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King John: Act 2, Scene 1

King John
Act 2, Scene 1

Scene 1

France. Before the town of Angiers.

  1. Enter, before Angiers, Philip, King of France, Lewis the
  2. Dauphin, Constance, Arthur, with forces, at one door; at the
  3. other, Austria with forces.

King Philip

4 - 14
  1. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
  2. Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
  3. Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
  4. And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
  5. By this brave duke came early to his grave;
  6. And for amends to his posterity,
  7. At our importance hither is he come
  8. To spread his colors, boy, in thy behalf,
  9. And to rebuke the usurpation
  10. Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
  11. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arthur

15 - 20
  1. God shall forgive you Coeur de Lion’s death
  2. The rather that you give his offspring life,
  3. Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
  4. I give you welcome with a powerless hand.
  5. But with a heart full of unstained love.
  6. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, Duke.

King Philip

21
  1. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?

Duke of Austria

22 - 34
  1. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss
  2. As seal to this indenture of my love:
  3. That to my home I will no more return
  4. Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
  5. Together with that pale, that white-fac’d shore,
  6. Whose foot spurns back the ocean’s roaring tides
  7. And coops from other lands her islanders,
  8. Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main,
  9. That water-walled bulwark, still secure
  10. And confident from foreign purposes,
  11. Even till that utmost corner of the west
  12. Salute thee for her king; till then, fair boy,
  13. Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Constance

35 - 37
  1. O, take his mother’s thanks, a widow’s thanks,
  2. Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
  3. To make a more requital to your love!

Duke of Austria

38 - 39
  1. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
  2. In such a just and charitable war.

King Philip

40 - 46
  1. Well, then to work! Our cannon shall be bent
  2. Against the brows of this resisting town.
  3. Call for our chiefest men of discipline
  4. To cull the plots of best advantages.
  5. We’ll lay before this town our royal bones,
  6. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen’s blood,
  7. But we will make it subject to this boy.

Constance

47 - 52
  1. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
  2. Lest unadvis’d you stain your swords with blood.
  3. My Lord Chatillion may from England bring
  4. That right in peace which here we urge in war,
  5. And then we shall repent each drop of blood
  6. That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
  1. Enter Chatillion.

King Philip

54 - 57
  1. A wonder, lady! Lo upon thy wish
  2. Our messenger Chatillion is arriv’d!
  3. What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
  4. We coldly pause for thee; Chatillion, speak.

Chatillion

58 - 83
  1. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
  2. And stir them up against a mightier task.
  3. England, impatient of your just demands,
  4. Hath put himself in arms. The adverse winds,
  5. Whose leisure I have stay’d, have given him time
  6. To land his legions all as soon as I;
  7. His marches are expedient to this town,
  8. His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
  9. With him along is come the mother-queen,
  10. An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;
  11. With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;
  12. With them a bastard of the king’s deceas’d,
  13. And all th’ unsettled humors of the land,
  14. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
  15. With ladies’ faces and fierce dragons’ spleens,
  16. Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
  17. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
  18. To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
  19. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits
  20. Than now the English bottoms have waft o’er
  21. Did never float upon the swelling tide
  22. To do offense and scathe in Christendom.
  23. The interruption of their churlish drums
  24. Cuts off more circumstance. They are at hand,
  25. Drum beats.
  26. To parley or to fight, therefore prepare.

King Philip

84
  1. How much unlook’d for is this expedition!

Duke of Austria

85 - 88
  1. By how much unexpected, by so much
  2. We must awake endeavor for defense,
  3. For courage mounteth with occasion.
  4. Let them be welcome then, we are prepar’d.
  1. Enter King John of England, Bastard, Queen Elinor, Blanch,
  2. Pembroke, and others.

King John

91 - 95
  1. Peace be to Franceif France in peace permit
  2. Our just and lineal entrance to our own;
  3. If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
  4. Whiles we, God’s wrathful agent, do correct
  5. Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.

King Philip

96 - 116
  1. Peace be to England, if that war return
  2. From France to England, there to live in peace.
  3. England we love, and for that England’s sake
  4. With burden of our armor here we sweat.
  5. This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
  6. But thou from loving England art so far
  7. That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
  8. Cut off the sequence of posterity,
  9. Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
  10. Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
  11. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey’s face:
  12. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his;
  13. This little abstract doth contain that large
  14. Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
  15. Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
  16. That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
  17. And this his son; England was Geffrey’s right,
  18. And this is Geffrey’s in the name of God.
  19. How comes it then that thou art call’d a king,
  20. When living blood doth in these temples beat,
  21. Which owe the crown that thou o’ermasterest?

