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Prince Henry, his son; afterwards K. Henry III.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late

Duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of King Johna WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. GEFFREY Fitz-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief jus

ticiary of England. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk. HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the King. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert Faul

conbridge. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard

son to King Richard the First.
JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
Peter of Pomfret, a prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
MELUN, a French lord.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John.

ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II. and mother of

King John.
CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and

niece to King John.
LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard, and

Robert Faulconbridge.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sherif, Heralds,

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in






Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.

Enter King John, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE,

Essex, ŠALISBURY, and others, with CHATIL


K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would

France with us ?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of

In my behaviour', to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning ; - borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em-

bassy. Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim To this fair island, and the territories; To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, Which sways usurpingly these several titles ;

1 In the manner. I now do.

And put the same into


Arthur's hand, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody

war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood

for blood, Controlment for controlment : so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my

mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in

peace :
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ?
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen



your own decay. An honourable conduct let him have: Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.

[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Upon the right and party of her son ? This might have been prevented, and made whole, With very easy arguments of love ; Which now the manage * of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K. John. Our strong possession, and our right,

for us.

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than

your right; Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear,

2 Conduct, administration.

Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers

Essex. Essex. My liege, here is the strangest contro

versy, Come from the country to be judg'd by you, That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ?

K. John. Let them approach. [Exit Sheriff, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

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Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FAULCONBRIDGE,

and PHILIP, his Bastard Brother. This expedition's charge. - What men are you?

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Cæur-de-lion knighted in the field.

K, John. What art thou?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-

bridge. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known; and, as I think, one father ; But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o’er to heaven, and to my mother ; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Qut on thee, rude man! thou dost shame

thy mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Bast. I madam ? no, I have no reason for it; That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! VOL. IV.


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