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Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Bast. Most certain of onemother, mighty king, Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; That is well known ; and, as I think, one father: And put the same into young Arthur's hand, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother: K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody Eli. Out on thee, rude man ! thou dost shame war,
thy mother, To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld. And wound her honour with this diffidence. K. John. Here havé we war for war, and Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; blood for blood,
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; Controlment for controlment: so answer France. The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my At least from "fair five hundred pounds a-year : mouth,
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! The furthest limit of my embassy.
K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in
younger born, peace :
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. For ere thou canst report I will be there, But once he slander'd me with bastardy: The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : But whe'r I be as true begot, or no, So, hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, That still I lay upon my mother's head; And sullen presage of your own decay. But, that I am as well begot, my liege, An honourable conduct let him have:
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
[Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. If old sir Robert did beget us both, Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, And were our father, and this son like him ;How that ambitious Constance would not cease, O old sir Robert, father, on my knee Till she had kindled France, and all the world, I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. Upon the right and party of her son ?
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven This might have been prevented, and made whole, lent us here! With very easy arguments of love ;
Eli. He hath a trick of Caur-de-lion's face, Which now the manage of two kingdoms must The accent of his tongue affecteth him : With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
Do you not read some tokens of my son K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his Eli. Your strong possession, much more than parts, your right;
And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak, Or else it must go wrong with you,
and me :
What doth move you to claim your brother's So much my conscience whispers in your ear ;
land ? Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my fa
ther ; Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who With that half-face would he have all my land : whispers Essex
A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year! Esser. My liege, here is the strangest contro- Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father versy,
liv'd, Come from the country to be judg’d by you, Your brother did employ my father much ;That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men ? Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my K. John. Let them approach.- [Exit Sheriff
land; Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULcONBRIDGE, To Germany, there, with the emperor, and Philip, his bastard brother.
To treat of high affairs touching that time : This expedition's charge. What men are you? The advantage of his absence took the king,
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ; Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ; But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
shores Of Cæur-de-lion knighted in the field. Between my father and my mother lay, K. John. What art thou ?
(As I have heard my father speak himself,) Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon- When this same lusty gentleman was got. bridge.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the His lands to me; and took it, on his death, heir ?
That this, my mother's son, was none of his; You came not of one mother then, it seems. And, if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; What though?
he might: then, if he were my brother's, A latrdless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.My brother might not claim him ; nor your fa- Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must ther,
speed Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes, For France, for France ; for it is more than need. My mother's son did get your father's heir ; Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to Your father's heir must have your father's land. thee! Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no For thou wast got i’the way of honesty. force,
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. To dispossess that child, which is not his ? A foot of honour better than I was;
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, But many a many foot of land the worse. Than was his will to get me, as I think. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul- Good den, sir Richard,--God-a-mercy, fellow; conbridge,
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; For new-made honour doth forget men's names ; Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion,
'Tis too respective, and too sociable, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside? For your conversion. Now your traveller,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, He and his tooth-pick at my worship’s mess
And then comes answer like an ABC-book :--
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : I would not be sir Nob in any case.
And so, ere answer knows what question would, Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy (Saving in dialogue of compliment; fortune,
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :
Exterior form, outward accoutrement ;
. Our country manners give our betters way. But from the inward motion to deliver K. John. What is thy name?
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun; Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's
eldest son. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; K. John. From henceforth bear his name For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.whose form thou bear'st:
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ; What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your hand;
Enter Lady FaulCONBRIDGE and JAMES My father gave me honour, yours gave land :
GURNEY. Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, O me! it is my mother :—How now, good lady? When I was got, sir Robert was away.
What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? What! I am dubb’d ; I have it on my shoulder. where is he?
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; That holds in chase mine honour up and down? I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Some proper man, I hope: Who was it, mother? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Lady Ė. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconLady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreve- bridge ? rend boy,
Bast As faithfully as I deny the devil. Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Ro- Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy bert?
father ; He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd Bust. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave To make room for him in my husband's bed :a while ?
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Bast. Philip ?--sparrow !-James,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
[Exit Gurney. Madam, I would not wish a better father. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ; Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Sir Robert could do well ; Marry, (to confess !) Subjected tribute to commanding love, —Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; Against whose fury and unmatched force We know his handy-work :- Therefore, good The awless lion could not wage the fight, mother,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. To whom am í beholden for these limbs ? He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy bro- With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well That for thine own gain should'st defend mine When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. honour ?
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; What means this scorn, thou most untoward And they shall say, when Richard me begot, knave ?
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -Basilis- Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. co-like :
Shadowing their right under your wings of war: SCENEI.-France. Before the walls of Angiers. I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love: Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. forces ; on the other, Philip, king of France,
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee and forces ; Lewis, Constance, ARTHUR,
right? and Attendants.
