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Blanch, daughter to Alphonso King of CastUe, and
niece to King John. Lady FAULCONBRiDGE, mother to the Bastard, and
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Northampton, A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter King JoHy, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and Others, wth Chatillon.
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, In my behaviour1, to the majesty, 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
K.. John. What follows, if we disallow of this»
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy.
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: farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke.
Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever said,
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Essex.
Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judg’d by you, That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men 2
K. John. Let them approach.- [Erit Sheriff. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
Re-enter Sheriff, with Rob ERT FAULconBRIDGE, and PHILIP, his bastard brother.
This expedition's charge.—What men are you?
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
K. John. A good blunt fellow:—Why, being
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
0 old sir Robert, father, on my knee
1 give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!
Eli. He hath a trick of Cceur-de-lion*s face*,
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?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; With that half-face would he have all my land: A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!