And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league; K.John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to hear. 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, Is near to England; Look upon the years Is the young Dauphin every way complete : O, two such silver currents, when they join, And two such shores to two such streams made one, To these two princes, if you marry them. Lions more confident, mountains and rocks • Pious. + Speed. In mortal fury half so peremptory, As we to keep this city. Here's a stay, That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his, But buffets better than a fist of France: Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; I see a yielding in the looks of France; Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their souls Are capable of this ambition: Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? 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 : (Except this city now by us besieg'd) Find liable to our crown and dignity, As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. 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; Till now infixed I beheld myself, Drawn in the flattering table* of her eye. [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), I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this, that nothing do I see in you (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge), That I can find should merit any hate K. John. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece? • Picture. Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom shall 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, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did so, when I was first assur❜d*. K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made; For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.Is not the lady Constance in this troop?— I know, she is not; for this matcli, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much:Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows. Lew. She is sad and passionatet at your highness' tent. K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we have made, Will give her sadness very little cure. Brother of England, how may we content Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, K. John. We will heal up all : For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town We make him lord of.-Call the lady Constance; Some speedy messenger bid her repair • Affianced. t Mournful. Advantage To our solemnity:-I trust we shall, [Exeunt all but the Bastard.-The Citizens retire from the walls. Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; 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, * Conspired. + Interest. $ Clasp. |