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SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle. Macd.

I have no words, Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodies vilain

Than terms can give thee out! {They fight MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with boughs.

Macb.

Thou losest labour Mal. Now, near enough; your leavy screens throw As easy may’st thou the intrenchant air down,

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : And shew like those you are :- You, worthy uncle, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; Shall with my cousin, your right-noble son, I bear a charmed life which must not yield Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, To one of woman born. Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

Macd.

Despair thy charm;
According to our order.

And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Siw.
Fare you well.

Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Do we but find the tyrant's power to night, Untimely ripp'd.
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [breath, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all For it bath cow'd my better part of man ! Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, [Ereunt. diarums continued. That palter with us in a double sense ;

That keep the word of promise to our ear,
SCENE VII.- The same. Another part of the Plain. And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Enter MACBETH.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What's he, Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,
That was not born of womau ? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

Here may you see the tyrant.
Macb.

I'll not yield,
Enter young SIWARD.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Yo. Siw. What is thy name?

And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter And thou opposid, being of no woman born, Than any is in hell.

[name Yet I will try the last: Before my body Macb. My name's Macbeth.

I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff ; Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. More hateful to mine ear.

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(Eseunt, fighting. Macb. No, nor more fearful."

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with drum and colours, Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword

Malcolm, old SIWARD, Rosse, Lenox, Angus, I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.

CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. [They fight, and young Srward is slain. Macb. l'hou wast born of woman

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, Brandish'd bv man that's of a woman born. (Erit. So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Macd 'That way the noise is : Tyrant, shew thy face: He only liv'd but till he was a man ;

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

The which no sooner had his powers confirm'd
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

In the unshrinking station where he fought,
Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth, But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead ? Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

[sorrow I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; Must not be measur’d by his worth, for then

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field . your case of By this great clatter, one of greatest note

It hath no end. Seems lruited. Let me find him, fortune!

Sin.

Had he his hurts before? And more I beg not.

[ Elit. Alarum.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siu.

Why, then God's soldier be he! Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: Had I as many sons as I have hairs, The tyrant's people on both sides do fight:

I would not wish them to a faires death : The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;

And so his knell is knoll'd. The day almost itself professes yours,

Mal.

He'n worth more sorrow And little is to do.

And that I'll spend for him.
Mal.
We have met with foes

Siw.

He's worth no more, That strike beside us.

They say, he parted well, and paid his score : Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. (Eseunt. Alarum. So, God be with him!--Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACBETH.'

Re-enter MacruFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Rehold, where Do better upon them.

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free : [stands

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Re-enter MACD'FF.

That speak my salutation in their minds , Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, turn. Whose voices I desire aloud with miue,Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : Hail, king of Scotland! But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. With blood of thine already.

i Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of sime,

Before we reckon with your several loves, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend - like queen:
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Heuceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Took off her life;—This, and what needful else
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
Which would be planted newly with the time,- We will perform in measure, time, and place :
As calling home our exii'd friends abroad,

So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ;

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Producing forth the cruel ministers

(Flourish. Exeunt.

This play is deservedly celebrated for the propriety of its | whether it may not be said, in defence of some parts which now fictions, and solemnity, grandeur, as.d variety of its action; but seem

improbable, that, in Shakspeare's time, it was necessary it has no dice discriminations of character: the events are too to warn credulity against vain aud illusive predictions. kreat to admit the influence of particular dispositions, and the The passions are directed to their true end. Lady Macbeth course of the action necessarily determines the conduct of the is merely detested; and though the courage of Macbeth preagents.

serves some esteem, yet erery reader rejoices at his fall. The danger of ambition is well described ; and I know Dot JOHNSON.

KING JOHN.

