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K. John. A good blunt fellow!— Why, being youn
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. But once he slander'd me with bastardy: But whe'r I be as true begot, or mo, That still slay upon my mother's head; But, that I am as well begot, my liege, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Compare our faces, and be judge yourself! If old sir Robert did heget to , oth, And were our father, and this son like him – 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
(As I have heard my fatherspeak himself.)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed 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;
Aud, 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,
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands,
That marry wives. Tellme, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
In sooth, he might: them, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him ; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes, –
My mother's son did get your father's heir ;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
To dispossess that child, which is not his?
Bast. Of no more force to disposses me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather: be a Faulcon-
And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him :
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff"d, my face so thin,
That in mime ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
And *: his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
! ould not be sir Nobin any case.
1. ii. I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to Hoh, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bost. Brother, take you my land, Ulltake my chance:
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.--
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?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father;
Your brother did employ my father much. –
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. JRob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time.
The advantage of his absence 'ook the king,
And in the mean time sojourn’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,
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
I, John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire,
A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire. —
Come, madam, and come, Richard we must speed
For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Bast. Brother, adien! Good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast got i the way of honesty:
[Exetent all but the Bastard.
A foot of honour better than I was ;
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady : —
Good den, sir Richard, – God-a-mercy, fellow; –
And if his name be George, I’ll call him Peter:
For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
'Tis to respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller —
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise -
My picked man of countries : — My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on mine clbow, I begin,)
I shall beseech you — That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book: —
Osir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir: —
No, sir, says question, I, su'eet sir, at yours :
And so, ere answer knows, what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po, )
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether Ismack, or no;)
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.—
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes 7
What woman-post is this? hawshe no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Enter Lady FAUlconbridge and JAMEs Gunsey.
Q me!, it is my mother.—How now, goodlady?
What brings you here to court so hastily?
*:::,where is that slave, thy brother? where
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
Lady F. Sir Robert's son Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son. Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip
Bast. Philip? – sparrow!—James,
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son.
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!)
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
What means this scorm, thou most untoward knave?
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother! —Basilisco-like:
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder.
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; -
Legitimation, name, and allis gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father!
Some proper man, I hope! Who was it, mother?
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?
Bast. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.
Lady F.King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father;
*y long and vehement suit I was seduc’d
To make room for him in my husband's bed:–
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!-
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg’d, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, –
Subjected tribute to commanding love, –
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his o: from Richard's hand.
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well,
When I was got, I’ll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him may, it had been sin.
Who says, it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exeum.
SCENE I. — France. Before the walls of Angiers.
Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria; andsor-
ces; on the other, Philip, king of France, and for
ces; Lewis, Constance, Altrica, and Attendants.
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austrial-
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
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 Coeur-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 powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love.
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke!
Leu'. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love,
That to my home I will no more return,
[Exit Gurney. Till Angiers, and the right, thou hastin France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
We know his handy-work.-Therefore, good mother, And confident from foreign purposes,
To whom am I beholden for these limbs 2
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour?
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
To make a more requital, to your love
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 In such a just and charitable war.
| And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, And this is Geffrey's. In the name of God,
K. Phi. Well then, to work! our cannon shall be bent 'How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
Against the brows of this resisting town.
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 Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood |
My lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war;
And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
Enter Charillo N. -
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!—lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd. —
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Châtillon, speak!
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry 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 given 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,
As Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd :
Andall the unsettled humours of the land, -
Rash, inconsiderate, 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 English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did neversioat upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums(Drums beat.
Cuts off more circumstance: tho y are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare!
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition :
:Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome them, we are prepar’d.
*nter King Jous, Ellison, Blasch, the Bastard, PEM-
broke, and forces.
KJohn. Peace be to France; if France in peace permit
Ourjust and lineal entrance to our own |
Ionot: bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven'
Whiles we, God's whrathful agent, do correct
ei proud contempt, that beat his peace to heaven.
* Phi. 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 sake,
With burden of our armour herowocat:
This oil of ours should be a work of thino,
Butthou from loving England art so far,
. thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
"t of the sequence of postcrity,
9"tfaced infant state, and donoa rape
Ponthe maiden virtue of the crown.
hese eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which owe the crown, that thou o'ermasterest? K. John. From whom hast thou this great commission, France, To draw my answer from thy articles 2 K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority, To look into the blots and stains of right. That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong, And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it. K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. K. Phi. Lxcuse! it is to beat usurping down. Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? Const. Let me make answer: thy usurping son. Est. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; That thou may’st 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 soul, 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 would blot thee. Aust. Peace Bast. Henr the criers Aust. What the devil art thou? Baez. One, that will play the devil, sir, with you, An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes, Whose valour plucks deadlions by the beard. I'll smoke 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 robe, That did disrobe the lion of that robes Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass: — But, ass, I’ll take that i, urden from your back, Orlay on that shall make your shoulders crack. Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of supersluous breath? K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Lew: Women and fools, break of your conference King John, this is the very sum of all, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thee: Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms 2 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 thce more, Than e'er the coward hand of France can win. Submit thee, boy! Eli. Come to thy grandam, child ! Const. Do, child, go to it’ grandam, child: Cive grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will Give it a plum, 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 weeps.
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, |Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd
To do him justice, and revenge on yon.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth !
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth !
Call not me slanderer! thou, and thine, usurp
The dominations, royalties, and rights
of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest son's son,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee; -
Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Bedlam, have done !
