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Lewis, the dauphin.
of Brelagne, the elder brother of King Melun, a French lord.
Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John,
King John. William Longsword, earl of Salisbury.
Constance, mother to Arthrır. Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.
niece to King John. Robert Faulconbridge, son of Sir Robert Faulcon- Lady Fauleonbridge, mother lo the bastard, and bridge.
Robert Faulconbridge. Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son Lords, ladies, citizens of Angiers, sheriff, heralds, to King Richard the First.
officers, soldiers, messengers, and other altendo James Gurney, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Peter of Pomiret, a prophet.
Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes in Philip, king of France.
Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, SCENE I.-Northampton. A room of state in And sullen presage of your own decay:
the palace. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, An honourable conduct let him have :Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others, with Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Chatillon.
(Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. King John.
Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said,
Upon the right and party of her son ? Chal. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of This might have been prevented, and made whole, France,
With very easy arguments of love ; In my behaviour,' to the majesty,
Which now the manage? of two kingdoms must The borrow'd majesty of England here.
With fearsul bloody issue arbitrate. Eli. A sırange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em
for us. bassy.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf your right; or thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawsul claim So much my conscience whispers in your ear; To this fair island, and the territories ;
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis. Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
pers Essex. And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
Come from the country to be judg'd by you, K. Juhn. What follows, if we disallow of this ? That ere I heard : Shall I produce the men? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
K. John. Let them approach.- (Exit Sheriff, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and
for blood, Controlment for controlment; so answer France.
Philip, his bastard brother. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my This expedition's charge.--What men are you? mouth,
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, The furthest limit of my embassy.
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ; peace:
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; Or Caur-de-lion kni, hted in the field. For ere thou canst report I will be there,
K. John, What ari thou ? (1) In the manner I now do.
(2) Conduct, administration,
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept bridge.
This call, bred from his cow, from all the world; K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, You came not of one mother then, it seems. My brother inight not claim him ; nor your father,
Bast. Most certain of one mother, inighty king, Being none of his, resuse him: This concludes,That is well known; and, as I think, one father: My mother's son did get your father's heir; But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Your father's heir must have your father's land. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, or hat I doubt, as all men's children may. To dispossess that child which is not his ? Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Basi. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, thy mother,
Than was his will to get me, as I think. And wound her honour with this diffidence. Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulcon Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it;
bridge, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, At least from fair five hundred pound a year; Lord of ihy presence, and no land beside ? Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being And I had his, sir Robert his, like him ; younger born,
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
My arms such cel-skins stuif'd; my face so thin, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, But once he slander'd me with bastardy : Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings But whe'rl I be as true begot, or no,
goes ! That still I lay upon my mother's head;
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy forAnd were our father, and this son like him ;
tune, O, old sir Robert, father, on iny knee
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. I am a soldier, and now bound to France. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Bast. Broiher, take you my land, I'll take my
chance : Eli. Ile hath a trick? of Cæur-de-lion's face, Your face hath gol five hundred pounds a year; The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Yet sell your face for live pence, and 'lis dear.Do you not read some tokens of my son
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. In the large composition of this man?
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Our country manners vive our betters way. And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrah, speak? K. John. What is thy name? What doih move you to cla m your brother's land ! Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun;
Best. Because he hath a half-face, like my father ; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. With that half-face would he have all my land : K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!
form thou bear'st: Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d, Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Your brother did employ my father much ;-. Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get iny land;/ Basi. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
your hand; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy My father gave me honour, your's gave land :To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, To treat of high affairs touching that iime: When I was got, sir Robert was away. The advantare of his absence took the king, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores What though? Between my father and my mother lay
Something about, a little from the right,
And have is have, however men do caich :
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Full fourteen wecks before the course of time,
thy desire, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.My father's land, as was my father's will. Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed
K. John. Sirrah, vour brother is legitimate ; For France, for France; for it is more than need. Your father's wife did, after wedlock, bear him: Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee! And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; For thou wast got i'the way of honesty, Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
(Exeunt all but the Bastard. That marry wives. Tell me, how is my brother, A foot of honour better than I was ; Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, But many a many foot of land the worse. Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :
Good den," sir Richard,-"God-a-mercy, fellow ;(1) Whether. (2) Trace, outline, (3) Dignity of appearance.
