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To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death,
The rather that you give his offspring life ;
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
I give you welcome with a pow'rless hand,
But with a heart full of unitained love :
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, Duke.
Lewis. A noble boy! who would not do thee right?
Arift. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As feal to this indenture of my love;
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
from other lands her islanders;
Ev’n till that Englaod, hedg’d in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, ftill secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Ev'n till that outmost corner of the west,
Salute thee for her King. Till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Conf. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
To make a more requital to your love.
Ailft. The peace of Heav'n is theirs who lift their
In such a just and charitable war.
K. Phil. Well then, to work; our engines shall be
Against the brows of this resisting town; [bent
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages.
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmens' blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
'Const. Stay for an answer to your embaffy,
Left unadvis'd you
swords with blood.
My Lord Chatilion may from England bring
"That right in peace, which here we urge in war;
And then we shall repent cach drop of blood
"That hot raih hafte so indirectly shed.
K. Phil. A wonder, Lady! lo, upon thy with
Our messenger Chatilion is arriv'd.
What England says, say briefly, gentle Lord;
We coldly pause for thee. Chatilion, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paultry siege,
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
'Whose leisure I have staid, have giv’n him time
To land his legions all as soon as I.
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his-soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother Queen;
An Até, ftirring him to blood and Atrife.
With her, her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the King deceas’d,
And all th’unsettled humours of the land;
Rath, inconfid'rate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the Englith bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and fcathe in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlih drums [Drums beat,
Cuts off more circumitance; they are at hand.
To parly, or to fight, therefore prepare.
K. Phil. How much unlook'd for is this expedition !
Auft. By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion :
Let them be welcome then, we are prepard,
SC Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ, Enter King of England, Faulconbridge, Elinor, Blanch,
Pembroke, and others. K. John. Peace be to France, if France in peace perOur jutt and lineal entrance to our own:
[mit If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heav'n! Whiilt we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Their proud.contempt that beats his peace to heav'n.
K. Phil, Peace be to England, if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace ! England we love; and for that England's lake, With burthen of our armour here we sweat; This toil of ours should be a work of thine. But thou from loving England art so far, That thou haît underwrought its lawful King; Cut off the sequence of pofterity; Out-faced infant state ; and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his; This little abftract doth contain that large Which dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of Time Shall draw this brief into as large a volume. That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, And this his fon; England was Geffrey's right, And this is Geffrey's; in the name of God, How comes it then that thou art callid a King, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which own the crown that thou o’ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great commission, To draw my answer to thy articles ? [France,
K. Phil. From that supernal judge, that stirs good In any breast of strong authority,
[thoughts To look into the blots and stains of right. That judge hath made me guardian to this buy; Under whofe warrant I impeach thy wrong, And by whose help I mean to chastise it *.
-chastife it. K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. K. Phil. Excuse it, 'tis to beat usurping down
King John, this is the very sum of all;
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur I do claim of thee :
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms?
K. John, My life as soon.-I do defy thee, France.
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;
And out of my dear love I'll give thee more,
Than e'er the coward-hand of France can win *.
El. Who is 't that thou dost call usurper, France ?
Conft. Let me make anfwer : thy ufurping for.
Eli. Out, infolent! thy bastard fhall be King,
That thou may'lt be a Queen, and check the world!
Const My bed was ever to thy son as true!
As thine was to thy husband; and this boy,
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Than thou and John, in manners being as like
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard ! by my foul, I think
His father never was so true begot ;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that wonld blot thce.
Fouk. Hear the crier.
Auft. What the devil art thou ?
Faulc. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you,
An a'may catch your hide and you
You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;
I'll smoak your skin-coat, an I catch you right;
Sirrah, look to 't; i' faith, I will, i' faith.
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robea
That did difrobe the lion of that robe.
Faulc. "It lies as sightly on the back of him,
As great Alcides' thews upon an ass;
But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back,
Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
Aust. What cracker is this fame, that deafs our ears
With this abundance of fuperfluous breath?
King Philip, determine what we thall do strait.
K. Phil. Women and fools, break off your
conference King John, &c.
of France can win. Submit thee, boy.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.
Const. Do, child, go to it grandam, child.
Give grandam ķingdom, and it grandam will
K. Phil. Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
SCENE III. Enter a Citizen upon the wallsa
Cit. Who is it that hath warn’d us to the walls ?
K. Phil. 'Tis France, for England.
Give it a pluni, a cherry, and a fig.
There's a good grandam.
Arth. Good my mother, peace ;
I would that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weepše
Confi. Now shame upon you, whe'r he does or no!
His grandani's wrong, and not his mother's Thames,
Draws those heav'n-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
Which heav'n fhall take in nature of a fee :
Ay, with these cryftal beads heav'ıı ihall be brib’d,
To do him juítice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous Nanderer of heav'n and earth!"
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heav'n and earth!
Call me no Nanderer ; thou and thine usurp
The domination, royalties, and rights
Of this opprefied boy; this is thy eldest son's Colly,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee :
Thy sins are visited in this poor child ;
The canon of the law is laid on hin ;
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Conjle I have but this to say,
That he is not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her plague her lin; his injury,
Her injury, the beadle to her fin,
All punishid in the person of this child,
And all fur her; a plague upon her!
Eli. Thou unadvised fcold, I can produce
A will that bars the title of thy fon.
Confi. Ay, who doubts that? a will !--a wicked will;
A woman's will, a canker'd grandam's will. ·
K. Phil. Peace, Lady; pause, or be ore tem trato,
It ill be seems this presence to cry Aim
To thise ill-tuned repetitions.
Scme trumpet, 6c