This play appears to have been written in 1596, but was not sented as plundering a monastery, there are strokes of humour, published all 1623. It was founded on the old play called which seem, from their particular turn, to have been most The troublesome reign of King John, which was printed in 1591, evidently produced by another hand than that of our author. and is attributed by Pope, though he does not state bis au of this historical drama there is a subsequent edition in 1611, thority, to the joint efforts of Shakspeare and Rowley.-The printed for John Helme, whose name appears before none of elder play was iwice published with ihe initials of Shakspeare the genuine pieces of Shakspeare. Mr. Steevens admitted on the title page. Shak speare has preserved the greatesi part this play as our author's own, among the twenty which be of the conduct of it, as well as some of the lines. The num. published from the old editions: he afterwards, perhaps with ber of quotations from Horace, and similar scraps of learning. out sufficient grounds, receved from that opinion. scattered over this piece, ascertain it to have been the work of The action of the present tragedy occupies a space of abont 1 scholar. It contaios likewise a qoantity of rhyming Latin, seventeen years; beginning at the thirty-fourth year of King and ballad-metre; and in a scene where the Bastard is repre Joho's life.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

ACT I. Kino John,

SCENE 1. PRINCE Henry, his son ; afterwards King Henry III. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke Northampton.—A Room of State in the Palace.

of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.

SALISBUBY, and others, with CHATILLON. GEFFREY Fitz-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England.

King John. Now, say, Chatilion, what would France

with us? WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, HUBERT DE Burgh, chamberlain to the King.

In my behaviour, to the majesty, Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert Faulcon. The borrow'd majesty of England here. bridge.

Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty! Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son

K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. to King Richard the First.

Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge

Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Peten of Pomfret, a prophet.

Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim.

To this fair island, and the territories;
Philip, King of France.
Lewis, the Dauphin

To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine · ARCHDUKE of AUSTRIA.

Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, Cardinal PanduLPH, the Pope's legate.

Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; MELUN, a French lord.

And put the same into young Arthur's hand,

Thy nephew and right royal sovereign. CHATILLON, amhassador from France to King John.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother of Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, King Joba.

To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. (blood, CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.

K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and Controlment for controlment : so answer France. niece to King John.

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and The furthest limit of my embassy. Robert Faulconbridge.

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace

Be thou as lightning in the eyes
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, For ere thou canst report I will be there,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Allendants. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :

So, hence' Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, SCENE, sometimes in ENGLAND, and And sudden presage of your own decay, sometimes in FRANCE.

An honourabie conduct let him have :

of France ;

Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.

Your brother did employ my father much ; (Exeunt Chatillos and PEMBROKE. Bust. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land: Eli. What now, my son! have I not ever said, Your tale must be, low he employ'd my moi:er. How that ambitious Constance would not cease, Rob. And once despatch'd him in an eml'assy Till she had kiudled France, and all the world, To Germany, there, with the emperor. Upon the right and party of her son ?

To treat of high affairs touching inat time : This might have been prevented, and made whole, The advantage of his absence took the king. With very easy arguments of love ;

And in the mean time sojourn d at my father's; Which now the manage of two kingdoms inust Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores X.John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. Between my father and my mother lay,

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : (right; When this same lusty gentleman was got.
So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who

That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And, if he were,

he came into the world
whispers Essex

Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy. Then, good ny liege, let me have what is mine, Come from the country to be judged by you, That e 'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ?

My father's land, as was my father's will. K. John. Let them approach.-,

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; (Exit Sheriff.

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands Puulip, his bustard Brother.

That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, This expedition's charge.- What men are you? Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,

Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son, In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;

This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; A soldier, by the honour.giving hand

In sooth, he might : then, if he were my brother's, Of Cæur de-lion knighted in the field.

My brother might not claim himn; nor your father, K. John. What art thou?

Being none of his, refuse him : This concludes,Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. My mother's son did get your father's heir ;

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? | Your father's heir must have your father's land. You came not of one inother then, it seems.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, To dispossess that child which is not his? That is well known : and, as I think, one father : Bust. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Than was his will to get me, as I think. I put you o 'er to heaven, and to my mother ;

Eli. Whether hadsi thou rather,-be a FaulconOf that I doubt, as all men's children may

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; [bridge,
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion,
And wound her honour with this diffidence (mother, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ?