King John

117 - 118
  1. From whom hast thou this great commission, France,
  2. To draw my answer from thy articles?

King Philip

119 - 124
  1. From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts
  2. In any breast of strong authority,
  3. To look into the blots and stains of right.
  4. That judge hath made me guardian to this boy,
  5. Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong,
  6. And by whose help I mean to chastise it.

King John

125
  1. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.

King Philip

126
  1. Excuse it is to beat usurping down.

Queen Elinor

127
  1. Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?

Constance

128
  1. Let me make answer: thy usurping son.

Queen Elinor

129 - 130
  1. Out, insolent, thy bastard shall be king
  2. That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!

Constance

131 - 138
  1. My bed was ever to thy son as true
  2. As thine was to thy husband, and this boy
  3. Liker in feature to his father Geffrey
  4. Than thou and John in manners, being as like
  5. As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
  6. My boy a bastard? By my soul I think
  7. His father never was so true begot
  8. It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother.

Queen Elinor

139
  1. There’s a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.

Constance

140
  1. There’s a good grandame, boy, that would blot thee.

Duke of Austria

141
  1. Peace!

Bastard

142
  1.        Hear the crier.

Duke of Austria

143
  1.                 What the devil art thou?

Bastard

144 - 149
  1. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
  2. And ’a may catch your hide and you alone.
  3. You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
  4. Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard;
  5. I’ll smoke your skin-coat and I catch you right.
  6. Sirrah, look to’t, i’ faith I will, i’ faith.

Blanch of Spain

150 - 151
  1. O, well did he become that lion’s robe,
  2. That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Bastard

152 - 155
  1. It lies as sightly on the back of him
  2. As great Alcides’ shows upon an ass.
  3. But, ass, I’ll take that burden from your back,
  4. Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.

Duke of Austria

156 - 158
  1. What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
  2. With this abundance of superfluous breath?
  3. King Philip, determine what we shall do straight.

King Philip

159 - 163
  1. Women and fools, break off your conference.
  2. King John, this is the very sum of all:
  3. England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
  4. In right of Arthur do I claim of thee.
  5. Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?

King John

164 - 168
  1. My life as soon. I do defy thee, France.
  2. Arthur of Britain, yield thee to my hand,
  3. And out of my dear love I’ll give thee more
  4. Than e’er the coward hand of France can win.
  5. Submit thee, boy.

Queen Elinor

169
  1.                   Come to thy grandame, child.

Constance

170 - 173
  1. Do, child, go to it grandame, child,
  2. Give grandame kingdom, and it grandame will
  3. Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig.
  4. There’s a good grandame.

Arthur

174 - 176
  1.                          Good my mother, peace.
  2. I would that I were low laid in my grave,
  3. I am not worth this coil that’s made for me.

Queen Elinor

177
  1. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.

Constance

178 - 183
  1. Now shame upon you, whe’er she does or no!
  2. His grandame’s wrongs, and not his mother’s shames,
  3. Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
  4. Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
  5. Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib’d
  6. To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Queen Elinor

184
  1. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!

Constance

185 - 193
  1. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth,
  2. Call not me slanderer! Thou and thine usurp
  3. The dominations, royalties, and rights
  4. Of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest son’s son,
  5. Infortunate in nothing but in thee.
  6. Thy sins are visited in this poor child,
  7. The canon of the law is laid on him,
  8. Being but the second generation
  9. Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.

King John

194
  1. Bedlam, have done.

Constance

195 - 202
  1.                    I have but this to say,
  2. That he is not only plagued for her sin,
  3. But God hath made her sin and her the plague
  4. On this removed issue, plagued for her,
  5. And with her plague, her sin; his injury
  6. Her injury, the beadle to her sin
  7. All punish’d in the person of this child,
  8. And all for her. A plague upon her!

Queen Elinor

203 - 204
  1. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
  2. A will that bars the title of thy son.

