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Partake to every one : I, an old turtle,
“ Will wing me to some wither’d bough, and there

My mate, that's never to be found again,
" Lament till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina :
Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine a wife. This is a match,
And made between’s by vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how, is to be question’d; for I saw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid many
A prayer upon

her

grave. I'll not seek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband. Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand; whose worth and honesty
Is richly noted, and here justified
By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place.
What? look upon my brother: both your pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks [To Her.
My ill fufpicion : this your son-in-law,
And son unto the Kingwhom heav'ns directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform’d in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissever'd. Haitily lead away.

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ΚΙ Ν G JOH

H N *.

DR A M A T IS PERSON Æ

King John.

Lewis, the Dauphin.
Prince Henry, fon to the King. Archduke of Austria.
Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, and Cardinal Pandulpho, the Pope's
nephew to the King.

Legate.
Pembroke,

Melun, a French Lord.
Eflex,

Chatilion, Ambasador from France
Salisbury, English Lords. to King John.
Hubert,

Elinor, Queen-mother of England.
Bigot,

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.
Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Effex, and

Salisbury, with Chatilion.
K. John.

TOW, fay, Chatilion, what would

France with us?
Ghat. Thus, after greeting, speaks

the King of France,
In my behaviour, to the Majesty,

* 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.

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The borrow'd Majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning; borrow'd Majesty !
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's fon,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays lawful claim
To this fair island and the territories;
To Ireland, Poiétiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine ;
Defiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways ufurpingly thefe several titles,
And

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

you

and me;

So much my conscience whifpers in your ear,
Which none but heav'n, and you, and I shall hear.

Ellex. My Liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from the country to be judg’d by you,
That e'er I heard: fhall I produce the men ?

K. John. Let them approach.
Our abbies and our priories shall pay
This expedition's charge. What men are you?

Sc Ε Ν Ε II.
Enter Robert Faulconbridge, and Philip his brother, the

bastard.
Phil. Your faithful fubject, I, a gentleman
Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.

K. John. What art thou ?
Robert. The fon and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

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

born,
Doth helay claim to thine inheritance ?

Phil., I know not why, except to get the land;
Bilt once he Nánder'd me with bastardy:
But whether I be true begot or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head

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But that I am as well begọt, my Liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me !),
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him;
O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heav’n thanks I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heav'n lent us

here?
Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Do you not read some tokens of

my

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

my

land ? A half-fac'd groat, five hundred pound a-year !

Rob. My gracious Liege, when that my father liv'd,
Your brother did employ my father much?
Phil. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my

land. Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.

Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany; there with the Emperor
To treat of high affairs touching that time :
Th’advantage of his absence took the King,
And in the mean time fojourn'd at my father's;
Where, how he did prevail, I shame to speak :
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself),
When this fame lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his deathbed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my Liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him.

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