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To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's
Siw. He's worth no more ; And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsiuane, So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comAnd thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
fort. Yet I will try the last : Before my body I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macdnft;
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on And damn'd be he that first cries, Hold, enough.
a Pole. (Exeunt, fighting. Macd. Hail, king! for 80 thou art : Behold,
where stands Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum
Muu | The usurper's cursed head : the time is free :
Th and Colours, MALCOLX, old SIWARD,ROSSE,
| I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and That speak my salutation in their minds; Soldiers
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe | Hail, king of Scotland arriv'd.
All. King of Scotland, bail! (Flourish. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these Il Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of see,
time, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. | Before we reckon with your several loves,
Mal. Nacduff is missing, and your noble son. And make us even with you. My thanes and Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
kinsmen, debt :
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
In such an honour pam'd. What's more to do, The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd | Which would be planted newly with the time, In the unshrinking station where he fought, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad; But like a man he died.
That fed the snares of watchful tyranny ; Siw. Then he is dead !
Producing forth the cruel ministers Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your Of this dead butcher, and bis fiend-like queen ; cause of sorrow
Who, as 'tis thougbt, by self and violent Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
hands It hath no end.
Took off her life ; This, and what needful else Siw. Had he bis hurts before
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Rosse. Ay, on the front.
We will perform in measure, tiine, and place : Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Whom we invite to see us crowu'd at Scone. I would not wish them to a fairer death :
(Flourish. Exeunt. And so his knell is knoll’d. Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
The kingdom's wealeb or ornament. And that I'll spend for him.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play was probably written in the year 1598. The action comprebends some of the principal erents wbick
occurred from the 34th year of King John's life to the time of his demise ; or, during his short reign of seventeen years. Shakspeare has in some respects closely adhered to the old historians and chroniclers; but the Duke of Anstria was not accessary to the death of Richard Cour-de-lion ; neither was John himself poisoned by a monk. However the gross licentiousness of the latter--his utter disregard of even the appearauces of religion--and his habitual ridicule of the church, might favour such a supposition, it is certain that he died partly of gries, and partly of chagrin, at Newark. These incongruities, with the outline of Fauleonbridge's character, our poet very likely derived from some previous dramatic production. With respect to the unfortunate Arthur, when he first fell into the power of his uncle, he was confiued in the castle of Falaise, aud the perfidious mouarch endeavoured in vain to procare his assassination. He was afterwards conducted to the castle of Rouen, where Joha resided, and never afterwards heard of. The manner of his death is uncertain ; but it is generally believed that the barbarous tyrant stabbed him with his owu baad, Dr. Johnson says of this tragedy: “Though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, it is varied with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and characters: the lady's grief is very affecting ; and the character of the Bastard contains that mixture of greatness and levity, which this author delighted to exhidit." The latter is, iudeed, as odd a personage as any author ever drew; and his language is as peculiar as his ideas; but the sceue in which John so darkly proposed to Hubert the murder of his innocent nephew, is beyond the commeadation of oriUcism. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatic taste can injure it and time itself can subtract nothing froin its beauties---Colly Cibber altered this drama, tbough not for the best.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING JOHN.
| PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King Philip, King of France. Henry III.
LEWIS, the Dauphin. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, ARCH-DUKE of Austria.
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. Brother of King John.
MELUN, a French Lord. WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King GEPFREY F1T2-PETER, Eurl of Esser, Chief
John. Justiciary of England. WILLIAM LongSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
Mother of King John. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. King.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Cas. ROBERT FAULCON BRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert
tile, and Niece to King John. Faulconbridge.
LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, Philip FAULCON BRIDGE, his Half-brother,
and Robert Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sherif, JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, bridge.
and other Attendants. SCENB, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
K. John. Silence, good mother ; hear the em
bassy. SOENE 1.- Northampton.- A Room of State Chat. Philip of France, in right and true bein the Palace. of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, I To this fair island, and the territories ;
Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHA To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : TILLON.
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; France with us?
And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of | Thy nephew, and right royal sovereigo. France,
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? In my behaviour, to the majesty,
Chat. Tbe proud control of fierce and bloody The borrow'd majesty of England here.
war Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'y ma. To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. jesty!
| K. John. Here bave we war for war, and
blood for blood, • Ju the manner I now do.
Controlment for controlment : so answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) mouth,
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. The furthest limit of my embassy.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both, K. John. Bear mine to him and so depart in and were our father, and his son like him ;peace :
O old Sir Robert, father, on iny knee Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. For ere thou canst report I will be there,
K. John. Wby, what a mad-cap hath heaven The thunder of my cannou shall be heard :
lent us here ! So, bence! Be thon the trumpet of our wrath, Eli, He batb a trick of Caur-de-liov's face, And sullen presage of your own decay.
The accent of bis tongue affecteth him : An honourable conduct let him have :
Do you not read some tokens of my son Pembroke, look to't : Farewell, Chatillon. In the large composition of this man?
(Ereunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his Eli. Wbat now, my son ? bave I not ever
And finds them perfect Richard. - Sirrah, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, What doth move you to claim your brother's Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
land 1 Upon the right and party of ber son ?
Bast. Because he bath a half-face, like my This might have been prevented, and made
With that half-face would he have all my land : With very easy arguments of love ;
A half-faced gront five bundred pounds a year!. Which now the manage • 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 much ;for us.
Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
land; your right;
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mo. Or else it must go wrong with you and me :
ther, So much my conscience whispers in your car ; L
| Rob. And once despatch'd ni
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Which done but heaven, and you and I, shall To Germany, there, with the emperor, hear.
To treat of high affairs touching that time :
The advantage of his absence took the king, Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ; whispers Esser.
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Esser. My liege, here is the strangest con But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and troversy,
Between my father and my mother lay, (strores Come from the country to be judg'd by you, (As I have beard my father speak himself) That ere I heard : Shall I produce the men i When this same lusty gentleman was got. K. John. Let them approach.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
(Erit Sherif. His lands to me ; and took it, on bis death, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And if he were, he came into the world Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON. Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
BRIDGE, and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. Then, good my liege, let me bave what is mine, This expedition's charge. What men are you?
My father's land, as was my father's will. Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; Born in Northamptonsbire ; and eldest son,
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : As I suppose, to Robert Paulconbridge ;
And, if she did play false, the fault was her's ; A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands or Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother K. John. What art thou ?
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, Rob. The son and beir to that same Faulcon. Had of your father claim'd this son for his! bridge.
In sooth, good friend, your father might bave K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the
kept heir ?
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the You came not of one mother then, it seems.
world; Bust. Most certain of one mother, mighty In sooth he might : then, if he were my broking,
(father, That is well known; and, as I think, one My brother might not claim him : nor your father :
Being none of his, refuse him: This conBut, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
cludes,-I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother My mother's son did get your father's heir : of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Your father's heir must have your father's EU. Out on thee, rude mau ! thou dost shame
land. thy mother,
| Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faul. land
conbridge, K. John. A good blant fellow :- Why, being and like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; younger born,
Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, Doth be lay claim to thine inheritance
Lord of thy presence, t and no land beside ? Bast. I know not why, except to get the
Bast. Madam, au if my brother bad dy land!
shape, But once he slander'd me with bastardy
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him ; But whe'r t I be as true-bégot, or no,
And if my legs were two such riding rods, That still I lay upon my mother's heau ;
My arms such eel-skins stuftod; my face so But, that I am as well-begot, my liege,
+ Dignity of appearance.