Comst. I have but this to say,+
That he's 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 sin; his injury
Her injury, - the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
A. all for her; a plague upon her
Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy son.
const. Ay, who doubts that? a will ! a wicked will;
A woman’s will; canker'd grandam's will! -
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperates
Itill beseems this presence, to cry aim
To these ill-tuned repetitions.—
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
Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls.
1 Cit. "Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls?
K. Phi. "Tis France, for England.
K. John. England, for itself:
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,
K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.
K. John. For our advantage. — Therefore hear us
These flags of France, that are advanced here
Refore the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
All preparation for a bloody siege, -
And merciless proceeding by these French,
Confronts your city’s eyes, your winking gates;
And, but for our approach, these sleeping stones,
That as a waist do girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their ordnance
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had been dishabited, and widehavoc made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,
Whe painfully, with much expedient march,
Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle:
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,
To make a faithless errorin your ears:
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
And let usin, your king; whose labour'd spirits,
Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
Crave harbourage within your city walls.
Son to the elder brother of this man,
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys.
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these greems before your town;
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
In the relief of this oppressed child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased, them,
To pay that duty, which you truly owe,
To him that owes it, namely, this young princes
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Save in aspect, have all offence seal’d up ;
Our cannons’ malice vainly shall be spent
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd,
We will bear home that lusty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town,
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace.
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac’d walls
Can hide you from our messengers of war;
Though all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf, which we have challenged it?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our possession?
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subject's;
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let mein'
1 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,
Bast. Bastards, and else. -
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods, as those,"
Bast. Somebastards too.
K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
1 Cit. Till you compound,whose right is worthiest,
| We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.
K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls,
That to their everlasting resideuce,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king ! o
K. Phi. Amen, Amen!—Mount, chevaliers! to arm”
Bast. St George,_that swing'd the dragon, and e'er
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence 1 — Sirrah, were I at home
At your den, sirrah, [To Austria.] with your lion*
I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.
Aust. Peace; no more!
Bast. O, tremble! for you hearthelion roar.
K.John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth,
In best appointment, all our regiments.
Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field !
R. ; It shall be so;-[To Ło and at the other
Command the rest to stand 1–God, and our right!
SCENE II. —The same.
Alarums and excursions; then a retreat. Enter."
French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gato
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both !
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
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 sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Manya widow's husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
And victory, with little loss, 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 an 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 so silverbright,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood.
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
That is removed by a staff of France.
Our colours do return in those same hands,
That did display them, when we first march'd forth;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Ourlusty English, all with purpled hands,
Died in the dying slaughter of their foes.
Open your gates, and give the victors way!
Cit. Heralds, from oil our towers we might behold,
From first to last, the onset and retire
Of both your armies; whose equality
By our best eyes cannot be censured.
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
Strength match'd with strength,and power confronted
Both are alike; and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even,
We hold our town for neither, yet for both.
Enter, at one side, King Jons, with his power; Eli-
Non, BLANch, and the Bastard; at the other, King
Philip, Lewis, Austria, and forces.
K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast
Say, shall the current of our right run on ?
Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
With course disturb’d even thy confining shores,
Unless thou let his silver water keep
A peaceful progress to the ocean.
K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of
In this hot trial, more than we of France;
Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,
That sways the earth, this climate overlooks,—
Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,
We'll put thee down 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
Qr add a royal number to the dead!
Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
9, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,
In undetermin'd differences of kings.--
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry havock, kings! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
hen let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
K.Phi...Speak, citizens,for England; who's your king?
!". The king of England, when we know the king.
& Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his right!
*John. In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear possession of our person here,
Lord of our Presence, Angiers, and of you.
1 Cit. A greater power, than we, denies all this;
And, till it be undoubted, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates,
King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolv’d,
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd.
Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you,
And stand securely on their battlements,
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
!|Your royal presences be rul’d by me;
Do, like the mutines of Jerusalem,
Befriends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town |
By east and west let France and England mount
Their battering cannon, charged to the months,
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down
The slinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till unfenced desolation
Leave them as naked, as the vulgar air.
That done, dissever your united strengths,
And part your mingled colours once again!
Turn face to face, and bloody point to point!
Then, in a moment, fortuneshall cull forth
Out of one side her happy minion:
To whom in favour she shall give the day,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
Smacks it not something of the policy 2
K. John. Now,by the sky, that hangs above our heads,
I like it well. — France, shall we knit our powers,
And lay this Angiers even with the ground?
Then, after, sight, who shall be king of it?
Bast. And if thou hast the mettle of a king, -
Being wrong’d, as we are, by this peevish town, -
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will ours, against these saucy walls'
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why, then defy each other, and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell !
K. Phi. Let it be so I – Say, where will you assault 2
K. John. We from the west will send destruction
Into this city's bosom.
Aust. I from the north.
K. Phi. Our thunder from the south
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south
Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth !
I’ll stir them to it!—Come, away, away!
1 Cit. Hear us, great kings' vouchsafe a while to stay,
And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league.
Win you this city without stroke, or wound!
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
That here come sacrifices for the field !
Perséver not, but hear me, mighty kings'
K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to hear.
1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blauch,
Is near to England. Look upon the years
of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid!
lf lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer, than in Blanch *
If zealous love should go in search of virtue:
Where should he find it purer, than in Blanch 2
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood, than lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way complete:
If not complete, O say, he is not she
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he
He is the half part of ablessed man,