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and me:

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Rob. And once despatch'd lim in an embassy your right;

To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Or else it must go wrong


To treat of high affairs touching that time :
So much my conscience whispers in your ear; The advantage of his absence took the king,
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. And in the mean time sojourn’d at my father's;

Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores Essex.

Between my father and my mother lay, Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, (As I have heard my father speak himself,) Come from the country to be judged by you,

When this same lusty gentleman was got. That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd K. John. Let them approach.

[E.rit Sheriff. His lands to me; and took it, on his 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 FAULCONBRIDGE, and

Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Philip, his bastard Brother.

Then, good my liege, let me have 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 Northamptonshire; and eldest son,

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;

And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; A soldier, by the honour-giving band

Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands Of 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 heir to that same Faulcon- Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? bridge.

In sooth, good friend, your father might have K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ?

kept You came not of one mother then, it seems.

This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, In sooth, he might : then, if he were my brother's, That is well known: and, as I think, one father : My brother might not claim him; nor your father, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Being none of his, refuse him : This concludes, 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 land. Eli. Out on thee, rude man ! thou dost shame thy Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, mother,

To dispossess that child which is not bis ? And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it ; Than was his will to get me, as I think. That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ;

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, - be a FaulconThe which if he can prove, ’a pops me out

bridge, At least from fair five hundred pound a-year And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, K. John. A good blunt fellow : Why, being Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? younger born,

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, Doth he lav claim to thine inheritance ?

And I had his, sir Robert his, like him ; Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. And if my legs were two such riding-rods, But once he slander'd me with bastardy :

My arms such eel-skins stuff"d; my face so thin, But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, That still I lay upon my mother's head;

Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings But, that I am as well begot, my liege, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

'Would I might never stir from off this place, If old sir Robert did beget us both,

I'd give it every foot to have this face;
And were our father, and this son like him ; - I would not be sir Nob in any case.
O old sir Robert, father, on my knee

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy forgive heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

tune, K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? us here!

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Eli. He hath a trick of Caur-de-lion's face, Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my The accent of his tongue affecteth him :

chance : Do you not read some tokens of my son

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year; In the large composition of this man ?

Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts. | Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. And finds them perfect Richard. - - Sirrah, speak, Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; K. John. What is thy name? With that half-face would he have all my land : Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun ; A half-faced groat five hundred pound a-year! Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.

Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d, K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose Your brother did employ my father much;

form thou bear'st : Bas. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land : Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. Arise, sir Richard, and Plantagenct.


Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where hand;

is he? My father gave me honour, yours gave land: - That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,

Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son? When I was got, sir Robert was away.

Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !.

Is sir Robert's son, that you seek so? I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so.

Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Bust. Madam, by chance, but not by truth :

boy, What though?

Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? Something about, a little from the right,

He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. In at the window, or else o'er the hatch;

Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us lea' e a Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;

while ? And have is have, however men do catch :

Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Near or far off, well won is still well shot;


Philip? sparrow! - James, And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy

[Erit GURNEY. desire,

Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ; A landless knight makes thee a landed ’squire. - Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast : For France, for France; for it is more than need. Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess :) Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it ; thee!

We know his handy-work : Therefore, good mo For thou was got i'the way of honesty.

ther, (Ereunt all but the Bastard. To whom am I beholden for these limbs? A foot of honour better than I was;

Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. But many a many foot of land the worse.

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady: - That for thine own gain should'st defend mine hoGood den, sir Richard,- God-a-mercy, fellow :

nour? And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, — Basilisco "Tis too respective, and too sociable,

like : For your conversion. Now your traveller, What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; And when my knightly stomach is suffic’d,

I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land ; Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise

Legitimation, name, and all is gone : My picked man of countries : - My dear sir, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,)

Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? I shall beseech you That is question now ;

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconAnd then comes answer like an ABC-book :

bridge ? 0, sir, says answer, at your best command ;

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. At your employment ; at your service, sir :

Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours :

father : And so, ere answer knows what question would, By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd (Saving in dialogue of compliment ;

To make room for him in my husband's bed : And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,

Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Thou art the issue of my dear offence, It draws toward supper in conclusion so.

Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. But this is worshipful society,

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:

Madam, I would not wish a better father. For he is but a bastard to the time,

Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, That doth not smack of observation ;

And so doth yours : your fault was not your folly: (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)

Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, And not alone in habit and device,

Subjécted tribute to commanding love, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;

Against whose fury and unmatched force But from the inward motion to deliver

The awless lion could not wage the fight, Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth : Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. Which, though I will not practise to deceive, He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;

May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. - With all my heart I thank thee for my father! But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband. When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;

And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Enter Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, and James Gurney.

If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : O me! it is my mother :- How now, good lady? Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. What brings you here to court so hastily?

[Exeunt. ACT II.


SCENE I. — France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Chat. Then urn your forces from this paltry siege, Enter on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF Austria, and

And stir them up against a mightier task. Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France,

England, impatient of your just demands,

Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, und Forces; Lewis, ConstaNCE, ARTHUR, and

Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time Attendants.

To land his legions all as soon as I :
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. His marches are expedient to this town,
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
Richad, that robb’d the lion of his heart,

With him along is come the mother-queen,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

An Até, stirring him to blood and strife ; By this brave duke came early to his grave :

With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain : And, for amends to his posterity,

With them a bastard of the king deceased : At our importance hither is he come,

And all the unsettled humours of the land, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;

Rash, inconsiderate, fiery, voluntaries, And to rebuke the usurpation

With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John ;

Have sold tieir fortunes at their native homes, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,

Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, To make a hazard of new fortunes here. The rather, that you give his offspring life,

In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Shadowing their right under your wings of war : Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Did never float upon the swelling tide, But with a heart full of unstained love:

To do offence and scath in Christendom. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. The interruption of their churlish drums Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee

[Prums beat. right?

Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I tnis zealous kiss, To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. As seal to this indenture of my love;

K. Phi. How much unlook'd-for is this expediThat to my home I will no more return,

tion ! Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, We must awake endeavour for defence; Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, For courage mounteth with occasion : And coops from other lands her islanders,

Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,

Enter King John, Elinor, BLANCH, the Bastard, That water-walled bulwark, still secure

PEMBROKE, and Forces.
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west

K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy,

permit Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Const. 0, take his mother's thanks, a widow's If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! thanks,

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. To make a more requital to your love.

K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their

From France to England, there to live in peace! swords

England we love; and, for that England's sake, In such a just and charitable war.

With burden of our armour here we sweat : K. Phi. Well then, to work ; our cannon shall This toil of ours should be a work of thine; be bent

But thou from loving England art so far, Against the brows of this resisting town.

That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

Cut off the sequence of posterity, To cull the plots of best advantages :

Outfaced infant state, and done a rape We'll lay before this town our royal bones,

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, Look here upon thy brother Geffrey s face; But we will make it subject to this boy.

These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his . Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

This little abstract doth contain that large, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time My lord Chatillon may from England bring Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That right in peace, which here we urge in war; That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, And then we shall repent each drop of blood, And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God,

How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Enter CHATILLON.

When living blood doth in these temples beat, K.Phi. A wonder, lady!- lo, upon thy wisn, Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest? Our messenger Chatillon is arriv’d.

K. John. Frcon whom hast thou this great com What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,

mission, France, We coolly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. To draw my answer from thy articles ?


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K. Pri. From that supernal judge, that stirs goud | Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd thoughts

To do him justice, and revenge on you. In any breast of strong authority,

Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and To look into the blots and stains of right.

earth! That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;

earth! And, by whose help, I mean to clástise it.

Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
k. Jókn. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. The dominations, royalties, and rights,
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son,
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Const. Let me make answer;- thy usurping son. Thy sins are visited in this poor child;

Eli. Out. insolent ! thy bastard shall be king ; The canon of the law is laid on him,
That tho'. may'st be a queen, and check the world! Being but the second generation

Corust. My bed was ever to thy son as true, Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. As thine was to thy husband: and this boy

k. John. Bedlam, have done. Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,


I have but this to say, -
Than thou and John in manners; being as like, That he's not only plagued for her sin,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.

But God hath made her sin ard her the plague
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,

On this removed issue, plagu'd for her, His father never was so true begot;

And with her plague, her sin; his injury It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.

Her injury, - the beadle to her sin; Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy All punish'd in the person of this child, father.

And all for her; A plague upon her! Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce blot thee.

A will, that bars the title of thy son.
Aust. Peace!

Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked
Bast. Hear the crier.

