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And so his knell is knollid.
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Henceforth be earls; the first, that ever Scotland And that I'll spend for him.
In such an honour nam'd! What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time, -
Re-enter MACDUFF, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Producing forth the cruel ministers
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place. Hail, king of Scotland!
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, All. King of Scotland, hail !
(Flourish. Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone! Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,
(Flourish. Exeunt. Before wereckon with your several loves,
Person of the Br a m a. King Jons.
| Philip, king of France. Prince Henry, his son ; afterwards king Henry III. Lewis, the dauphin. AKTIIUR, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, lute duke Archduke of Austria. of Bretagne, ihe elder brother of King John. Cardinal PÁNDULPH, the Pope's legale. WILLIAM MARESHALL, earl of Pembroke.
MELUN, a French lord. GEFTREY Fitz-Peter, earl of Essex, chief justiciary Chatillos, ambassador from France to king John. of England.
Elixon, the widow of king Henry II. and mother of William LONGSWORD, earl of Salisbury.
king John. Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Constance, mother to Arthur. HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the king.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and Robert Faulconbridge, son of Sir Robert Faulcon- niece to king John. bridge.
Lady FautCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and RoPhilip FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, basturd son bert Faulconbridge. to king Richard the first.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, JAMES GURNEY, servant to lady Faulconbridge. Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other AttenPeter of Pomfret, a prophet.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, SCENE I. — Vorthampton. A Room of state in the Controlment for controlment. So answer France. palace.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, Enter King John, Queen Elinor, PEMBROKE, Essex, The furthest limit ofmy embassy! SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace! K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; with us?
For ere thou canst report, I will be there, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard. In my behaviour, to the majesty,
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, The borrow'd majesty of England here.
And sullen presage of your own decay!Eli. A strange beginning! - borrow'd majesty! An honourable conduct let hiin have: K.John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy! Pembroke, look to't! Farewell, Chatillon ! Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
(Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Ofthy deceased brother Gellrey's son,
Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever said, Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
This might have been prevented and made whole
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. Chat. The proud contronl of fierce and bloody war,| Eli. Your strong possession much more, than your To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld.
Or else it must go wrong with yon, and me. (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
full fourteen wecks before the course of time. That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men ?
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers ; This expedition's charge. - What men are you? Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands,
Bust. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
This calf, bred from his cow, froin all the world; K. John. What art thou ?
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. My brother might not claim him; nor your father, K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes, You came not of one mother then, it seems..
My mother's son did get your father's heir; Bust. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Your father's heir must have your father's land. That is well known; and, as I think, one father: Rob. Shallthen my father's will be of no force, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
To dispossess that child, which is not his? I put you o’er to heaven, and to my mother;
Bast. Of no more force to disposses me, sir, of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Than was his will to get me, as I think. Eli. Out on thee, rude mau! thou dost shame thy Eli. Whether hadst thou rather: be a Faulconmother,
bridge, And wound her honour with this disidence.
And,like thy broth r, to enjoy thy land; Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, That is my brother's plea, and none ofmine;
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? The which if he can prove, ’a pops me out
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, At least from fair five hundred pounds a-year. And I had his, sir R beri his, like him : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! And if my legs wer" iwo such riding-rods, K.John. A good bluntfellow ! - Why, being youn- My arms such eel-skins stuffd, my face so thin, gerborn,
That in mine car I durst not stick a rose, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,
'Would I might never stir from off this place, That still I lay upon my mother's head;
I'd give it every foot to havn this face; But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
I would not be sir Nobin any case. (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Eli. I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself!
Bequeath thylan't him, and follow me? If old sir Piobert did beget us both,
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. And were our father, and this son like him
Bast. Brother, take you myland, Tll take my chance : 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. K.John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. here !
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Eli, He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face, Bust. Our country manners give our betters way. The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
K. John. What is thy name? Do you not read some tokens of my son
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; In the large composition of this man?
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, K. John. From henceforth bear his name, whose form And finds them perfect Richard. — Sirrah, speak,
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet!
