Act 2, Scene 1
France. Before the town of Angiers.
- Enter, before Angiers, Philip, King of France, Lewis the
- Dauphin, Constance, Arthur, with forces, at one door; at the
- other, Austria with forces.
King Philip4 - 14
- Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
- Arthur, that great forerunner 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 colors, boy, in thy behalf,
- And to rebuke the usurpation
- Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
- Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arthur15 - 20
- 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.
- A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Duke of Austria22 - 34
- 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
- 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
- And coops from other lands her islanders,
- Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main,
- That water-walled bulwark, still secure
- And confident from foreign purposes,
- 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.
Constance35 - 37
- 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!
Duke of Austria38 - 39
- The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
- In such a just and charitable war.
King Philip40 - 46
- Well, then to work! Our cannon shall be bent
- 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.
Constance47 - 52
- Stay for an answer to your embassy,
- Lest unadvis’d you stain your swords with blood.
- My Lord Chatillion 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 Chatillion.
King Philip54 - 57
- A wonder, lady! Lo upon thy wish
- Our messenger Chatillion is arriv’d!
- What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
- We coldly pause for thee; Chatillion, speak.
Chatillion58 - 83
- 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 stay’d, 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,
- An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;
- With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;
- With them a bastard of the king’s deceas’d,
- And all th’ unsettled humors 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 never float upon the swelling tide
- To do offense and scathe in Christendom.
- The interruption of their churlish drums
- Cuts off more circumstance. They are at hand,
- Drum beats.
- To parley or to fight, therefore prepare.
- How much unlook’d for is this expedition!
Duke of Austria85 - 88
- By how much unexpected, by so much
- We must awake endeavor for defense,
- For courage mounteth with occasion.
- Let them be welcome then, we are prepar’d.
- Enter King John of England, Bastard, Queen Elinor, Blanch,
- Pembroke, and others.
King John91 - 95
- Peace be to France—if France in peace permit
- Our just and lineal entrance to our own;
- If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
- Whiles we, God’s wrathful agent, do correct
- Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.
King Philip96 - 116
- 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 armor here we sweat.
- This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
- But thou from loving England art so far
- That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
- Cut off the sequence of posterity,
- Outfaced 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 abstract doth contain that large
- Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
- Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
- That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
- And this his son; England was Geffrey’s right,
- And this is Geffrey’s in the name of God.
- How comes it then that thou art call’d a king,
- When living blood doth in these temples beat,
- Which owe the crown that thou o’ermasterest?
King John117 - 118
- From whom hast thou this great commission, France,
- To draw my answer from thy articles?
King Philip119 - 124
- 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 chastise it.
- Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
- Excuse it is to beat usurping down.
- Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?
- Let me make answer: thy usurping son.
Queen Elinor129 - 130
- Out, insolent, thy bastard shall be king
- That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!
Constance131 - 138
- 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, and if thou wert his mother.
- There’s a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
- There’s a good grandame, boy, that would blot thee.
Duke of Austria141
- Hear the crier.
Duke of Austria143
- What the devil art thou?
Bastard144 - 149
- One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
- And ’a may catch your hide and you alone.
- You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
- Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard;
- I’ll smoke your skin-coat and I catch you right.
- Sirrah, look to’t, i’ faith I will, i’ faith.
Blanch of Spain150 - 151
- O, well did he become that lion’s robe,
- That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
Bastard152 - 155
- It lies as sightly on the back of him
- As great Alcides’ shows upon an ass.
- But, ass, I’ll take that burden from your back,
- Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
Duke of Austria156 - 158
- What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
- With this abundance of superfluous breath?
- King Philip, determine what we shall do straight.
King Philip159 - 163
- Women and fools, break off 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?
King John164 - 168
- My life as soon. I do defy thee, France.
- Arthur of Britain, 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.
- Submit thee, boy.
- Come to thy grandame, child.
Constance170 - 173
- Do, child, go to it grandame, child,
- Give grandame kingdom, and it grandame will
- Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig.
- There’s a good grandame.
Arthur174 - 176
- 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.
- His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.