What the devil art thou? A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!
Bust. One that will play the devil, sir, with you, K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tempe-
An’a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,

It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; To these ill-tuned repetitions. –
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith.

These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak,
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
Brist. It lies as sightly on the back of him,

Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the ualls.
As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass : -

1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warn’d us to the walls? But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England. Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. K. John.

England, for itself: Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects. With this abundance of superfluous breath?

K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do

subjects, straight.

Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. Lew. Women and fools, break off your con

K. John. For our advantage; Therefore, hi ar
King John, this is the very sum of all,

These flags of France, that are advanced here
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Before the eye and prospect of your town,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:

Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ;
K. John. My life as soon :- I do defy thee, And ready mounted are they, to spit forth

Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; All preparation for a bloody siege,
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more And merciless proceeding by these French,
Tban e'er the coward hand of France can win: Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates;
Submit thee, boy.

And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones,

Come to thy grandam, child. That as a waist do girdle you about,
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child; By the compulsion of their ordnance
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:

Had been dishabited, and wide havock made
There's a good grandam.

For bloody power to rush upon your peace. Arth.

Good my mother, peace ! But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, I would, that I were low laid in my grave;

Who painfully, with much expedient march, I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,weeps.

Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle : (ost. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, To make a shaking fever in


walls, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;

To make a faithless error in your ears :

us first.

Which trust accordingly, kina citizens,

I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, And make a monster of you. Forwearied in this action of swift speed,


Peace; no more. Crave barbourage within your city walls.

Bast. O, tremble ; for you hear the lion roar. K. Philip. When I have said, make answer to us K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set both.

forth, Lo, in this right hand, whose protection

In best appointment, all our regiments. Is most divinely vow'd upon the right

Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ;

K. Phi. It shall be so;- - [to Lewis.] and at the Son to the elder brother of this man,

other hill And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys :

Command the rest to stand. — God, and our right! For this down-trodden equity, we tread

(Exeunt. In warlike march these greens before your town;

SCENE II. The same.
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,

Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter In the relief of this oppressed child,

a French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then

F. Her. lou men of Angiers, open wide your gates, To pay that duty, which you truly owe,

And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; To him that owes it; namely, this young prince : Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Much work for tears in many an English mother, Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;

Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding grour.d; Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent

Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,

And victory, with little loss, doth play With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, Upon the dancing banners of the French; We will bear home that lusty blood again,

Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, Which here we came to spout against your town, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours ! But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls

Enter an English Herald, with trumpets. Can hide you from our messengers of war;

E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your Though all these English, and their discipline,

bells; Were harbour'd in their rude circumference, King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,

Commander of this hot malicious day! In that behalf which we have challeng'd it ?

Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, Or shall we give the signal to our rage,

Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood ; And stalk in blood to our possession?

There stuck no, plume in any English crest, 1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England. That is removed by a staff of France ; subjects;

Our colours do return in those same hands For him, and in his right, we hold this town. That did display them when we first march'd forth ; K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come

Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, 1 Cit. That can we not : but he that proves the Died in the dying slaughter of their foes : king,

Open your gates, and give the victors way. To him will we prove loyal ; till that time,

C:t. Heralds, from off our towers we might Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.

behold, K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove | From first to last, the onset and retire the king ?

Of both your armies ; whose equality And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

By our best eyes cannot be censured : Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's brees, - Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd Bast. Bastards, and else.

blows; K. John. To verify our title with their lives. Strength match'd with strength, and power conK. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as

fronted power : those,

Both are alike; and both alike we like. Bast. Some bastards too.

One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.

We hold our town for neither ; yet for both.
I Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.

Enter, at one side, King John, with his power, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those

Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, souls,

King Puilip, LEWIS, Austria, and Forces. That to their everlasting residence,

K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,

cast away? In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !

Say, shall the current of our right run on ? K. Phi. Amen, Amen! Mount chevaliers ! to Whose

passage, vex'd with thy impediment, arms!

Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell Bast. St. George, that swing'd the dragon, and with course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; e'er since,

Unless thou let his silver water keep Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,

A peaceful progress to the ocean. Teach us some fence !- Sirrah, were I at home, K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav't one drop At your «len, sirrah, [10 Austria.] with your lioness,

of blood,

me in.

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