Bast. 1, madam ? no, 1 have no reason for it; Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shapo,
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; And I had his, sir Robert his, like him ;
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
At least from fair five hundred pound a year: My arms such eel skins stuffd; my face so thin,
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,

K. John. A good bluat fellow:- Why,being younger Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings goes! Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? (born, And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,

Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. 'Would I might never stir from off this place, But once he slander 'd me with bastardy:

I'd give it every foot to have this face ; But whe's I be as true begot, or no,

I would not be sir Nob in any case. That still I lay upon my mother's head;

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake tby fortune But, that I am as well begot, my liege,

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me! (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I am a soldier, and now bound to France. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Bust. Brother, take you my land. I'll take my chasco. If old sir Robert did beget us both,

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year; And were our father, and this son like him ;- Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.O old sir Robert, father, on my knee

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. I give heaven thanks, I was not like

thee.

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Why, wliat a madcap hath heaven lent us Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.

Eli. He hath a trick of Caur-de lion's face, (here! K. John. What is thy name? The accent of his tongue affecteth him :

Bast. Philip, my liege ; so is my name begun; Do you not read some tokens of my son

Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. In the large composition of this man?

K.John. From henceforth bear his name whose form K. Joha. Mine eye hath well examined his parts.

thou bear'st : and finds thein perfect Richard. — Sirrah, speak, Kneel thou down Plilip, but arise more great ; What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Arise, sir Richard, and 'Plantagenet. {hand;

Bast. Because he hath a bali-face, like my father : Bust. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your With that half face would he have all my land : My father gave me honour, yours gave laud : A half.faced groat five huadred pound a-year! Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,

Rob My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d, When I was got, sir Robert was away.

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!—

Su Robert might have eat his part in me I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so.

l'pon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Bust. Nadam, by chance, but not by truth: What Sir Robert could do well ; Marry (to confess!) Something about, a little from the right, (though? Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch; We know his handy-work :- Therefore, good mother, Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; To whom am I beholden for these liinbs!

And have his have, however men do catch Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Near ur far off, well won is still well shot;

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, And I am I, howe'er 1 was begot.

(sire, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? K.John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy de- What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? A landless knight makes thce a landed 'squire. Bast. Knight, knight,good mother,—Basilisco-like: Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed What! I ain dubbd; I have it on my shoulder. For France, for France; for it is more than need. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ;

Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to thee! I have disclaim 'd sir Robert, and my land; For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.

Legitimation, name, and all is gone : (Eseunt all but the Bastard. Then, good iny mother, let me know my father ; A foot of honour better than I was;

Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? But many a foot of land the worse.

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a faulconbridge ? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Good den, sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fellow:- Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father: And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : By long and vehement suit I was seduc d for new-snade honour doth forgel men's names ; To make room for him in my husband's bed :Tis too respective, and too sociable,

Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! For your conversion. Now your traveller,- Thou art the issue of my dear offence, He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Why then 1 suck my teeth, and catechise

Madam, I would not wish a better father. My picked man of countries: — -- My dear sir, Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,)

And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly : shall beseech you - That is question now; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, – And then comes answer like an ABC-book :- Subjécted tribute to commanding love, 0, sir, says answer, at your best command;

Against whose fury and unmatched force At your employment ; ut your service, sir :

The aweless lion could not wage the fight, No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And so, ere answer knows what question would, He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, And talking of the Alps and Apeonines,

With all my heart I thank thee for my father! The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well It draws toward supper in conclusion so.

When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. But this is worshipful society,

Coine lady, I will shew thee to my kin; And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :

And they shall say, when Richard me begot, For he is but a bastard to the time,

If thou hadst said bim nay, it had been sin : Who dotb not smack of observation;

Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not [Eseuni. (And so ain I, whether I smack, or no ;) And not alone in habit and device, Exterior form, outward accoutrement; But from the inward motion to deliver

ACT II. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth Which, though I will not practise to deceive, SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of Angiors. Yet to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.