Constance

205 - 206
  1. Ay, who doubts that? A will! A wicked will,
  2. A woman’s will, a cank’red grandam’s will!

King Philip

207 - 212
  1. Peace, lady, pause, or be more temperate.
  2. It ill beseems this presence to cry aim
  3. To these ill-tuned repetitions.
  4. Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
  5. These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak
  6. Whose title they admit, Arthur’s or John’s.
  1. Trumpet sounds. Enter Hubert and other Citizens upon the
  2. walls.

Hubert de Burgh

215
  1. Who is it that hath warn’d us to the walls?

King Philip

216
  1. ’Tis France, for England.

King John

217 - 218
  1.                           England for itself.
  2. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects

King Philip

219 - 220
  1. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur’s subjects,
  2. Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle

King John

221 - 249
  1. For our advantagetherefore hear us first:
  2. These flags of France, that are advanced here
  3. Before the eye and prospect of your town,
  4. Have hither march’d to your endamagement.
  5. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
  6. And ready mounted are they to spit forth
  7. Their iron indignation ’gainst your walls;
  8. All preparation for a bloody siege
  9. And merciless proceeding by these French
  10. Confronts your city’s eyes, your winking gates;
  11. And but for our approach those sleeping stones,
  12. That as a waist doth girdle you about,
  13. By the compulsion of their ordinance
  14. By this time from their fixed beds of lime
  15. Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
  16. For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
  17. But on the sight of us, your lawful King,
  18. Who painfully with much expedient march
  19. Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
  20. To save unscratch’d your city’s threat’ned cheeks,
  21. Behold, the French amaz’d vouchsafe a parle,
  22. And now instead of bullets wrapp’d in fire,
  23. To make a shaking fever in your walls,
  24. They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,
  25. To make a faithless error in your ears;
  26. Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
  27. And let us inyour King, whose labor’d spirits,
  28. Forewearied in this action of swift speed,
  29. Craves harborage within your city walls.

King Philip

250 - 281
  1. When I have said, make answer to us both.
  2. Lo in this right hand, whose protection
  3. Is most divinely vow’d upon the right
  4. Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
  5. Son to the elder brother of this man,
  6. And king o’er him and all that he enjoys.
  7. For this down-trodden equity, we tread
  8. In warlike march these greens before your town,
  9. Being no further enemy to you
  10. Than the constraint of hospitable zeal
  11. In the relief of this oppressed child
  12. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
  13. To pay that duty which you truly owe
  14. To him that owes it, namely this young prince,
  15. And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
  16. Save in aspect, hath all offense seal’d up;
  17. Our cannons’ malice vainly shall be spent
  18. Against th’ invulnerable clouds of heaven,
  19. And with a blessed and unvex’d retire,
  20. With unhack’d swords, and helmets all unbruis’d,
  21. We will bear home that lusty blood again
  22. Which here we came to spout against your town,
  23. And leave your children, wives, and you in peace.
  24. But if you fondly pass our proffer’d offer,
  25. ’Tis not the rounder of your old-fac’d walls
  26. Can hide you from our messengers of war,
  27. Though all these English and their discipline
  28. Were harbor’d in their rude circumference.
  29. Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,
  30. In that behalf which we have challeng’d it?
  31. Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
  32. And stalk in blood to our possession?

Hubert de Burgh

282 - 283
  1. In brief, we are the King of England’s subjects:
  2. For him, and in his right, we hold this town.

King John

284
  1. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.

Hubert de Burgh

285 - 287
  1. That can we not; but he that proves the King,
  2. To him will we prove loyal. Till that time
  3. Have we ramm’d up our gates against the world.

King John

288 - 290
  1. Doth not the crown of England prove the King?
  2. And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
  3. Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England’s breed

Bastard

291
  1. Bastards, and else.

King John

292
  1. To verify our title with their lives.

King Philip

293
  1. As many and as well-born bloods as those

Bastard

294
  1. Some bastards too.

King Philip

295
  1. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.

Hubert de Burgh

296 - 297
  1. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
  2. We for the worthiest hold the right from both.

King John

298 - 301
  1. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls
  2. That to their everlasting residence,
  3. Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet
  4. In dreadful trial of our kingdom’s king!

King Philip

302
  1. Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! To arms!

