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Partake to every one : I, an old turtle,
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Leo. O peace, Paulina :
grave. I'll not seek far
ΚΙ Ν G JOH
H N *.
DR A M A T IS PERSON Æ
Lewis, the Dauphin.
Melun, a French Lord.
Chatilion, Ambasador from France
Elinor, Queen-mother of England.
Constance, mother to Arthur. Philip Faulconbridge, bastard son Blanch, daughter to Alphonso King to Richard I.
of Castile, and niece to K. John. Robert Faulconbridge, supposed | Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the brother to the bastard.
bastard and Robert FaulconJames Gurney, servant to the bridge. Lady Faulconbridge.
Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, ExPeter of Pomfret, a prophet. ecutioners, Messengers, Sola Philip, King of France.
diers, and other Attendants. The SCENE, Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
A CT 1. SC EN E I.
The court of England.
Salisbury, with Chatilion.
TOW, fay, Chatilion, what would
France with us?
the King of France,
* The troublesome reign of King John was written in two parts by W. Shakespear and W. Rowley, and printed 1611. But the present play is entirely different, and infinitely superior to it. Mr Pope.
The borrow'd Majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning; borrow'd Majesty !
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy nephew, and right-royal sovereign.
K. John. What follows if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, T'inforce these rights fo forcibly with-held. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, Controulment for controulment; fo answer France.
Chat. Then take my King's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my embaffy.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace, Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report, I will be there, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard. So, hence! be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And sullen presage of your own decay. An honourable conduct let him have; Pembroke, look to’t; farewe! Chatilion.
[Excunt Chat, and Pem. Eli. What-now, my son, have I not ever said, How that ambitious Constance woull not cease, Till she had kindled France and all the world, Upon the right and party of her fon? This might have been prevented, and made whole With very easy arguments of lore; Which now the
manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K. John. Our strong poffeffion, and our right for us Eli. Your strong possession much more than your
right, Or else it mult go wrong with
So much my conscience whifpers in your ear,
Ellex. My Liege, here is the strangest controversy
K. John. Let them approach.
Sc Ε Ν Ε II.
K. John. What art thou ?
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother, then, it seems.
Phil. Most certain of one mother, mighty King, That is well known; and, as I think, one father : But, for the certain knowledge of that iruth, I put you o’er to heav'n, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all mens' children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Phil. I, Madam? no, I have no reason for it; "That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; The which if he can prove, he pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a-year. Heav’n guard my mother's honour, and my land ! K. John. A good blunt fellow;, why, being younger
Phil., I know not why, except to get the land;
But that I am as well begọt, my Liege,
son In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Phil. Because he hath a half-face like my father, With that half-face would he have all
land ? A half-fac'd groat, five hundred pound a-year !
Rob. My gracious Liege, when that my father liv'd,
land. Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;