Constance178 - 183
- Now shame upon you, whe’er she does or no!
- His grandame’s wrongs, and not his mother’s shames,
- Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
- 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 you.
- Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!
Constance185 - 193
- 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.
- Bedlam, have done.
Constance195 - 202
- 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, plagued 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,
- And all for her. A plague upon her!
Queen Elinor203 - 204
- Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
- A will that bars the title of thy son.
Constance205 - 206
- Ay, who doubts that? A will! A wicked will,
- A woman’s will, a cank’red grandam’s will!
King Philip207 - 212
- Peace, lady, pause, or be more temperate.
- It ill 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.
- Trumpet sounds. Enter Hubert and other Citizens upon the
Hubert de Burgh215
- Who is it that hath warn’d us to the walls?
- ’Tis France, for England.
King John217 - 218
- England for itself.
- You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects—
King Philip219 - 220
- You loving men of Angiers, Arthur’s subjects,
- Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle—
King John221 - 249
- For our advantage—therefore hear us first:
- These flags of France, that are advanced here
- Before 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 those sleeping stones,
- That as a waist doth girdle you about,
- By the compulsion of their ordinance
- By this time from their fixed beds of lime
- Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
- For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
- But on the sight of us, your lawful King,
- Who painfully with much expedient march
- Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
- To save unscratch’d your city’s threat’ned cheeks,
- 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 error in your ears;
- Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
- And let us in—your King, whose labor’d spirits,
- Forewearied in this action of swift speed,
- Craves harborage within your city walls.
King Philip250 - 281
- When I have said, make answer to us both.
- Lo in this right hand, whose protection
- Is most divinely vow’d upon the right
- Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
- 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 greens 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 then
- To pay that duty which you truly owe
- To him that owes it, namely this young prince,
- And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
- Save in aspect, hath all offense seal’d up;
- Our cannons’ malice vainly shall be spent
- Against th’ 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 rounder of your old-fac’d walls
- Can hide you from our messengers of war,
- Though all these English and their discipline
- Were harbor’d in their rude circumference.
- Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,
- In that behalf which we have challeng’d it?
- Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
- And stalk in blood to our possession?
Hubert de Burgh282 - 283
- In brief, we are the King of England’s subjects:
- For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
- Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
Hubert de Burgh285 - 287
- 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.
King John288 - 290
- Doth not the crown of England prove the King?
- And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
- Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England’s breed—
- Bastards, and else.
- To verify our title with their lives.
- As many and as well-born bloods as those—
- Some bastards too.
- Stand in his face to contradict his claim.
Hubert de Burgh296 - 297
- Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
- We for the worthiest hold the right from both.
King John298 - 301
- Then God forgive the sin of all those souls
- That to their everlasting residence,
- Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet
- In dreadful trial of our kingdom’s king!
- Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! To arms!
Bastard303 - 310
- Saint George, that swing’d the dragon, and e’er since
- Sits on ’s horseback at mine hostess’ door,
- Teach us some fence!
- To Austria.
- Sirrah, were I at home,
- At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
- I would set an ox-head to your lion’s hide,
- And make a monster of you.
Duke of Austria311
- Peace, no more.
- O, tremble! For you hear the lion roar.
King John313 - 314
- Up higher to the plain, where we’ll set forth
- In best appointment all our regiments.
- Speed then to take advantage of the field.
King Philip316 - 317
- It shall be so, and at the other hill
- Command the rest to stand. God and our right!
- Exeunt. Hubert and Citizens remain above.
- Here, after excursions, enter the Herald of France with
- Trumpets to the gates.
French Herald321 - 332
- You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
- And let young Arthur Duke of Britain in,
- Who by the hand of France this day hath made
- Much work for tears in many an English mother,
- Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground.
- Many a widow’s husband groveling lies,
- Coldly embracing the discolored earth,
- And victory with little loss doth play
- Upon the dancing banners of the French,
- Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
- To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
- Arthur of Britain England’s King and yours.
- Enter English Herald with Trumpet.
English Herald334 - 346
- Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells,
- King John, your King and England’s, doth approach,
- Commander of this hot malicious day.