Bastard

303 - 310
  1. Saint George, that swing’d the dragon, and e’er since
  2. Sits on ’s horseback at mine hostess’ door,
  3. Teach us some fence!
  4. To Austria.
  5.                      Sirrah, were I at home,
  6. At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
  7. I would set an ox-head to your lion’s hide,
  8. And make a monster of you.

Duke of Austria

311
  1.                            Peace, no more.

Bastard

312
  1. O, tremble! For you hear the lion roar.

King John

313 - 314
  1. Up higher to the plain, where we’ll set forth
  2. In best appointment all our regiments.

Bastard

315
  1. Speed then to take advantage of the field.

King Philip

316 - 317
  1. It shall be so, and at the other hill
  2. Command the rest to stand. God and our right!
  1. Exeunt. Hubert and Citizens remain above.
  1. Here, after excursions, enter the Herald of France with
  2. Trumpets to the gates.

French Herald

321 - 332
  1. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
  2. And let young Arthur Duke of Britain in,
  3. Who by the hand of France this day hath made
  4. Much work for tears in many an English mother,
  5. Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground.
  6. Many a widow’s husband groveling lies,
  7. Coldly embracing the discolored earth,
  8. And victory with little loss doth play
  9. Upon the dancing banners of the French,
  10. Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
  11. To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
  12. Arthur of Britain England’s King and yours.
  1. Enter English Herald with Trumpet.

English Herald

334 - 346
  1. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells,
  2. King John, your King and England’s, doth approach,
  3. Commander of this hot malicious day.
  4. Their armors, that march’d hence so silver-bright,
  5. Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen’s blood.
  6. There stuck no plume in any English crest
  7. That is removed by a staff of France;
  8. Our colors do return in those same hands
  9. That did display them when we first march’d forth;
  10. And like a jolly troop of huntsmen come
  11. Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
  12. Dy’d in the dying slaughter of their foes.
  13. Open your gates and give the victors way.

Hubert de Burgh

347 - 355
  1. Heralds, from off our tow’rs we might behold,
  2. From first to last, the onset and retire
  3. Of both your armies, whose equality
  4. By our best eyes cannot be censured.
  5. Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer’d blows;
  6. Strength match’d with strength, and power confronted power:
  7. Both are alike, and both alike we like.
  8. One must prove greatest. While they weigh so even,
  9. We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
  1. Enter the two Kings with their powers at several doors.

King John

357 - 363
  1. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
  2. Say, shall the current of our right roam on?
  3. Whose passage, vex’d with thy impediment,
  4. Shall leave his native channel and o’erswell
  5. With course disturb’d even thy confining shores,
  6. Unless thou let his silver water keep
  7. A peaceful progress to the ocean.

King Philip

364 - 372
  1. England, thou hast not sav’d one drop of blood
  2. In this hot trial more than we of France,
  3. Rather lost more. And by this hand I swear,
  4. That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
  5. Before we will lay down our just-borne arms
  6. We’ll put thee down, ’gainst whom these arms we bear,
  7. Or add a royal number to the dead,
  8. Gracing the scroll that tells of this war’s loss
  9. With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Bastard

373 - 383
  1. Ha, majesty! How high thy glory tow’rs
  2. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
  3. O now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel,
  4. The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs,
  5. And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
  6. In undetermin’d differences of kings.
  7. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
  8. Cry havoc,” kings! Back to the stained field,
  9. You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits!
  10. Then let confusion of one part confirm
  11. The other’s peace. Till then, blows, blood, and death!

King John

384
  1. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?

King Philip

385
  1. Speak, citizens, for England. Who’s your king?

Hubert de Burgh

386
  1. The King of England, when we know the King.

King Philip

387
  1. Know him in us, that here hold up his right.

King John

388 - 390
  1. In us, that are our own great deputy,
  2. And bear possession of our person here,
  3. Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

Hubert de Burgh

391 - 395
  1. A greater pow’r than we denies all this,
  2. And till it be undoubted, we do lock
  3. Our former scruple in our strong-barr’d gates,
  4. Kings of our fear, until our fears, resolv’d,
  5. Be by some certain king purg’d and depos’d.

