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To him will we prove loyal; till that time, Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
By our best eyes cannot be censured:'
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
blows; Bast. Bastards, and else.
Strength match'd with strength, and power conB. John. To verify our title with their lives.
fronted power : K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as Both are alike; and both alike we like. those,
One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, Bast. Some bastards too.
We hold our town for neither; yet for both. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, Enter, at one sizle, King John, rith his power; We, for the worthiesi, hold the right from both. Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and forces. souls,
K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to That to their everlasting residence,
cast away? Before the dew of evening fall, shall feet,
Say, shall the current of our right run on ?
whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,
With course disturb'd even thy contining shores; e'er since,
A peaceful progress to the ocean. Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home,
of blood, At your den, sirrah, (To Austria,] with your In this hot trial, more than we of France ; lioness,
Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear, I'd set an ox head to your lion's hide,
That sways the earth this climate overlooks, And make a monster of you.
Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, Aust.
Peace; no more.
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we Basi, O, tremble ; for you hear the lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll Or add a royal number to the dead;
bear, set forth,
Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, In best appointment, all our regiments.
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis.) and at the When the rich blood of kings is set on fire !
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, other hill
10, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
(Exeunt. And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, SCENE II.-The same. Alarums and E.ccur-In undetermin'd differences of kings.
sions ; then a Relreal. Enter a French Herald, Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? with trumpets, to the gates.
Cry, havoc, kings ! back to the stained field, F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your Then let confusion of one part confirm
You equal potents,a fiery-kindled spirits ! gates,
The oiher's peace; till then, blows, blood, and And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
death! Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet Much work for tears in many an English mother,
admit? Whose sons lie scatter'd on ihe bleeding ground:
K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
your king? Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
1 Cil. The king of England, when we know the And victory, with little loss, doth play
king. Upon the dancing banners of the French;
K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
right. To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours. And bear possession of our person here; Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your And, till it be undoubled, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd rates; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, King'd of our fears; until our fears, resolvid, Commander of this hot malicious day!
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Their arınours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, Bast. By heaven, these scroyles: of Angiers fout Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
you, kings; There stuck no plume in any English crest,
And stand securely on their battlements, That is removed by a stuff of France ;
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Our colours do return in those same hands At your industrious scenes and acts of death, That did display them when we first march'd forth ; Your royal presences be ruld by me; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Do like the muliness of Jerusalem. Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Be friends a while, and both coujointly bend Dyed in the dying slaughter of iheir loes : Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: Open your gates, and give the victors way. By cast and west let France and England mount
(1) Judged, determined. (2) Potentates. (3) Scabby fellows. (4) Mutineers.
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths; To our fast-closed gates; for, at this matchider
And give you entrance; but, without this matchy Even till unfenced desolation
The sea enraged is not hall so deaf, Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
Lions more confident, mountains and rocks That done, dissever your united strengths, More free from motion ; no, not death himself And part your mingled colours once a ain; In mortal fury half so peremptory, Turn face to face, and bloody, point to point:
As we to keep this city.
13 Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Here's a stay,
7 Out of one side her happy minion;
That shakes the rotten carcase of old death To whom in favour she shall give the day, Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, And kiss him with a glorious victory.
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ?
seasi. Smacks it not something of the policy?
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! heads,
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ? I like it well ; --France, shall we knit our powers, He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
bounce; Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? He gives the bastinado with his tongue ;
Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king, Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his, Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,- But buffets better than a fist of France: Turn thou the mouth of thy'artillery,
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, As we will ours, against these saucy walls: Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad. And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, makethis match; Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Give with our niece a dou ry large enough: Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie K. Phi. Let it be so:-Say, where will you Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, assault?
Thut yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe K. John. We from the west will send destruction The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. Into the city's bosom.
I see a yielding in the looks of France; Aust. I from the north.
Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their K. Phi.
Our thunder from the south, souls
Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south, Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
(Aside. Cool and congeal again to what it was. ll stir them to it :-Come, away, away!