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy I am thy prandame, Richard; call me so!
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by trath : what To treat of high affairs touching that time.
though? The advantage of his absence took the king,
Something about, a little from the right, And in the mean time sojourn’d at my father's
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; But truth is truth; largelengths of seas and shores And have is have, however men do catch: Between my father and my mother lay,
Near or far off, well won is still well shot:
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
What means this scorn, thou most ontoward knave? K.Jolin. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire, Bast. Knight,knight, good mother! - Basilisco-like: A landless knight makes thee a landed’squire. — What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. Come, madam, and come, Richard ! we must speed But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; For France, for France; for it is more than need, I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Bast. Brother, adieu! Good fortune come to thee! Legitimation, name, and allis
gone: For thou wast got i'the way of honesty :
Then, good my mother, let me know my father! (Exeunt all but the Bastard. Some proper nian, I hope! Who was it, mother? A foot of honour better than I was;
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a l'aulconbridge? But many a many foot of land the worse.
Bast. As faithfully, as I deny the devil. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :
Lady F.King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father; Good den, sir Richard, God-a-mercy, fellow ; – By long and ychement suit I was seduc'd And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: To make room for him in my husband's bed : For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Ilcaven lay not my transgression to my charge! 'Tis to respective, and too sociable,
Thon art the issue of my dear offence, For your conversion. Now your traveller
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. He and his tooth-piek at my worship’s mess;
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And when my knightly stomach is suflic'd,
Madam, I would not wish a better father. Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, My picked man of countries : – My dear sir, And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly : (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, I shall beseech you - That is question now;
Subjected tribute to commanding love, And then comes answer like an ABC-book:
Against whose fury and unmatched force ( sir, says answer, at your best command;
The awless lion could not wage the fight, At your employment; at your service, sir:
Norkeep his princely heart from Richard's hand. No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : He, that perforcerobs lions of their hearts, And so, ere answer knows, what question would, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. It draws toward supperin conclusion so.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; But this is worshipful society,
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin. For he is but a bastard to the time,
Who says, it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. (Exeunt. That doth not smack of observation; (And so am I, whether Ismack, or no ;) And not alone in habit and device,
ACT II. Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
SCENE I. - France. Before the walls of Angiers. But from the inward motion to deliver
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria; and forSweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: ces; on the other, Pailip, king of France, and forWhich, though I will not practise to deceive,
ces; Lewis, Constance, Akther, and Altendunts, Yet, to avoid deeeit, I mean to learn ;
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. - Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, What woman--post is this? hath she no husband, And fought the holy wars in Palestine, That will take pains to blow a horn before her? By this brare duke came early to his grave:
Enter Lady FauLCONBRIDGE and James Gurner. And, for amends to his posterity, O me! it is my
mother.- How now, good lady? At our importance hither is he come, What brings you here to court so hastily?
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf, Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? where And to rebuke the usurpation is he?
Oftly unnatural uncle, English John. That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither!
Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son ? Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death, Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
The rather, that you give his offspring life, Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Shadowing their right under your wings of war. Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Sir Robert's son. Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? But with a heart full of unstained love. He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke! Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Gur. Good leave, good Philip!
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay [this zealous kiss, Bast. Philip? — sparrow! -- James,
As seal to this indenture of my love, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. That to my home I will no more return,
[Exit Gurney. Till Angiers, and the right, thou hast in France, Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son.
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: And coops from other lands her islanders, Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!) Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
That water-walled bulwark, still secure Weknow his handy-work.— Therefore, good mother, and confident from foreign purposes, To whom am I beholden for these limbs?
Even till that utmost corner of the west Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour?l Const. O, take his mother's thauks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, swords
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's. In the name of God,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown, that thou o'ermasterest? To cull the plots of best advantages !
K. John. From whom hast thou this great commisWe'll lay before this town our royal bones,
sion, France, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, To draw my answer from thy articles ? But we will make it subject to this boy.