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.- As seal to this indenture of my love ; Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, That to my home I will no more return, Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, And fought the holy wars in Palestine, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, By this brave duke came early to his grave: Whose foot spurns back the ocean's
roaring tides, And, for amends to his posterity,
And coops from other lands her islanders, At our importance hither is he come,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf; That water-walled bulwark, still secure And to rebuke the usurpation
And confident from foreign purposes, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Even till that utmost corner of the west Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, Arth. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's Will I not think of home, but follow anns. death,
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him Our just and lineal entrance to our own! strength,
If not; bleed France,and peace ascend to heaven! To make a more requital to your love.
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift Their proud contempt that beat his peace to their swords
heaven. In such a just and charitable war.
K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war reK. Phi. Well then, to work ; our cannon
turn shall be bent
From France to England, there to live in peace ! Against the brows of this resisting town.- England we love ; and, for that England's sake, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
With burden of our armour here we sweat : To cull the plots of best advantages :
This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; We'll lay before this town our royal bones, But thou from loving England art so far, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, But we will make it subject to this boy. Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Qutfaced infant state, and done a rape Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. My lord Chatillon may from England bring Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;That right in peace, which here we urge in war; These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
his: That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time Enter CHATILLON.
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv’d.
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God, We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry When living blood doth in these temples beat, siege,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? And stir them up against a mightier task. K. John. From whom hast thou this great England, impatient of your just demands,
commission, France, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, To draw my answer from thy articles ? Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs To land his legions all as soon as I :
good thoughts His marches are expedient to this town,
breast of strong authority, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. To look into the blots and stains of right. With him along is come the mother-queen, That judge hath made me guardian to this boys An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ; And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it.. With them a bastard of the king deceas'd : K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. And all the unsettled humours of the land, - K. Phi. Excuse ; it is to beat usurping down. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,— Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; To make a hazard of new fortunes here. That thou may'st be a queen, and check the In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
world! Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, Did never float upon the swelling tide, As thine was to thy husband : and this boy To do offence and scath in Christendom. Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, The interruption of their churlish drums Than thou and John in manners; being as like,
[Drums béat. As rain to water, or devil to his dam. Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, My boy a bastard ! By my soul, I think, To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. His father never was so true begot ; K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this ex- It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. pedition !
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
thy father. We must awake endeavour for defence;
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that For courage mounteth with occasion :
would blot thee. Let them be welcome then, we are prepar’d. Aust. Peace !
Bast. Hear the crier.
Bast. One, that will play the devil, sir, with K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in
your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, But God hath made her sin and her the plague
And all for her; A plague upon her!
Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
Const. Ay, who doubts that? 'a will! a wicked But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back;
will; Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. A woman's will; a canker'd grandam’s will ! Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tem
perate : With this abundance of superfluous breath ? It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do To these ill-tuned repetitions. straight.
Some trumpet summon hither to the walls Lew. Women and fools, break off your con- These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, ference.
Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. King John, this is the
very sum of all, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. In right of Arthur do I claim of thee :
i Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ?
walls? K. John. My life as soon :-I do defy thee, K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England. France.
K. John. England, for itself : Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand ; You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's Than e'er the coward hand of France can win :
subjects, Submit thee, boy:
Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle. Eli . Come to thy grandam, child.
K. John. For our advantage :-Therefore, Const. Do, child, go to it grandam, child ;
hear us, first.Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will These flags of France, that are advanced here Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
Before the eye and prospect of your town, There's a good grandam.
Have hither march'd to your endamagement: Arth. Good my mother, peace !
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; I would, that I were low laid in my grave; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth I am not worth this coil that's made for me. Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls: Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he All preparation for a bloody siege, weeps.
And merciless proceeding by these French, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; or no!
And, but for our approach, these sleeping stones, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's That as a waist do girdle you about, shames,
By the compulsion of their ordnance Draw those heaven-moving pearls from bothis poor By this time from their fixed beds of lime eyes,
Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; For bloody power to rush upon your peace. Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, To do him justice, and revenge on you. Who painfully, with much expedient march, Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and Have brought a countercheck before your gates earth!
To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and cheeks, earth!
Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle: Call not me slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, The dominations, royalties, and rights, To make a shaking fever in your walls, of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, son,
To make a faithless error in your ears : Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, Thy sins are visited in this poor child; And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, The canon of the law is laid on him,
Forwearied in this action of swift speerd, Being but the second generation
Crave harbourage within your city walls. Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to K. John. Bedlam, have done.
us both. Const. I have but this to say,
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection That he's not only plagued for her sin, Is most divinely vow'd upon the right