I Cil. Why answer not the double majesties i Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while This friendly treaty of our threatend town? to stay,
K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league; forward first Win you this city without stroke, or wound; To speak unto this city: What say you? Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely That here come sacrifices for the field : is
son, Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. Can in this book of beauty read, I love, K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: to hear.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, and Poictiers, i Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady And all that we upon this side the sea Blanch,
(Except this city now by us besieg'd,) Is near to England; Look upon the years Find liable to our crown and dignity, of Lewis the Dauphin, and ihat lovely maid : Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich Ir lusty love should go in quest of beauty, In titles, honours, and promotions, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? As she in beauty, education, blood, If zealous' love should go in search of virtue, Holds hand with any princess of the world. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy ? look in the lady's If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
I do protest, I never lov'd myself, He is the hall part of a blessed man,
Till now infixed I beheld myself,'. Left to be finished by such a she;
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. And she a fair divided excellence,
(Whispers with Blanch. Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! 0, two such silver currents, when they join,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! Do glorify the banks that bound them
in : And quarter'd in her heart !-he doth espy And two such shores to two such streams made one, Himself love's traitor: This is pity now, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, That hang'd; and drawn, and quarter'd, 'thero To these two princes, if you marry them.
should be, This union shall do more than battery ean, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.
Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine : (1) Pious. (2) Speed. (3) Picture. lif he see aught in you, that makes him like,
That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling common I can with ease translate it to my will;
dity, Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,) Commodity, the bias of the world; I will enforce it easily to my love.
The world, who of itself is peised well, Further I will not datter you, my lord,
Made to run even, upon even ground That all I see in you is worthy love,
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, Than this,--that nothing do I see in you This sway of motion, this commodity, (Though 'churlish thoughts themselves should be Makes it take head from all indifferency, your judge,)
Froin all direction, purpose, course, intent: That I can find should merit any hate.
And this same bias, this commodity, K. John. What say these young ones ? What This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, say you, my niece?
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
And why rail I on this commodity ?
Not that I have the power to clutch' my hand, K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, When his fair angelsø would salule my palm: Maine,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. With her to thee; and this addition more, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich; Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, And being rich, my virtue then shall be, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. To say,-There is no vice, but beggary: K. Phi. It'likes us well ;-Young princes, close Since kings break faith upon commodity, your hands.
Gain, be my lord ! (or I will worship thee! (Eril. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assurd, That I did so, when I was first assur’d.'
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made;
ACT III. For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. SCENE I.-The sanie. The French king's teni. Is not the lady Constance in this troop ?
Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much : Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows.
peace! Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high- False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be ness' tent,
friends! K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those prohave made,
vinces? Will give her sadness very little cure.
It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Brother of England, how may we content Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : This widow lady? In her right we came; It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'lis 80 : Which we, God knows, have turned another way, I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word To our own vantage.*
Is but the vain breath of a common man:
We will heal up all: Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; To our solemnity :- I trust we shall,
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; If not fill up the measure of her will,
A woman, naturally born to fears ; Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, That we shall stop her exclamation.
With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
But they will quake and tremble all this day. To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? (E.ceunt all but the Bastard. The Citizens Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? retire from the walls.
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Like a proud river peering!" o'er his bounds ? Hath willingly departed with a part:
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As God's own soldier,) rounded“ in the ear Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil ; That give you cause to prove my saying true. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith; Const, O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids ;- And let belief and life encounter so, Who having no external thing to lose
As doth the fury of two desperate men, But the word maid --cheats the poor maid of that; Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.
(6) Poised, balanced. (7) Clasp. Conspired. (5) Interest,
(8) Coin. (9) Susceptible. (10) Appearing.
Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou?). K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause France friend with England! what becomes of To curse the fair proceedings of this day: me?
Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; Const. You have beguild ine with a counterfeit, This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done,
tried, But spoke the harm that is by others done? Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn;
Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. The grappling vigour and rough frown of war, Const. If thou, thai bid'st me be content, wert Is cold in amity and painted peace, grim,
And our oppression hath made up this league : Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless' stains,
kings! Lame, foolish, crooked, 'swart, prodigious, a A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens ! Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Let not the hours of this ungodly day I would not care, I then would be content; Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings! Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Hear me, 0, hear me ! But thou art lair ; and at thy birth, dear boy! Aust.