K. Phi. From that sapernal judge, that stirs good Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
thoughts Lest unadvis'd
you stain your swords with blood ! In any breast of strong authority, My lord Chatillon may from England bring
To look into the blots
and stains of right.
And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
Const. Let me makeanswer: thy usarping son. We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak! Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, That thon mav'st be a queen, and check the world! And stir them up against a mightier task!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
As rain to water, or devilto his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think, His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
His fainer never was so true begot; With him along is come the mother-queen,
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. As Até, stirring him to blood and strite;
Eli. There's a good mother, boy,that blots thy father. With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; Const. There's a % od grandam, boy, that would blot With them a bastard of the king deceas’d:
thee. And all the unsettled humours of the land,
Aust. Peace ! Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
Bast. Hear the crier!
You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith!
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,
As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass: -
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our cars For courage mounteth with occasion:
With this abundance of superfluous breath? Let them be welcome them, we are prepar'd.
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Enter King John, Elixor, Blanca, the Bastard, Pen- Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference! BROKE, and forces.
King John, this is the very sum ofall, K.John.Peace be to France; if France in peace permit England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more,
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child !
Const. Do, child, go to it grandam, child :
Give grandam kingdom, and it' graudam will
There's a good grandam.
Arth. Good my mother, peace! Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face !
I am not worth this coil, that's made for me. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. This little abstract doth contain that large,
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or po!
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, \Is most divinely vow'd apon the right
Son to the elder brother of thisman,
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In the relief of this oppressed child,
To pay that duty, which you truly owe,
To him that owes it, namely, this young prince ! The canon of the law is laid on him,
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Being but the second generation
Savein aspect, have all offence seal'd up; Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent K. John. Bedlam, have done!
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; Const. I have but this to say,
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, That he's not only plagued for her sin,
With nohack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis d, But God hath made her sin and her the plague We will bear home that lusty blood again, On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
Whick here we came to spout against your town, And with her plague, her sin; his injury
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Her injury,- the beadle to her sin ;
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, All punish'd in the person of this child,
'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls And all for her ; a plague upon her!
Can hide you from our messengers of war; Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
Though all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
In that behalf, which we have challenged it?
And stalk in blood to our possession?
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subject's ; Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
For him, and in his right, we hold this town. These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, K.John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me iu ! Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's !
1 Cit. That can we not: but he, that proves the king, Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. To him will we prove loyal; till that time, 1 Cit. Whois it, that hath warnd us to the walls? Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the K. John. England, foritself:
king? You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,- And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,
K.Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed, Our trumpet callid you to this gentle parle.
Bast. Bastards, and else. K. John. For our advantage. — Therefore hear us K. John. To verify our title with their lives. first!
K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods, as those,These flags of France, that are advanced here
Bast. Some bastards too. Before the eye and prospect of your town,
K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. Have hither march'd to your endamagement: 1 Cit. Till you compound, whose right is worthiest, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :
That to their everlasting residence, All preparation for a bloody siege,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, And merciless proceeding by these French,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates ; K. Phi. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers ! to arms! And, but for our approach, these sleeping stones, Bast. St George,—that swing’d the dragon, and e'er That as a waist do girdle you about,
since, By the compulsion of their ordnance
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Teach us some fence! — Sirrah, were I at home Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
At your den, sirrah, (To Austria.] with your lion-ss, For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,
And make a monster of you. Whe painfully, with much expedient march,
Aust. Peace; no more! Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Bast., 0, tremble! for you hear the lion roar. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,- K.John.Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set forth, Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : In best appointment, all our regiments. And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
Bast: Speed then, to take advantage of the field ! To make a shaking fever in your walls,
K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis) and at the other They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,
hill To make a faithless error in your ears :
Command the rest to stand !-God, and our right! Which trust aceordingly, kind citizens,
SCENE II. -The same. And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Alurums and excursions; then a retreat. Enter a F'orwearied in this aetion of swift speed,
French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. Crave harbourage within your city walls.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both! And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made