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Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchfafe a parle
K. Philip. When I have faid, make answer to us both.
And King o'er him, and all that he enjoys.
In warlike march these greens before your town:
Than the constraint of hofpitable zeal,
To pay that duty, which you truly owe
To him that owns it; namely, this young princes
With unhack'd fwords, and helmets all unbruis'd,.
And ftalk in blood to our poffeffion?
Cit. In brief, we are the King of England's fubjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in. Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the King, To him will we prove loyal; till that time,
Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.
K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the
And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed-
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Philip. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.
K. John. Then God forgive the fin of all thofe fouls, That to their everlasting refidence,
Before the dew of evening fall, fhall fleet,
K. Philip. Amen, Amen.
Mount, chevaliers, to
Faulc. Saint George, that fwing'd the dragon, and e'er
Sits on his horfeback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us fome fence. Sirrah, were I at home
At your den, firrah, with your Lioness,
I'd fet an ox-head to your Lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.
Auft. Peace, no more.
Faulc. O, tremble; for
hear the Lion roar.
K. John. Up higher to the plain, where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments.
Faulc. Speed then to take th' advantage of the field. K. Philip. It fhall be fo; and at the other hill Command the reft to ftand.
God, and our right!
A long Charge founded: then, after excurfions, enter the Herald of France with trumpets to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur Duke of Bretagne in; Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose fons lye fcatter'd on the bleeding ground: And many a widow's husband groveling lyes, Coldly embracing the difcolour'd earth; While victory with little lofs doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hand triumphantly display'd, To enter conquerors; and to proclaim Arthur of Bretagne, England's King, and yours. Enter English Herald with Trumpets.
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers; ring your bells; King John, your King and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day.
Their armours, that march'd hence, fo filver-bright,
Our Colours do return in those fame hands,
That did difplay them when we first march'd forth;
Cit. Heralds, from off our tow'rs we might behold, From first to laft, the Onset and Retire
Of both your armies, whofe equality
Blood bath bought blood, and blows have anfwer'd blows;
Strength match'd with ftrength, and power confronted power.
Both are alike, and both alike we like;
One must prove greateft. While they weigh fo even,
Enter the two Kings with their Powers, at feveral Doors. K. John. France, haft thou yet more blood to cast away?
Say, fhall the current of our Right run on?
A peaceful progrefs to the ocean.
K. Philip. England, thou haft not fav'd one drop of
In this hot tryal, more than we of France;
Rather loft more.
And by this hand I swear,
That fways the earth this climate overlooks,
Before we will lay by our juft-borne arms,
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear;
Gracing the fcroul, that tells of this war's lofs,
Faulc. Ha! Majefty,-how high thy glory towers,
Oh, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death.
Cit. The King of England, when we know the King.
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear poffeffion of our perfon here;
Lord of our prefence, Angiers, and of you.
Cit. A greater pow'r, than ye, denies all this; (7) And till it be undoubted, we do lock
Our former fcruple in our ftrong-barr'd gates.
until our fears resolv'd
Be by fome certain King purg'd and depos'd.
Faulc. By heav'n, the Scroyles of Angiers flout you,
And ftand fecurely on their battlements,
As in a Theatre, whence they gape and point
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
To whom in favour fhe fhall give the day,
How like you this wild counsel, mighty States?
Smacks it not something of the Policy?
K. John. Now by the sky, that hangs above our heads,
I like it well. France, fhall we knit our Pow'rs;
(7) A greater Pow'r than We denies all this ;] We muft cortainly read, as Mr. Warburton acutely obferv'd to Me;
A greater Pow'r, than Ye, denies all this:
i. e. Tho each of you pretend to be our rightful Kings, you are as yet only fo in fwaying over our Fears, in the Terrors we have of you not acknowledg'd Kings in our Obedience.