Enter on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA, and But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France, and What woman post is this ? hath she no husband, Forces ; Lewis, Constance, ARTHUR, and AtThat will take pains to blow a horn before her ?

tendants.

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, and James Gurney. Arthur, that great fore runner of thy blood, O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady?

Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, What brings you here to court so hastily?

And fought the holy wars in Palestine, Lady F Where is that slave, thy brother? where is By this brave duke came early to his grave: That holds in chase mine honour up and down? (he? And, for amends to his posterity,

Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son? At our importance hither is he come, Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf ; Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

And to rebuke the usurpation Lady F.Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, of thy unnatural uncle, English John ; Sir Robert's son: Why scorn 'st thou at sir Robert ? Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. He is sir Robert's son ? and so art thou.

Arth. God shall forgive you Cænr-de-lion's death, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? The rather, that you give his offspring life, Gur, Good leave, good Philip.

Shadowing their right under your wings of war: Bast.

Philip!--sparrow!-James, 1 give you welcome with a powerless hand, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. But with a heart full of unstained love:

[Erit GURNEY. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Vadam, I was not old sir Robert's son ;

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, If not; bleed France, and peace ascend tcnearen . As seal to this indenture of my love ;

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct That to my home I will no more return,

Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war return Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, From France to England, there to live in peace! Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, England we love; and, for that England's sake, And coops from other lands her islanders,

With burden of our annour here we sweat: Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, This toil of ours should be a work of thine That water-walled bulwark, still secure

But thou from loving England art so far, And confident from foreign purposes,

That thou hast under-grought his lawful king, Even till that utmost corner of the west

Cut off the sequence of posterity, Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his To make a more requital to your love.

This litile abstract doth contain that large, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time In such a just and charitable war. [swords Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.

K. Phi. Well then, to work ; our cannon shall be That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, Against the brows of this resisting town. (bent And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, To cull the plots of best advantages :

How comes it then, that thou art call's a king, We'll lay before this town our royal bones, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Wade to the market place in Frenchmen's blood, Which own the crown that thou o'er-masterest? But we will make it subject to this boy.

K. John. From whom hast thou this great com. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

mission, France, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : To draw my answer from thy articles ? My lord Chatillon may from England bring

K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs good That right in peace, which here we urge in war ; If any breast of strong authority, [thoughts And then we shall repent each drop of blood, To look into the blots and stains of right. That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:

Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;
Enter Chatillon,

And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it.
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!--lo, upon thy wish, K.John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv’d. -

K. Phi. Excuse ; it is to beat usurping down. What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ! We coolly pause for thee ; Chatillon, speak.

Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, Eli. Out, insolent ! thy bastard shall be king; And stir them up against a mightier task.

That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! England, impatient of your just demands,

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
Hath put himself in arms; ihe adverse winds, As thine was to thy hu-band : and this boy
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him tiine Liker in feature to bis father Geffrey,
To land his legions all as soon as 1 :

Than thou and John in manners; being as like, His marches are expedient to this town,

As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.

My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
With him along is come the mother-queen, His father never was so true begot ;
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife ;

It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain : Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
With them a bastard of the king deceased :

father.

[blot thee. And all the unsettled humours of the land,

Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Rash, inconsiderate, fiery, voluntaries,

Aust. Peace!
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, - Bast. Hear the cricr.
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Aust.

What the devil art thou? Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you. To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, You are the hare of whoru the proverb goes, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; Did never float upon the swelling tide,

I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; To do offence and scath in Christendom.

Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith. The interruption of their churlish drums (Drums beat. Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe Cuts off more circumstance : they are at hand, That did disrobe the lion of that robe! To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.

Bust. It lies as sightly on the back of him, K. Phi. How much unlook’d-for is this expedition! As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much But, ass, I'll take that birden from your back; We must awake endeavour for defence;

Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. For courage mounteth with occasion :

Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. With this abundance of superfluous breath?

K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Enter King John, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard,

Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference,PEMBROKE, and Forces.

King John, this is the very sum of all, -, K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Our just and lineal entrance to our own! (perinit' In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:

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