Lady Constance, peace. Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me of nature's gists thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose: but fortune, O! O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; Thai bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John ;
coward ; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France Thou little valiant, great in villany! To tread down (air respect of sovereignty, Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; But when her humorous ladyship is by. That strumpet fortune, that usurping John : To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Tell me, thou fellow, is not France (orsworn ? And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Envenom him with words; or get thee gone, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, And leave thosc woes alone, which I alone Ypon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Am bound to under-bear.
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Sal.
Pardon me, madam, Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend I may not go without you to the kings.
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with And dosi thou now fall over to my foes ?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff's it Tor shame, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
And hang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs. For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. Aust. O, that a man should speak those words To me, and io the state of my great grief,
to me! Let kings assemble; for my griet's so great, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant That no supporter but the huge firm earth
limbs. Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;
Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Here is my throne, bid kinys come bow to it. Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant [She throws herself on the ground.
K. John. We like not this ; thou dost forget Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, thyself.
Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and attendants.
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Ever in France shall be kept festival:
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
To thee, king John, my holy errand is. Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, And from pope Innocent the legate here, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: Do, in his name, religiously demand, The yearly course, that brings this day about, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, Shall never see it but a holyday.
So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop
(Rising. or Canterbury, from that holy see? What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done ; This, in our 'loresaid holy father's name, That it in golden letters should be set,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. Among the high tides, in the kalendar ?
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatorien, Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week ; Can task the free breath of a sacred king? This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England, But on this day, let seamen sear no wreck; Add thus much more,—That no Italian priest No bargains break, that are not this day made : Shall tithe or toll in our dominions; This day all things begun come to ill end; But as we under heaven are supreme head, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! So, under him, that great supremacy, (1) Unsightly. (2) Portentous. (3) Sealed in state. (4) Solemn seasons.
(5) Do oft
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, That need must needs Inser this principle,-
Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not this.
to this. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of Const. 0, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Christendom,
Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in doubt. Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
Bast. Hang nothing but a call's-skin, most sweet Dreading the curse that money may buy out;
lout. And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Pand. What can’st thou say, but will perpies Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself :
thee more, Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ? This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
Married in league, coupled and link'd logether From his allegiance to a heretic;
With all religious strength of sacred vows; And meritorious shall that hand be call'd, The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, That takes away by any secret course
Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves;
And even before this truce, but new before,
No longer than we well could wash our hands,
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overTo my keen curses; for, without my wrong,
stain'd There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my The fearful difference of incensed kings:
And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, Const. And for mine too; when law can do no So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, right,
Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ?2 Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong:
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, Law eannot give my child his kingdom here; Make such unconstant children of ourselves, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law: As now again to snatch our palm from palm; Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? Or smiling peace to march a bloody host,
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, And make a riot on the gentle brow Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;
or true sincerity ? O holy sir, And raise the power of France upon his head, My reverend father, let it not be so : Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go Some gentle order'; and then we shall be bless'd ths hand.
To do your pleasure, and continue friends. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, repent,
Save what is opposite to England's love. And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul. Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church !
Hust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on his recreant A mother's curse, on her revolting son. limbs.
France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these A cased lion by the mortal paw, wrongs,
A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Because
Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold, Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith, K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the car
Pand. So mak’st ihou faith an enemy to faith ; dinal ?
And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal? Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference First made to heaven, first be to heaven performid; Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, That is, to be the champion of our church! Or the light loss of England for a friend : What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thysell, Forego the easier.
And may not be performed by thyself : Blanch,
That's the curse of Rome, For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts Is not amiss when it is truly done; thee here,
And being not done, where doing tends to ill, In likeness of a new untrimmed' bride.
The truth is then most done not doing its Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from The better act of purposes mistook her faith,
Is, to mistake again; though indirect, But from her need.
Yet indirection thereby grows direct, Consl.
0, if thou grant my need, And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Which only lives but by the death of faith,
Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd.
It is religion, that doth make vows kept; (1)'When upadorn'd, adornd the most.' Thomason's Autumin, 206,
(2) Exchange of salutation,