- Their armors, that march’d hence so silver-bright,
- 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 colors do return in those same hands
- That did display them when we first march’d forth;
- And like a jolly troop of huntsmen come
- Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
- Dy’d in the dying slaughter of their foes.
- Open your gates and give the victors way.
Hubert de Burgh347 - 355
- Heralds, from off our tow’rs 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 blows;
- Strength match’d with strength, and power confronted power:
- 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 the two Kings with their powers at several doors.
King John357 - 363
- France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
- Say, shall the current of our right roam on?
- Whose passage, vex’d with thy impediment,
- Shall leave his native channel and o’erswell
- With course disturb’d even thy confining shores,
- Unless thou let his silver water keep
- A peaceful progress to the ocean.
King Philip364 - 372
- England, thou hast not sav’d one drop of blood
- 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,
- Or 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.
Bastard373 - 383
- Ha, majesty! How high thy glory tow’rs
- When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
- O now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel,
- The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs,
- And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
- In undetermin’d differences of kings.
- Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
- Cry “havoc,” kings! Back to the stained field,
- You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits!
- Then let confusion of one part confirm
- The other’s peace. Till then, blows, blood, and death!
- Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
- Speak, citizens, for England. Who’s your king?
Hubert de Burgh386
- The King of England, when we know the King.
- Know him in us, that here hold up his right.
King John388 - 390
- In us, that are our own great deputy,
- And bear possession of our person here,
- Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
Hubert de Burgh391 - 395
- A greater pow’r than we denies all this,
- And till it be undoubted, we do lock
- Our former scruple in our strong-barr’d gates,
- Kings of our fear, until our fears, resolv’d,
- Be by some certain king purg’d and depos’d.
Bastard396 - 419
- By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,
- 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,
- Be friends awhile, 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 mouths,
- Till their soul-fearing clamors have brawl’d down
- The flinty 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 colors once again,
- Turn face to face and bloody point to point;
- Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth
- Out of one side her happy minion,
- To whom in favor 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?
King John420 - 423
- Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
- I like it well. France, shall we knit our pow’rs,
- And lay this Angiers even with the ground,
- Then after fight who shall be king of it?
Bastard424 - 430
- 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.
- Let it be so. Say, where will you assault?
King John432 - 433
- We from the west will send destruction
- Into this city’s bosom.
Duke of Austria434
- I from the north.
King Philip435 - 436
- Our thunder from the south
- Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
Bastard437 - 440
- 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!
Hubert de Burgh441 - 446
- Hear us, great kings! Vouchsafe awhile to stay,
- And I shall show you peace and fair-fac’d league;
- Win you this city without stroke or wound,
- Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
- That here come sacrifices for the field.
- Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.
- Speak on with favor, we are bent to hear.
Hubert de Burgh448 - 480
- That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,
- Is near to England. Look upon the years
- Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid.
- If 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?
- 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 of, 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 a blessed man,
- Left to be finished by such as she,
- And she a fair divided excellence,
- Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
- O, two such silver currents when they join
- Do glorify the banks that bound them in;
- And two such shores to two such streams made one,
- Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,
- To these two princes, if you marry them.
- This union shall do more than battery can
- To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,
- With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
- The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
- And give you entrance; but without this match,
- The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
- Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
- More free from motion, no, not Death himself
- In mortal fury half so peremptory,
- As we to keep this city.
Bastard481 - 493
- Here’s a stay
- That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
- Out of his rags! Here’s a large mouth indeed,
- That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,
- Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
- As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
- What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?
- He speaks plain cannon-fire, and smoke, and bounce,
- He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
- Our ears are cudgell’d—not a word of his
- But buffets better than a fist of France.
- ’Zounds, I was never so bethump’d with words
- Since I first call’d my brother’s father dad.
Queen Elinor494 - 505
- Son, list to this conjunction, make this match,
- Give with our niece a dowry large enough,
- For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
- Thy now unsur’d assurance to the crown,
- That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
- The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
- I see a yielding in the looks of France;
- Mark how they whisper. Urge them while their souls
- Are capable of this ambition,
- Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
- Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
- Cool and congeal again to what it was.