Bastard

396 - 419
  1. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,
  2. And stand securely on their battlements
  3. As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
  4. At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
  5. Your royal presences be rul’d by me:
  6. Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,
  7. Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend
  8. Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town.
  9. By east and west let France and England mount
  10. Their battering cannon charged to the mouths,
  11. Till their soul-fearing clamors have brawl’d down
  12. The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city.
  13. I’d play incessantly upon these jades,
  14. Even till unfenced desolation
  15. Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
  16. That done, dissever your united strengths,
  17. And part your mingled colors once again,
  18. Turn face to face and bloody point to point;
  19. Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth
  20. Out of one side her happy minion,
  21. To whom in favor she shall give the day,
  22. And kiss him with a glorious victory.
  23. How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
  24. Smacks it not something of the policy?

King John

420 - 423
  1. Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
  2. I like it well. France, shall we knit our pow’rs,
  3. And lay this Angiers even with the ground,
  4. Then after fight who shall be king of it?

Bastard

424 - 430
  1. And if thou hast the mettle of a king,
  2. Being wrong’d as we are by this peevish town,
  3. Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
  4. As we will ours, against these saucy walls,
  5. And when that we have dash’d them to the ground,
  6. Why then defy each other, and pell-mell
  7. Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.

King Philip

431
  1. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault?

King John

432 - 433
  1. We from the west will send destruction
  2. Into this city’s bosom.

Duke of Austria

434
  1. I from the north.

King Philip

435 - 436
  1.                   Our thunder from the south
  2. Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

Bastard

437 - 440
  1. Aside.
  2. O prudent discipline! From north to south
  3. Austria and France shoot in each other’s mouth.
  4. I’ll stir them to it.—Come, away, away!

Hubert de Burgh

441 - 446
  1. Hear us, great kings! Vouchsafe awhile to stay,
  2. And I shall show you peace and fair-fac’d league;
  3. Win you this city without stroke or wound,
  4. Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
  5. That here come sacrifices for the field.
  6. Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.

King John

447
  1. Speak on with favor, we are bent to hear.

Hubert de Burgh

448 - 480
  1. That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,
  2. Is near to England. Look upon the years
  3. Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid.
  4. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
  5. Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
  6. If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
  7. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
  8. If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
  9. Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?
  10. Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
  11. Is the young Dauphin every way complete:
  12. If not complete of, say he is not she,
  13. And she again wants nothing, to name want,
  14. If want it be not that she is not he.
  15. He is the half part of a blessed man,
  16. Left to be finished by such as she,
  17. And she a fair divided excellence,
  18. Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
  19. O, two such silver currents when they join
  20. Do glorify the banks that bound them in;
  21. And two such shores to two such streams made one,
  22. Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,
  23. To these two princes, if you marry them.
  24. This union shall do more than battery can
  25. To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,
  26. With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
  27. The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
  28. And give you entrance; but without this match,
  29. The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
  30. Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
  31. More free from motion, no, not Death himself
  32. In mortal fury half so peremptory,
  33. As we to keep this city.

Bastard

481 - 493
  1.                          Here’s a stay
  2. That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
  3. Out of his rags! Here’s a large mouth indeed,
  4. That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,
  5. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
  6. As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
  7. What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?
  8. He speaks plain cannon-fire, and smoke, and bounce,
  9. He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
  10. Our ears are cudgell’dnot a word of his
  11. But buffets better than a fist of France.
  12. ’Zounds, I was never so bethump’d with words
  13. Since I first call’d my brother’s father dad.

Queen Elinor

494 - 505
  1. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match,
  2. Give with our niece a dowry large enough,
  3. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
  4. Thy now unsur’d assurance to the crown,
  5. That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
  6. The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
  7. I see a yielding in the looks of France;
  8. Mark how they whisper. Urge them while their souls
  9. Are capable of this ambition,
  10. Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
  11. Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
  12. Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Hubert de Burgh

506 - 507
  1. Why answer not the double majesties
  2. This friendly treaty of our threat’ned town?

King Philip

508 - 509
  1. Speak England first, that hath been forward first
  2. To speak unto this city: what say you?

King John

510 - 520
  1. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
  2. Can in this book of beauty read, I love,”
  3. Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen;
  4. For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
  5. And all that we upon this side the sea
  6. (Except this city now by us besieg’d)
  7. Find liable to our crown and dignity,
  8. Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
  9. In titles, honors, and promotions,
  10. As she in beauty, education, blood,
  11. Holds hand with any princess of the world.

