’st thou at sir Robert ? Bast. Brother, adieu ; good fortune come to He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. thee!
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.
a while ? (Exeunt all but the Bastard.
Gur. Good leave, good Philip. A foot of honour better than I was;
Philip? sparrow! - James, But many a foot of land the worse.
There's toys 6 abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:
(Erit GURNEY. Good den 4, sir Richard, — God-a-mercy, fellow ;
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter :
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, For new-made honour doth forget men's names ;
That forthineown gain shouldst defend mine honour? 'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave ? For your conversion. Now your traveller,
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, — BasıliscoHe and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
like 7 : And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. Why then I suck my teeth and catechise
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; My picked man of countries 5 : My dear sir, I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land ; (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Legitimation, name, and all is gone : I shall beseech you That is question now; Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; And then comes answer like an ABC-book : —
Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? O sir, says answer, at your best command;
Lauly F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconyour employment ; at your service, sir :
bridge? No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours :
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. And so, ere answer knows what question would,
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
father; And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
To make room for him in my husband's bed: -It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! But this is worshipful society,
Thou art the issue of my great offence, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. And not alone in habit and device,
Bast. Madam, I would not wish a better father. Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, But from the inward motion to deliver
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly : Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Subjected tribute to commanding love, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;
Against whose fury and unmatched force For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. –
The awless lion could not wage the fight, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,
[Ereunt. That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
SCENE I. - France. Before the Walls of Angiers. And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance 8, bither is he come,
Forces; on the other, Philip, King of France, And to rebuke the usurpation
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.- Arth. Heaven will forgive you Caur-de-lion's Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,
death, Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
The rather, that you give his offspring life, And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war : By this brave duke came early to his grave ; 6 Idle reports.
? A character in an old drama called Soliman and Perseda. 4 Good evening.
s My travelled fop. 8 Importunity
I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Cuts off more circumstance : they are at hand, But with a heart full of unstained love :
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
K. Phi How much unlook'd for is this expedition! Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, We must awake endeavour for defence; As seal to this indenture of my love;
For courage inounted with occasion :
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Enter King John, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastaru, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
PEMBROKE, and Forces. And coops from other lands her islanders,
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
permit The water-walled bulwark, still secure
Our just and lineal entrance to our own! And confident from foreign purposes,
If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. Even till that utmost corner of the west
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
K. Phi. Peace be to England : if that war return Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, From France to England, there to live in peace! Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, England we love: and, for that England's sake, To make a more requital to your love.
With burden of our armour here we sweat : Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; their swords
But thou from loving England art so far, In such a just and charitable war.
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall | Cut off the sequence of posterity, be bent
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Against the brows of this resisting town.
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;To cull the plots of best advantages ::
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
This little abstract doth contain that large, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time But we will make it subject to this boy.
Shall draw this brief 5 into as huge a volume. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, My lord Chatillon may from England bring And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, That right in peace, which here we urge in war;
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, And then we shall repent each drop of blood, When living blood doth in these temples beal, Tnat hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
Which owe 6 the crown that thou o'ermasterest ?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great com. Enter CHATILLON.
mission, France, K. Phi. A wonder, lady! - lo, upon thy wish,
To draw my answer from thy articles ? Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
good thoughts We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
In any breast of strong aụthority,
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: England, impatient of your just demands,
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong : Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. To land his legions all as soon as I :
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. His marches are expedient ? to this town,
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
Const. Let me make answer ;- thy usurping son. With him along is come the mother-queen,
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; An Até 3, stirring him to blood and strife ;
That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world! With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ;
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy And all the unsettled humours of the land,
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Than thou and John in manners; and, I think, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,
His father never was so true begot ; Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
father. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er
blot thee. Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Aust. Peace! To do offence and scath 4 in Christendom.
Hear the crier. The interruption of their churlish drums
What the devil art thou ? [Drums beat.
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. 1 Best stations to over-awe the town.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, 9 Immediate, expeditious 3 The Goddess of Revenge. • Mischief.
5 A short.writing.
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; K. John. For our advantage; Therefore hear I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right:
us first. Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith.
These flags of France, that are advanced here Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Before the eye and prospect of your town, That did disrobe the lion of that robe !
Have hither march'd to your endamagement : Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass : –
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears And merciless proceeding by these French,
That as a waist do girdle you about,
By this time from their fixed beds of lime King Jobn, this is the very sum of all, –
Had been dishabited, and wide havock made England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, For bloody power to rush upon your peace. In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, — Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? Who painfully with much expedient march, K. John. My life as soon :- - I do defy thee Have brought a countercheck before your gates, France.
To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Than e'er the coward-hand of France can win : To make a shaking fever in your walls, Submit thee, boy.
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Come to thy grandam, child. To make a faithless error in your ears : Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child; Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will And let us in, your king ; whose labour'd spirits, Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
Forwearied ' in this action of swift speed, There's a good grandam.
Crave harbourage within your city walls. Arth.
Good my mother, peace ! K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
both. I am not worth this coil 7 that's made for me. Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he is most divinely vow'd upon the right weeps.
or him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ; Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! Son to the elder brother of this man, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his pooreyes, For this down-trodden equity, we tread Which beaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ir warlike march these greens before your town; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd Being no further enemy to you, To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and In the relief of this oppressed child, earth!
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and To pay that duty, which you truly owe, earth!
To him that owes 2 it; namely, this young prince : Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, The dominations, royalties, and rights,
Save in aspect, have all offence seal’d up; Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son, Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Thy sins are visited in this poor child.
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, A will that bars the title of thy son.
We will bear home that lusty blood again, Const. Ay, who doubts that ? a will! a wicked will; Which here we came to spout against your town, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will ! And leave your children, wives, and you in peace.
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate : But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim 8
'Tis not the roundure 3 of your old-fac'd walls To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Can hide you from our messengers of war : Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
Though all these English, and their discipline, These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it? Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the Walls. 1 Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls ? And stalk in blood to our possession ?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage, K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's K. John. England, for itself :
subjects; You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let subjects,
me in. Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. 9 7 Bustle. • To encourage.