(4) Robert, (5) Good evening.
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: But, mother, J am not sir Robert's son ; For new-inade honour doth forget men's names ; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; 'Tis too respective,' and too sociable,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone: For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my moi her, let me know my father ;, He and his lovih-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? And when my knighily stoinach is suffic'd, Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself & FaulconWhy then I suck my teeth, and catechise
bridge ? M picked min of countries:14My dear sir, Bast. As furthfully as I deny the devil. (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I beyin,)
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy shuil beseech yourThat is question now; And then comes answer like an ABC-book :4 — By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd O, sir, says answer, at your best command; To make room for him in my husband's bed :Al your employment; at your service, sir : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! No sir, says question, I, sweel sir, ut yours : Thou art the issue of my dear offence, And so, ere answer knows what question would Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, Madam, I would not wish a better father. The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly : But this is worship ul society,
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Subjected tribute to commanding love, For he is but a bastard to the time,
Against whose fury and unmatched force That doth not smack of observation
The awless lion could not wage the fight, (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And not alone in habit and device,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Exterior form, outward accoutreinent;
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, But from the inward motion to deliver
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well Which, though I will not practise to deceive, When I was gol, I'll send his soul to hell. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn:
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. And they shall say, when Richard me begot, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? If thou had'st said bim nay, it had been sin : What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. (Eze, That will take pains to blow a hoin before her ?'
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady ?
ACT II. . What brings you here to court so hastily?
SCENE I.-France, Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? where giers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Aus,
Before the walls of Ana is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
tria, and forces ; on the other, Philip, King of Basl. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son?
France, and forces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur,
and altendants. Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, boy,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? And fought the holy wars in Palestine, He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
By this brave duke came early to his grave: Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a And, for amends to his posterity, while ?
At our importance,' hither is he come, Gur. Good lear good Philip.
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behall;
Philip ?---sparrow!--James, And to rebuke the usurpation
[Exil Gurney. Embrace hiin, love him, give him welcome hither, Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
The rather, that you give his offspring life, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Shadowing their right imder your wings of war; Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess!) I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; But with a heart full of unstained love : We know his handy-work :--Therefore, good Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. mother,
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?
sust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
As scal to this indenture of my love; Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brothertoo, That to my home I will no more return, That for thive own gain should'st defend mine Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, honour?
Torether with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Bust. Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco- And coops from other lands her islanders, like :
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. That water-walled bulwark, still secure
(1) Respectable. (2) Change of condition. (6) A character in an old drama, called Soliman (3) My travelled fop. (4) Catechism.
and Perseda. 15) Idle reports.
And confident from foreign purposes,
Whiles we, God's wrathsul agent, do correct Even till that utmost corner of the west
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war retura Will I not think of home, but follow arms. From France to England, there to live in peace! Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's England we love; and, for that England's sake, thanks,
With burden of our armour here we sweat: Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; To make a more requital to your love.
But thou from loving England art so far, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, their swords
Cut off the sequence of posterity, La such a just and charitable war.
Outlaced infant state, and done a rape K. Phi. Well then, to work: our cannon shall Upon the maiden virt:le of the crown. be bent
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;Against the brows of this resisting town. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
This little abstract doth contain that large, To cull the plots of best advantages :'
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Shall draw this brieff into as huge a volume. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, But we will make it subject to this boy.
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, My lord Chatillon may from England bring When living blood doth in these temples beat, That right in peace, which here we urge in war; Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest ? And then we shall repent each drop of blood, K. John. From whom hast thou this great comThat hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
To draw my answer from thy articles ?