King Philip

521
  1. What say’st thou, boy? Look in the lady’s face.

Lewis

522 - 529
  1. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
  2. A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
  3. The shadow of myself form’d in her eye,
  4. Which being but the shadow of your son,
  5. Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow.
  6. I do protest I never lov’d myself
  7. Till now infixed I beheld myself
  8. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
  1. Whispers with Blanch.

Bastard

531 - 537
  1. Aside.
  2. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
  3. Hang’d in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
  4. And quarter’d in her heart! He doth espy
  5. Himself love’s traitor. This is pity now,
  6. That, hang’d and drawn and quarter’d there should be
  7. In such a love so vile a lout as he.

Blanch of Spain

538 - 548
  1. My uncle’s will in this respect is mine.
  2. If he see aught in you that makes him like,
  3. That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
  4. I can with ease translate it to my will;
  5. Or if you will, to speak more properly,
  6. I will enforce it eas’ly to my love.
  7. Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
  8. That all I see in you is worthy love,
  9. Than this: that nothing do I see in you,
  10. Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,
  11. That I can find should merit any hate.

King John

549
  1. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?

Blanch of Spain

550 - 551
  1. That she is bound in honor still to do
  2. What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.

King John

552
  1. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?

Lewis

553 - 554
  1. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love,
  2. For I do love her most unfeignedly.

King John

555 - 560
  1. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
  2. Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
  3. With her to thee, and this addition more,
  4. Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
  5. Philip of France, if thou be pleas’d withal,
  6. Command thy son and daughter to join hands.

King Philip

561
  1. It likes us well, young princes; close your hands.

Duke of Austria

562 - 563
  1. And your lips too, for I am well assur’d
  2. That I did so when I was first assur’d.

King Philip

564 - 571
  1. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
  2. Let in that amity which you have made,
  3. For at Saint Mary’s Chapel presently
  4. The rites of marriage shall be solemniz’d.
  5. Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?
  6. I know she is not, for this match made up
  7. Her presence would have interrupted much.
  8. Where is she and her son? Tell me, who knows.

Lewis

572
  1. She is sad and passionate at your Highness’ tent.

King Philip

573 - 578
  1. And by my faith, this league that we have made
  2. Will give her sadness very little cure.
  3. Brother of England, how may we content
  4. This widow lady? In her right we came,
  5. Which we, God knows, have turn’d another way,
  6. To our own vantage.

King John

579 - 589
  1.                     We will heal up all,
  2. For we’ll create young Arthur Duke of Britain
  3. And Earl of Richmond, and this rich fair town
  4. We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance;
  5. Some speedy messenger bid her repair
  6. To our solemnity. I trust we shall,
  7. If not fill up the measure of her will,
  8. Yet in some measure satisfy her so
  9. That we shall stop her exclamation.
  10. Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
  11. To this unlook’d-for, unprepared pomp.
  1. Exeunt all but the Bastard.

Bastard

591 - 628
  1. Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!
  2. John, to stop Arthur’s title in the whole,
  3. Hath willingly departed with a part,
  4. And France, whose armor conscience buckled on,
  5. Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
  6. As God’s own soldier, rounded in the ear
  7. With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
  8. That broker that still breaks the pate of faith,
  9. That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
  10. Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
  11. Who having no external thing to lose
  12. But the word maid,” cheats the poor maid of that,
  13. That smooth-fac’d gentleman, tickling commodity,
  14. Commodity, the bias of the world
  15. The world, who of itself is peized well,
  16. Made to run even upon even ground,
  17. Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,
  18. This sway of motion, this commodity,
  19. Makes it take head from all indifferency,
  20. From all direction, purpose, course, intent
  21. And this same bias, this commodity,
  22. This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
  23. Clapp’d on the outward eye of fickle France,
  24. Hath drawn him from his own determin’d aid,
  25. From a resolv’d and honorable war
  26. To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
  27. And why rail I on this commodity?
  28. But for because he hath not woo’d me yet:
  29. Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
  30. When his fair angels would salute my palm,
  31. But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
  32. Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
  33. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
  34. And say there is no sin but to be rich;
  35. And being rich, my virtue then shall be
  36. To say there is no vice but beggary.
  37. Since kings break faith upon commodity,
  38. Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.
  1. Exit.
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