The kings thus ioynd in league of perfect loue, So fhall we stand content to yeeld the towne. Arth. A proper peace, if fuch 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 John, follow this motion, as thou loueft thy mother. Make league with Philip, yeeld to any thing: Lewis fhall haue my neece, and then be fure John. Brother of France, you heare the citizens : Conft. Why Iohn, what canst thou giue vnto thy neece, A louely damfel is the lady Blanch, Worthy the heire of Europe for her pheere. Conft. What kings, why ftand you gazing in a trance? Why how now lords? accurfed citizens To fill and tickle their ambitious eares, With hope of gaine, that fprings from Arthurs loffe. For now I fee the fall of all thy hopes. K. Phil. Ladie, and duke of Brittaine, know you both, The king of France refpects his honor more, Than to betray his friends and fauourers. Baft. Swounds madam, take an English gentleman; 2 Elian. Peace Philip, I will looke thee out a wife, We must with policie compound this ftrife. Baftar. If Lewis get her, well, I fay no more: But let the frollicke Frenchman take no fcorne, If Philip front him with an English horne. Iohn. 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 fo well, - But giue me leaue my lord to pause on this, It may be blemish to my modeftie. 2. Elinor. Sonne Iohn, and worthy Philip K., of France, Do you confer a while about the dower, And I will schoole my modeft neece fo well, That fhe fhall yeeld as foone as you haue done. Conftance. 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... O would fhe with her hands pull forth my heart, But (mother) let vs wifely winke at all, Leart farther harmes enfue our hastie fpeech.. Phil. Brother of England, what dowrie wilt thou giue Vnto my fonne in marriage with thy necee? John. First Philip knowes her dowrie out of Spaine, Phil. Then I demand Volqueffon, Torain, Main, Which thou as king of England holdst in France: Baft. No leffe then fiue fuch prouinces at once? And shall I giue it all away at once? 2 Elin. John giue it him, fo fhalt thou liue in peace, And keepe the refi.tue fans icopardie. Lohn. Philip, bring foorth thy fonne, here is my neece, And here in marriage I do giue with her From me and my fucceffors English kings, Volqueffon, Poiters, Aniou, Torain, Main, And thirtie thousand markes of ftipend coyne. Now cittizens, how like you of this match? Citiz. We ioy to fee fo fweete a peace begun. Lewis, Lewis with Blanch shall euer liue content. But now king John, what say you to the duke? Father, fpeake as you may in his behalfe. Phil. K. Iohn, be good vnto thy nephew here, And giue him fomewhat that fhall please you beft. 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. 2. Elian. And if thou feeke to please thine vncle John, Shalt fee my fonne how I will make of thee. John. Now euery thing is forted to this end, Manent Conftance and Arthur. Exeunt. Art. Madam good cheere, these drouping languifhments Seasons will change, and so our present greefe Conft. Ah boy, thy yeares I fee are farre too greene To looke into the bottome of these cares. But I, who see the poyse that weigheth downe Arth. Yet ladies teares, and cares, and folemn fhewes, This curfed countrey, where the traitors breath, Beleaguers all the fkie with mif-beleefe. He promift Arthur, and he fware it too, To fence thy right, and check thy fo-mans pride: And And as they shoulder thee from out thine owne, So heau'ns crosse them with a thriftleffe course, Clofing the cranies of the thirftie earth, And make it muddie with my doles difcourfe, Leaft worfer wrack enfue our male-content. Exeunt. Enter the King of England, the King of France, Arthur, John. This is the day, the long-defired day, Conft. Vngodly peace made by anothers warre. The butcher of the great Plantaginet. Kings, princes, and ye peeres of either realmes, Pardon my rafhines, and forgiue the zeale That |