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The kings thus ioynd in league of perfect loue,
They may so deale with Arthur duke of Britaine,
Who is but young, and yet vnmeet to raigne,
As he shall stand contented euery way.
Thus haue I boldly (for the common good)
Deliuered what the citie gaue in charge.
And as vpon conditions you agree,
So shall we stand content to yeeld the towne.

Arth. A proper peace, if such a motion hold;
These kings beare armes for me, and for my right,
And they shall share my lands to make them friends.
2. Elian. Sonne lohn, follow this motion, as thou loueft

thy mother.
Make league with Philip, yeeld to any thing :
Lewis Thall haue my neece, and then be sure
Arthur shall haue small succour out of France.

lohn. Brother of France, you heare the citizens : Then tell me, how you meane to deale herein.

Conft. Why Iohn, what canst thou giue ynto thy neece,
Thou hast no foote of land but Arthurs right?

Lew. Bir lady citizens, I like your choyce,
A louely damsel is the lady Blanch,
Worthy the heire of Europe for her pheere.

Conft. What kings, why stand you gazing in a trance ?
Why how now lords ? accursed citizens
To fill and tickle their ambitious eares,
With hope of gaine, that springs from Arthurs losse.
Some dismall planet at thy birth-day raign'd,
For now I see the fall of all thy hopes.

K. Phil. Ladie, and duke of Brittaine, know you both,
The king of France respects his honor more,
Than to betray his friends and fauourers.
Princesse of Spaine, could you affect my sonne,
If we vpon conditions could agree?



Baft. Swounds madam, take an English gentleman;
Slaue as I was, I thought to haue moou'd the match.
Grandame you made me halfe a promise once,
That lady Blanch should bring me, wealth inough,
And make me heire of store of Englib land.

Elian. Peace Philip, I will looke thee out a wife,
We must with policie compound this strite.

Baftar. If Lewis get her,' well, I say no more :
But let the frollicke Frenchiman take no forne,
If Philip front him with an Englis horne.

Ichn. Ladie, what answer make you to the K. of France ? Can you affect the Dolphin for your lord?

Blanch. I thanke the king that likes of me so well,
To make me bride vnto so great a prince :
But giue me leaue my lord to pause on this,
Least beeing too too forward in the cause,
It may be blemish to my modestie.

Q. Elinor. Sonne Ihn, and worthy Philip K. of France,
Do you confer a while about the dower,
And I will schoqle my modest neece so well,
That me shall yeeld as foone as you haue done.

Constance. I, theres the wretch that brocheth all this il,
Why flie I not vpon the bedlams face,
And with my nayles pull forth her hatefull eyes.

Arthur. Sweet mother cease there hastie madding fits:
For my fake, let my grandam haue her will.
O would she with her hands pull forth my heart,
I could affjord it to appease these broyles.
But.(inother) let vs wisely wioke at all,
Leat farther har mes ensue our hastie speech.

Phil. Brother of England, what dowrie wilt thou give
Vnto my soone in marriage with thy necee?

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John. First Philip knowes her dowrie out of Spaine,
To be so great as may content a king
But more to mend and amplifie the fame,
I giue in money thirtie thousand markes.
For land I leaue it to thine owne demand.

Pbil. Then I demand Volquefon, Torain, Main,
Poiters and Aniou, these fiue prouinces,
Which thou as king of England holdft in France :
Then shall our peace be soone concluded on.

Baft. No lesse then fiue such prouinces at once?

John. Mother what shal I do? my brother got these lands With much effusion of our English bloud : And shall I giuc it all away at once ?

Q Elin. lohn giue it hiin, fo shalt thou liue in peace,
And keepe the refi tue fans icopardie.

Lhn. Philip, bring foorth thy fonne, Here is my neece,
And here in marriage I do giue with her
From me and my fucceffors Englijb kings,
Volqueflon, Poiters, Aniou, Torain, Main,
And thirtie thousand markes of stipend coyne.
Now cittizens, how like you of this match ? -

Citiz. We ioy to see so sweeté a peace begun.

Lewis, Lewis with Blanch shall euer live content. But now king lohn, what say you to the duke? Father, speake as you may in his behalfe.

Phil. K. Lohn, be good vnto thy nephew here,
And give him somewhat that shall please you best.

Iohn. Arthur, although thou troublest Englands peace
Yet here I giue thee Brittaine for thine owne,
Together with the earledome of Richmont,
And this rich cittie of Angiers withall.

Q. Elian. And if thou seeke to please thine vncle lohn,
Shalt see my sonne how I will make of thee. .



lohn. Now euery thing is forted to this end,
Lets in, and there prepare the marriage rites,
Which in S. Maries chappell presently
Shall be performed ere this presence part.

Manent Constance and Arthur..
Art. Madam good cheere, these drouping languishments
Adde no redresse to falue our awkward haps,
If heauens haue concluded these euents,
To small auaile is bitter pensiuenesle :
Seasons will change, and so our present greefé
May change with them, and all to our releefe.

Const. Ah boy, thy yeares I see are farre too greene
To looke into the bottome of these cares.
But I, who see the poyse that weigheth downe
Thy weale, my wish, and all the willing meanes
Wherewith thy fortune and thy fame should mount.
What ioy, what ease, what rest can lodge in me,
With whom all hope and hap doe disagree?

Arth. Yet ladies teares, and cares, and folemn shewes,
Rather then helpes, heape vp more worke for woes.

Const. If any power will heare a widowes plaint,
That from a wounded foule implores revenge :
Send fell contagion to infect this clime,
This cursed countrey, where the traitors breath,
Whose periurie (as proud Briareus,)
Beleaguers all the skie with mil-beleefe.
He promist Arthur, and he sware it too,
To fence thy right, and check thy fo-mans pride :
But now black-spotted periure as he is,
He takes a truce with Elnors damned brat,
And marries Lewis to her louely neece,
Sharing thy fortune, and thy birth-dayes gift
Betweene these louers : ill betide the match.


And as they shoulder thee from out thine owne,
And triumph in a widowes teareful cares :
So heau'ns crosse them with a thriftleffe course,
Is all the blood yspilt on either part,
Closing the cranies of the thirstie earth,
Growne to a loue-game and a bridall feast?
And must thy birth-right bid the wedding banes?
Poore helpelesle boy, hopelesse and helplesse too,
To whom misfortune seemes no yoake at all.
Thy stay, thy state, thy imminent mishaps
Woundeth thy mothers thoughts with feeling care,
Why lookst thou pale ? the colour Mies thy face:
I trouble now the fountaine of thy youth,
And make it muddie with my doles discourse,
Goe in with me, reply not louely boy,
We must obscure this mone with melodie,
Least worser wrack ensue our male-content.


Enter the King of England, the King of France, Arthur,

Bastard, Lewis, Lymoges, Constance, Blanch, Chattillion,
Pembrooke, Salisburie, and Elianor.

lohn. This is the day, the long-desired day,
Wherein the realmes of England and of France
Stand highly blessed in a lasting peace.
Thrice happie is the bridegroome and the bride,
From whose sweet bridall such a concord springs,
To make of mortall foes immortall friends.

Conf. Vagodly peace made by anothers warre.

Pbil. Vnhappie peace, that tyes thee from reuenge,
Rouze thee Plantaginet, liue not to see
The butcher of the great Plantaginet.
Kings, princes, and ye peeres of either realmes,
Pardon my rashnes, and forgiue the zeale


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