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Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle ;
And now, instead of bullets wrap'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words folded
To make a faithless error in your ears ;
Which trust accordingly, kiod citizens ;
And let in us, your King, whose labour'd spirits,.
Fore-weary'd in this action of swift speed,
Crave harbourage within your city walls.
K. Philip. When I have said, make answer to us both.
Lo! in this right hand, whose protection
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ;
Son to the elder brother of this man,
And King o'er him, and all that he enjoys.
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
In the relief of this oppreffed child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty, which you truly owe
To him that owns it ; namely, this young princes
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Save in aspect, hath all offence feal'd up:
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
Against th' invulnerable clouds of heav'n ;:
And with a blessed, and unvext retire,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd,,
We will bear home that lusty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town ;-
And leave your children, wives, and you
in peace. .
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walls
Can hide you from our messengers of war:
Tho' all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it?'
Os shall we give the signal to our rage,
And Italk in blood to our poffefsion ?
Cit. In brief, we are the King of England's subjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
Cit. That can we not ; but he that proves the King, To him will we prove loyal ; till that time, Have we ramm’d
up our gates against the world. K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the
And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed-
Faulc. (Baltards, and elle.)
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Philip. As many, and as well-born bloods as those
Faulc. (Some bastards too.)
K. Philip. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.
Cit. Till you compound, whose right is worthiest,
We for the worthiest hold the right from both.
K. John. Then God forgive the fin of all those souls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful tryal of our kingdom's King! K. Philip. Amen, Amen. - Mount, chevaliers, to
arms! Faul. Saint George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence. Sirrah, were I at home
At your den, firrah, with your Lioness,
I'd set an ox-head to your Lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.
Auft. Peace, no more.
Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the Lion roar.
K. John. Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth In belt appointment all our regiments.
Faulc. Speed then to take th' advantage of the field.
K. Philip. It fall be so; and at the other hill Command the rest to stand. God, and our right!
A long Charge founded: then, after excursions, enter the
Herald of France with trumpets to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
And let young Arthur Duke of Bretagne in ;
Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose fons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
And many a widow.'s husband groveling lyes,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
While victory with little lofs doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Who are at hand triumphantly display'd,
To enter conquerors; and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's King, and yours,
Enter English Herald with Trumpets.
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers; ring your bells;
King Jobn, your King and England's, doth approach,
Commander of this hot malicious day.
Their armours, that march'd hence, so silver-bright,
Hither return all gilt in Frenchmens' blood.
There stuck no plume in any English Crest,
That is removed
by a staff of France.
Our Colours do return in those fame hands,
That did display them when we first march'd forth ;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lufty English, all with purpled hands;
Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes.
Open your gates, and give the victors way.
Cit. Heralds, from off our tow'rs we might behold,
From first to last, the Onset and Retire
Of both your armies, whose equality
By our beit eyes cannot be censured ;
Blood bath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted
Both are alike, and both alike we like;
One must prove greatest. While they weigh so even,
We hold our town for neither ; yet for both.
Enter the two Kings with their Powers, at several Doors.
K. John, France, haft thou yet more blood to caft
Say, shall the current of our Right run on!
Whose passage, vext with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
With course disturb'd ev'n thy confining shores ;
Unless thou let his silver water keep
A peaceful progress to the ocean.
K. Philip. England, thou hast not fav’d one drop of
In this hot tryal, more than we of France ;
Rather loft more. And by this hand I swear,
That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
Before we will lay by our just-borne arms,
put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear;
Or add a royal number to the dead;
Gracing the scroul, that tells of this war's loss,
With slaughter coupled to the name of Kings.
Faulc. Ha! Majesty,-how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of Kings is set on fire!
Oh, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his phangs;
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men
In undetermin'd diff'rences of Kings.
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry havock, Kings; back to the stained field,
You equal Potents, fiery-kindled spirits !
Then let Confufion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death.
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet
admit? K. Philip. Speak, Citizens, for England, who's your
Cit. The King of England, when we know the King.
K. Philip. Know him in us, that here hold up his
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear poffeffion of our person here;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
Cit. A greater pow's, than ye, denies all this; (7) And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former fcruple in our strong-barr'd gates. Kings of our fears, until our fears resolv'd Be by some certain King purg'd and depos'd. Faulo. By heav'n, the Scroyles of Angiers flout you,
Kings, And stand securely on their battlements, As in a Theatre, whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death. You royal presences, be rul'd by me; Do like the Mutines of Jerufalem, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town. By east and west let France and England mount Their batt'ring cannon charged to the mouths ; Till their soul-fearing clamours have brauld down The finty ribs of this contemptuous City. I'd play incessantly upon these jades; Even till unfenced defolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. That done, diffever your united strengths, And part your mingled Colours once again ; Turn face to face, and bloody point to point. Then in a moment fortunę shall call forth Out of one side her happy minion ; To whom in favour she shall give the day, And kiss him with a glorious Victory: How like you this wild counsel, mighty States ? Smacks it not something of the Policy? K. John. 'Now by the sky, that hangs above our
heads, I like it well. France, shall we knit our Pow'rs; And lay this Angiers even with the ground,
(7) A greater Pow'r than We denies all this;] We must cora tainly read, as Mr. Warburton acutely observ'd to Me;
A greater Pow'r, than Ye, denies all this: i. e. Tho' each of you pretend to be our rightful Kings, you are as yet only so in fwaying over our Fears, in the Terrors we have of youj not acknowledg'd Kings in our Obedience.