Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of virtue, 430 Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? Is the young Dauphin every way complete: If not complete of, say he is not she; And she again wants nothing, to name want, He is the half part of a blessed man, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. 440 O, two such silver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in; And two such shores to two such streams made one, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks As we to keep this city. Bast. Here's a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce; Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France: Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; Give with our niece a dowry large enough: For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unsured assurance to the crown, That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe 450 460 470 The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. I see a yielding in the looks of France; Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. First Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? 480 K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forward first To speak unto this city: what say you? K John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, Can in this book of beauty read "I love,' Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. 490 K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face. Lew. I do, my lord; and in her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye; 500 [Whispers with Blanch, Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, That, hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there should be In such a love so vile a lout as he. Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine: If he see aught in you that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will; Or if you will, to speak more properly, 510 Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, That I can find should merit any hate. 520 K. John. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady? Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly. K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin, Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. 530 K. Phi. It likes us well; young princes, close your hands. Aust. And your lips too; for I am well assured That I did so when I was first assured. K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, I know she is not, for this match made up Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows. 540 Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent. made Will give her sadness very little cure. Brother of England, how may we content Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, To our own vantage. We will heal up all; K. John. 550 560 [Exeunt all but the Bastard. Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids, But the word maid," cheats the poor maid of that, The world, who of itself is peised well, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, ACT III. SCENE I. The French KING'S pavilion. Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends! 570 580 590 [Erit. Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears, A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, Sal. As true as I believe you think them false Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, As doth the fury of two desperate men Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou? France friend with England, what becomes of me? Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, 10 20 30 Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is As it makes harmful all that speak of it. Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks, 40 |