Hubert de Burgh506 - 507
- Why answer not the double majesties
- This friendly treaty of our threat’ned town?
King Philip508 - 509
- Speak England first, that hath been forward first
- To speak unto this city: what say you?
King John510 - 520
- If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
- Can in this book of beauty read, “I love,”
- Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen;
- For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
- And all that we upon this side the sea
- (Except this city now by us besieg’d)
- Find liable to our crown and dignity,
- Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
- In titles, honors, and promotions,
- As she in beauty, education, blood,
- Holds hand with any princess of the world.
- What say’st thou, boy? Look in the lady’s face.
Lewis522 - 529
- I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
- A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
- The shadow of myself form’d in her eye,
- Which being but the shadow of your son,
- Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow.
- I do protest I never lov’d myself
- Till now infixed I beheld myself
- Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
- Whispers with Blanch.
Bastard531 - 537
- Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
- Hang’d in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
- And quarter’d in her heart! He doth espy
- Himself love’s traitor. This is pity now,
- That, hang’d and drawn and quarter’d there should be
- In such a love so vile a lout as he.
Blanch of Spain538 - 548
- My uncle’s will in this respect is mine.
- If he see aught in you that makes him like,
- That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
- I can with ease translate it to my will;
- Or if you will, to speak more properly,
- I will enforce it eas’ly to my love.
- Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
- That all I see in you is worthy love,
- Than this: that nothing do I see in you,
- Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,
- That I can find should merit any hate.
- What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?
Blanch of Spain550 - 551
- That she is bound in honor still to do
- What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.
- Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?
Lewis553 - 554
- Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love,
- For I do love her most unfeignedly.
King John555 - 560
- Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
- Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
- With her to thee, and this addition more,
- Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
- Philip of France, if thou be pleas’d withal,
- Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
- It likes us well, young princes; close your hands.
Duke of Austria562 - 563
- And your lips too, for I am well assur’d
- That I did so when I was first assur’d.
King Philip564 - 571
- Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
- Let in that amity which you have made,
- For at Saint Mary’s Chapel presently
- The rites of marriage shall be solemniz’d.
- Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?
- I know she is not, for this match made up
- Her presence would have interrupted much.
- Where is she and her son? Tell me, who knows.
- She is sad and passionate at your Highness’ tent.
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- And by my faith, this league that we have made
- Will give her sadness very little cure.
- Brother of England, how may we content
- This widow lady? In her right we came,
- Which we, God knows, have turn’d another way,
- To our own vantage.
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- We will heal up all,
- For we’ll create young Arthur Duke of Britain
- And Earl of Richmond, and this rich fair town
- We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance;
- Some speedy messenger bid her repair
- To our solemnity. I trust we shall,
- If not fill up the measure of her will,
- Yet in some measure satisfy her so
- That we shall stop her exclamation.
- Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
- To this unlook’d-for, unprepared pomp.
- Exeunt all but the Bastard.
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- Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!
- John, to stop Arthur’s title in the whole,
- Hath willingly departed with a part,
- And France, whose armor conscience buckled on,
- Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
- As God’s own soldier, rounded in the ear
- With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
- That broker that still breaks the pate of faith,
- That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
- Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
- Who having no external thing to lose
- But the word “maid,” cheats the poor maid of that,
- That smooth-fac’d gentleman, tickling commodity,
- Commodity, the bias of the world—
- The world, who of itself is peized well,
- Made to run even upon even ground,
- Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,
- This sway of motion, this commodity,
- Makes it take head from all indifferency,
- From all direction, purpose, course, intent—
- And this same bias, this commodity,
- This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
- Clapp’d on the outward eye of fickle France,
- Hath drawn him from his own determin’d aid,
- From a resolv’d and honorable war
- To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
- And why rail I on this commodity?
- But for because he hath not woo’d me yet:
- Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
- When his fair angels would salute my palm,
- But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
- Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
- Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
- And say there is no sin but to be rich;
- And being rich, my virtue then shall be
- To say there is no vice but beggary.
- Since kings break faith upon commodity,
- Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.