K. Phi. "From that supernale judge, that stirs R. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
good thoughts Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: Chat. Then turn your forces from this
paltry siege, Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; And stir them up against a mightier task.
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it. England, impatient of your just demands,
K. Jolin. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? To land his legions all as soon as 1 :
Const, Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. His marches are expedient to this town,
Eli. Out, insolent ! thy bastard shall be king;
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen,
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, An Até,' stirring him to blood and strife;
As thine was to thy husband : and this boy With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ;
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:
Than thou and John in manners; being as like, And all the unsettled humours of the land,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His faiher never was so true begot ;
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
father. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that
would blot thee. Than now the English bottoms have wast o'er,
Aust. Peace! Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Hear the crier.
What the devil art thou ? The interruption of their churlish drums
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
you, To parley, or to fight; therefore,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
I'll smoke your skin-coat,' an I catch you right; We must a wake endeavour for defence;
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith. For courage mounteth with occasion :
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Let them alone be welcome then, we are prepar’d. That did disrobe the lion of that robe !
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :Pembroke, and forces,
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. peace permit
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deals our Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Il not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! With this abundance of superfluous breath? (1) Best stations to over-awe the town.
(5) Undermined. (6) Succession, (2) Immediate, expeditious.
(7) A short writing. (8) Celestial, (3) The goddess of revenge.
(4) Mischief (9) Austria wears a lion's skin.
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do Our trumpet
call'd you to this gentle parle. straight.
K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, hear Lew. Women and fools, break off your confer
These flags of France, that are advanced here King John, this is the very sum of all,
Before the eye and prospect of your town, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Have bither march'd to your endamagement : In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms? And ready mounted are they, lo spit forth K. John. My life as soon:-1 do defy thee, Their irun indignation 'gainst your walls : France.
All preparation for a bloody siege, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; And merciless proceeding by these French, And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Submit thee, boy.
That as a waist do girdle you about,
Come to thy grandam, child. By the compulsion of their ordnance
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, Arth.
Good my mother, peace! Who painfully, with much expedient march, I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Have broughi a countercheck before your gates, I am not worth this coil' that's made for me. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : weeps.
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r? she does, To make a shaking fever in your walls, or no!
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, H's grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, To make a faithless error in your ears : Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor which trust accordingly, kind citizens, eyes,
And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Forwearieds in this action of swist speed, Av, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd Crave harbourage within your city walls. To do him justice, and revenge on you.
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and is most divinely vow'd upon the right earth!
OC him it holds, stands young Plantagenet;
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys : or this oppressed' boy : This is thy eldest son's son, For this down-trodden equity, we tread Infortunate in nothing but in thce;.
In warlike march these greens before your town: Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
Being no further enemy to you, The canon of the Isw is laid on him,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Being but the second generation
In the relief of this oppressed child, Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then K. John. Bedlam, have done.
To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Const.
I have but this to say,- To him that owese it ; namely, this young prince : That he's not only plagued for her sin,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, But God hath made her sin and her the plague Save in aspéch, have all offence seal'd up; On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent And wi'h her plague, her sin; his injury Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Hör injury,-the beadle to her sin ;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, All punish'd in the person of this child,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, And all for her; A plague upon her!
We will bear home that lusty blood again, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce Which here we came to spout against your town, A will, that bars the litle of thy son.
And leave your ch ldren, wives, and you, in peace. Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! 'Tis not the rondure' of your old-fac'd walls K. Phi. Peace, lady ; pause, or be more tempe- Can hide you from our messengers of war; rate :
Though all these English, and iheir discipline, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim'
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls In that behalf which we have challeng'd'it ? These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. And stalk in blood to our possession?
i Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls.
subjects; 1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls ? For him, and in his right, we hold this lown. K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let K. John.
England, for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, i Cit. That can we not : but be that provos the K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's king, subjects,
Conference. (5) Worn out (1) Buste. (2) Whether. (3) To encourage.