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These are the parents to these children,
Which accibentaliy are met together.
Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first.
Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is
Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
Dro. E. And I with him.
Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-
Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
Adr. And are not you my husband?
Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.
Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so ;
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here.
Did call me brother :-What I told you then,
I hope, I shall have leisure to make good
If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:-
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathized one day's error
Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction.
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour,
My heavy burdens are delivered:
The duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you, the calenders of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me;
After so long grief, such nativity!
Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast, [exeunt Duke, Abbess, Egeon, Courtezan, Mer chant, Angelo, and Attendants.
Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from ship-board. [embark 'd? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master. Dromio:
Prince Henry, his son; afterwards King Henry III.
Philip, king of France
Lewis, the dauphin.
Archduke of Austria.
Arthur, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late duke of
Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.
William Mareshall, earl of Pembroke.
Cardinal Pandulph, the Pope's legate.
Melun, a French lord.
Geffrey Fitz-Peter, earl of Essex, chief justiciary of Eng- Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John.
William Longsword, earl of Salisbury.
Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Elinor, the widow of King Henry II. and mother of King John
Constance, mother to Arthur.
Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece to King John.
Robert Faulconbridge, son of sir Robert Faulconbridge.
Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son to King
Richard the First.
James Gurney, servant to lady Faulconbridge.
Peter of Pomfret, a prophet.
SCENE,-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I. NORTHAMPTON. A ROOM OF STATE IN THE
Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex,
Salisbury, and others, with Chatillon.
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would
France with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
In my behaviour, to the majesty, [France,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em-
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;
And put the same into young 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
Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the Bastard and Robert
Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Off. cers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood
Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my
The farthest limit of my embassy. [mouth,
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in
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 presage of your own decay.—
An honourable conduct let him have:
Ferbroke, 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,
Eli. Your strong possession, much more that
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.
Enter Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest contro.
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
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 Cour-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. What art thou?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the
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. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame, This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world :
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father.
Being none of his, refuse him:-This concludes,-
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no 'force,
To dispossess that child, which is not his?
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul.
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?
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 pounds a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land.
K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him ;-
O, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee,
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven
lent us here!
Eli. He hath a trick of Cœur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my
With that half-face would he have all my land;
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
Your brother did employ my father much ;
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there,, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak:
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me: and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him;
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, [goes!
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face
I would not be sir Nob in any case.
Eli. I like thee well; wilt thou forsake,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.—
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our betters
K. John. What is thy name?
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun ;
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name whost
form thou bear'st:
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great;
Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me
My father gave me honour, yours gave land :-
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth :
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
And have is have, however men do catch:
Near or far off, well won is still well shot;
And I am I, howe'er I was begot. [thy desire,
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou A landless knight makes thee a landed squire :Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than nɛec. Bast. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [thee! [exeunt all but the Bastard A foot of honour better than I was
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :-
Good den, sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow;-
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller,-
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My picked man of countries:-My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
I shall beseech you-That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book:
O, sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir :
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation :
(And so am I, whether I smack, or no);
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn:
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.—
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! It is my mother:- How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he?
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand, the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? He is sir Robert's son: and so art thou.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?
SCENE I. FRANCE. BEFORE THE WALLS OF ANGIERS.
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and forces; on the other, Philip, King of France, and forces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur, and Attendants.
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, And fought the holy wars in Palestine, By this brave duke came early to his grave: And, for amends to his posterity, At our importance hither is he come,
Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Bast. Philip?-sparrow!-James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess!)
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handy-work:-Therefore, goo
To whom am I beholden for these limbs? [motuer,
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, [honour? That for thine own gain should'st defend mine What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? [like: Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -BasilisoWhat! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Legitimation, name, and all is gone : Then, good my mother, let me know my father; Some proper man, I hope; who was it, mother? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconBast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [bridg? Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was try father;
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed:~~
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Madam, I would not wish a better father. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours; your fault was not your fol! ; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,Subjécted tribute to commanding love,— Against whose fury and unmatched force The awless lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Who lives and dares but say, tnou didst not well When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin: Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [exeunt.
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, dake. [right?
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do the
Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard
Pembroke, and forces.
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
Our just and lineal entrance to our own! [permit
If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven!
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return
From France to England, there to live in peace.
England we love; and, for that England's sake,
With burden of our armour here we sweat:
This toil of ours should be a work of thine:
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
In such a just and charitable war.
K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;-
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great
To draw my answer from thy articles?
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. Excuse: it is to beat usurping down.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ?
Const. Let me make answer;-thy usurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king;
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Than thou and John in manners; being as like,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so true begot;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love;
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's
[strength, Till your strong hand shall help to give him To make a more requital to your love.
Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their swords
Against the brows of this resisting town.-
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages:-
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood:
My lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war;
And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.—
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry
And stir them up against a mightier task. [siege,
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them, a bastard of the king deceas'd:
And all the unsettled humours of the land,-
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
Bast. Hear the crier.
Aust. What the devil art thou?
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. [tion!
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
An a' may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedi-Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;