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Mal. We have met with foes

Siw. Some must go of: and yet, by these I see,
That strike beside us.

So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. (Exeunt.-Alurum. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble sou.
Re-enter MACBETH.

Rosse. Your sun, my lord, has paid a soldier's

debt :
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die He only lived but till he was a man ;
On mine own sword ? Whiles I see lives, the gashes The which no sooner had his prowess confirni'd
Do better upon theni.

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like man he died.
Re-enter MACDUFF.

Siw. Then he is dead ?
Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:.

of sorrow But get thee back, my soul is too much charged Must not be measured by his worth, for then With blood of thine already.

It bath no end.
Macd. I have no words,

Siw. Had he his hurts before !
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Than terms can give thee out! (They fight. Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Macb. Thou losest labour :

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
As easy may'st thon the intrenchant air

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
With thy keen sword impress, as inake me bleed : And so his knell is knoll'd.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ;

Mal. Ile's worth more sorrow,
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield And that I'll spend for him.
To one of woman burn.

Siw. He's worth no more ;
Macd. Despair thy charm;

They say, he parted well, and paid his score : And let the angel,

whom thou still hast served, So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

Re-enter MacDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Pole. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Macd. Hail, king! For so thou art :- Behold, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

where stands And be these juggling tiends no more believed, The usurper's cursed head : the time is free: That paltert with us in a double sense;

I see thee compass'd with kingdom's pearl That keep the word of promise to our ear,

That speak my salutation in their minds; Aud break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

Hail, hing of Scotland ! And live to be the show and gaze of the time,

All. King of Scotland, hail !

(Flourish. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of ume, Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,

Before we reckon with your several loves, Here muy you see the tyrant.

And make us even with you. My thanes and kins Macb. Pit not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

In such an honour named. What's more to do,
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinave, Which would be planted newly with the time, -
And thou opposed, being of no woman born, As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
Yet I will try the last : before my body

That tied the snares of watchful tyranny ;
I throw my warlike shield: Jay on, Macduff; Producing forth the cruel ministers
And damn'd be him that tirst cries, Hold, enough. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ;

(Exeunt, fighting. Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Retreat.- flourish.- Re-enter with Drum and Co- That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,

Took off her life ;-this, and what needful else lours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, Roose, Lenox, We will perform in measure, time, and place: Anuus, Cataness, MENTETA, and Sildiers. So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Mal. I would the friends we miss, were safe ar- Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. rived.

(Flourish. Erennt. • The air, which cannot be cut. + Shufe.

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King JOAN.

ARCH-DUKE of Austria.
PRINCE ENRY,!is Son; afterwards King Henry III. CARDINAL PINDraph, the Pope's Legate.
ARTRUE, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Gettrey, tale MELUN, a Frenci Lord.

Duke of breiague, lue cier Brother of King CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King John.

WILLIAM MARESTUALL., Earl of Pembroke.

ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mo
GerPRAY Firz.PUTER, Land of Esst *, Chief Jus- ther of King Jonu.
uciary of England.

CONSTANCE, Mother to Ather.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

BLANCH, Daugliter to Alphonso King of Castile,
ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

and Niece to King John. HUBLAT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King. LADY FAULCON BRIDG8, Mother to Uic Bastard, and ROBERT PAULCONBRIDG", Son of Sir Robert Paul. Robert Paulconbridge.

Ppille PortCON BRIDGs, his Half brother, bastard Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, He-
Son to King Richard the Firsi.

ralds, Oihicers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
JAMES GURNEY, Servant i Lariy Faniconbridge. Allendanis.
Puter of Pomfret, a Prophet.
PKILIP, King of France.

Scene, sometimes in England; and sometimes in
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for us,

With rery easy arguments of love;

Which now the manage* of two kingdoms inast

With fearful bloody issue arbinale.
SCENE 1.-- Porthanptor. Room of State in the K. Jolin. (ur strong possession, and our right,

Erter King Jown, Quiron ELINOR, PEMBROKB, Ls-

Eli. Yonr strong possession, much more than

your right; SEX, SALISBURY, and othtrs, uuth CHATILLON.

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what wouid France Soinucb my conscience whispers in your ear;
with us!

Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Chat. Thus, niter greeting, speaks the king of

Enter the SHERIFF of NORTHAMPIONSHIRE, who in my behaviour *, to the majesty,

whispers Essex.
The burrow'd majesty of England here.

Esser. My liege, licre is the strangest controrersy,
Eli. A sirange begin105:--borrow'd majesty! Come from the country to be judged by you,
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em. That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men?

K. John. Let them approach.- (Exit Sheriff.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay.
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays mosi lawful claim

To this fair island, and the territories;

and Philip, his bastard Brother.
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjon, Touraine, Maine : This expedition's charge.- What men are you?
Desiring thee to lay aside tlie sword,

Bast. Your Faithtul subject l, a gentleman,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles; Boru in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
And put the same into young Arthur's hand, As I suppose, to Robert Paulconbridge ;
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
X. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody K. John. What art tbou !

Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon.
To en force these rights so forcibly withheld.

bridge. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thon the heir for blood,

You came not of one mother then, it seeins.
Controalment for controulment; so answer France. Bast. Most certain of one mother, miglity king,
Chut. Then take iny king's defiance from my That is well known; and, as I think, one father :

But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
The furthest limit of my embassy.

I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Vi that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;

Eli. Out on thee, rude man! Thou dost shame thy
For ere thou canst report I will be there,

The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : and wound her honour with this diffidence.
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wratb, Bust. 1, madam? No, I have no reason for it;
And sullen presage of your own decay --

That is ny broiher's plea, and none of nine ;
An honourable conduci let him have ;-

The which it le can prove, 'a pops me out
Pembroke, look to't : Farewell, Chauillon,

At least from fair five hundred pound a-year:
(üreunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land !
Ell. What now, inny son? Have I not ever said, K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,

younger born,
Till she had audied France, and all the world, Doch lie lay claim to thine inheritance ?
Upon the right and party of her son ?

Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
This might have been prevented, and made whole, But once he slanderd me willi bastardy:
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Bat whe'r I he as true berot, or yo,

Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name began; That sull I lay upon my mother's lead;

Plinip, good old Sir Roniert's wite's eldest son. Bat, that I ain as well begot, iny licge,

X, John. Proin henceforth bear his name whose (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)

torin tliou bearst: Coinpare onr faces, and be judge yourself.

Knecl thou down Philip, but arise more great;
If old Sir Robert did beget us both,

Arise, Su Richard, and Plantagenet.
And were our father, and this son like him ;- Bast. Brother by the mother's side, give ine your
O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee

I gire heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. My father give me honour, yours gave land:
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
us here!

When I was got, Sir Robert was away, Eli. He hath a trick + of Caur-de-lion's face, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet? Tue accent of his tongne affecteth him:

I ani thy grandane, Richard ; call me so. Do you not read some tokens of my sou

Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : In the large composition of this man?

what though!
K. Jolin. Mine eye bath well examined his parts, Something about, a little from the right,
And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrali, speak, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch :
What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
Bast. Because he halb a half-face, like wy 1a- And hare is have, however men do catch;

Near or far off, well won is still well shol;
With that half-face would he have all my land : And I am I, houe'er I was begot.
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! K. Jolii. Go, Faulconbridge ; now hast thou thy
Rob. My gracious liege,when that my father lived,

Your brother did employ my father much;- A landless kuight makes thee a landed 'squire.-

Best. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my land; Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. For France, for France ; for it is more than need.

Rob. And once despatch'd hiin in an embassy Dust. Brother, adieu ; good fortune come to thee!
To Germany, there, with the emperor,

For thou hasi got i' the way of honesty.
To treat ot high affairs touching that time :

(Ereint all but the Bastard. The advantage of his absence took the ling,

A foot of honour better than I was ;
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; But many a many foot of land the worse.
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: Well, now can I inake any Joan a lady :-
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores Good den*, Sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow ;-
Between my father and my mother lay,

And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : (As I have heard my father speak himself,) For new-nade honour doth forget men's names; When this sanie lusty gentleman was got.

'Tis too respective +, and too sociable, Upon his deal-bed he by will bequeath'd

For your conversation. Now your traveller, His lands to ine; and took it, on his death,

He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
That this, iny mother's son, was none of his; And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
And, if he were, he came into the world

Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
Pull fourteen weeks before the course of time. My picked man of countries 0 :--My dear Sir,
Then good, my liege, let me hare what is mine, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
My father's land, as was my father's will.

I shall beseech you-That is question now;
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; And then comes answer like an ABC-book 1:-
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : O Sir, says answer, at your best command ;
And, if she did play false, the fault was her's ; At your employment ; at your service, Sir:
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands No, Sir, says question ; 1, sweet Sir, at yours:
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, And so, ere answer knows what question would,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Had of your father claim'd this son for his? Aud talking of the Alps, and Appennines,
In south, good friend, your father might have kept The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
This call-bred, fron liis cow, from all the world; It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
In sooth he miglit: then, if he were my brother's, But this is worshiptul society,
My brother might not claim him ; nor your father, And tits the mounting spirit like myself:
Being bone of his, refuse him :-This concludes,- For he is but a bastard to the time,
My mother's son did get your father's heir ; That doth not smack of observation ;
Your father's heir inust have your father's land. (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, And not alone in habit and device,
To rispossess that child which is not his?

Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
Lust. Od no inore force to dispossess me, Sir, But from the inward motion to deliver
Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Eli. Whether hadsi thou rather,-be a Faulcon. Which, though I will not practise to deceive, bridge,

Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ; And like thy brulaer, to enjoy thy land ;

For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion,

But who comes in sucli hante, in riding robes 3
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside? What woman-post is this? Hath she no husband,

Bast. Maram, an if my brother had my shape, That will take pains to blow a horn before ber?
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him ;
And if my legs were too such riding rods,

My arms such eela-kins stuffd; my face so thin,
Thiat in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,

O me! it is my mother :- How now, good lady ?
Lest men should say, look, where thrce farthings What brings you here to court so hastily!

Lady F. Where is that siave, thy brother? Where And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,

is he? 'Would I mighi nerer stir from eff thuis place, That holde in chase mine hononr up api down! P'd give it every foot to have this face;

Bast. My brother Robert? Old Sir Robert's son I would not be Sir Nob in any case.

Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Eli. I like theo well; wilt thou forsake thy for. Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so? tune,

Ludy F. Sir Robert's sonAy, thou unreverend Reqneath thy land to him, and follow me 1

boy, I am a soldier, and now bónnd to France.

Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at Sir Tobert ? Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my He is Sir Robert's sun : and so art thou. chance:

Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a Your face hath got fire hundred pounds a year;

Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.. Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Bast. Philip ?-Sparrow !- James,
Eli. Nay, I wonld have you go before me thither. There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more.
Bast. Our country manners give our better way.

(Erit Gurney. K. John. What is thy name?

• Good evenins.

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Change of condition. My travelled top. , Dignity of arrearance.

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Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son ;

Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's Sir Robert raight have eat his part in me

thanks, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke nis fast; Till your strong hand shall help to give him Sir Robert could do well; marry, (to confess!)

strength, Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; To make a miore requital to your love. (swords We know his brandy-work :-Therefore, good mother, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?

In such a just and charitable war. Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,

That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine ho- against the brows of this resisting town.

Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? To call the plots of best advantages
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco- We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
like :

Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on iny shoulder. But we will make it subject to this boy.
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son;

Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land ; Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood : Legitimation, name, and all is gone :

My lord Chatillon inay from England bring Then, good my mother, let me know my father; That right in peace, which here we urge in war: Some proper man 1 hope ; who was it, mother? And then we shall repent each drop of blood, Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon. That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. bridge ?

Enter CHATILLON. Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was tliy fa- K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-Lo, apon thy wish, tler;

Our messenger Chatillon is arrived By long and vehement suit I was seduced

What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, To make room for him in my hasband's bed: We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!- Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, Thou art the issue of my dear offence,

And stir them up against a miglıtier task. Which was so strongly urged, past my defence. England, impatient of your just demands,

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Madam, I would not wish a better tather.

Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, To land his legions all as soon as I : And so doth yours; yonr fault was not your folly : His marches are expedient + to this town, Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,- His forces strong, his soldiers confident. Subjected tribute to commanding love,

With him along is come the mother queen, Against whose fury and unmatched force

An Até 1, stirring hiri to blood and strife; The awless lion couid not wage the ligbt,

With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
Nor keep lis princely heart from Richard's hand. With them a bastard of the king deceased;
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, And all the trusettled humours of the land, -
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Raslı, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With all iny heart I thank thee for my father! With'ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
When I was

I'll send his soul to hell.

Bearing thcir birthrighis proudly on their backs, Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin;

To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
II thou hadst said him nay, it had Leen sin :

Thân now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Who says it was, he lies; 1 say, 'twas not. (Ereunt. Did never fivat upon the swelling tide,

To do offence and scathy in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums

(Drums beat, SCENE I.-France.-- Before the walls of Angiers. Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand

To parley, or to light; therefore, prepare. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of AUSTRIA, and

K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Forces ; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and Al. We must á wake endeavoar for defence ;

Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much tendants.

For courage mounteth with occasion : Lew. Before Anglers well met, brave Austria.- Let them be welcoine then, we are prepared. Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Richard, that robh'd the lion of his heart,

Enter King John, ELINOR, the BASTARD, Pru. And fought the holy wai's in Palestine,

BROKB, and forces. By this brave duke caine early to his grave :

K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace And, for amends to his posterity,

permit At our importance thither is he come,

Our just and lineal entrance to our own! To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;

If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! And to rebuke the usurpation

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Of thy innatural uncle, English John:

Their proud conteinpt that beat his peace to heaven. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. K. Phi. Peace be to England ; if that war return

Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, From France to England, there to live in peace!
The rather, that you give his ofispring life, England we love ; and, for that England's sake,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war : With burden of our armour here we sweat.
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,

This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
But with a heart full of unstained lose :

But thou from loving England art so far, Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. That thiou hast under-wrought | his lawful king,

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Aust. Upon thy cheek Jay I this zealous kiss,

Outlaced infant state, and done a rape
As seal to this indenture of my love ;

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. That to my home I will no more return,

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, These eyes, ibese brows, were moulded out of his: Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, This little abstract doth contain that large, Whose foot spurnis back the ocean's roaring tides, Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time And coops from other lands her islanders,

Shall draw this briet * into as huge a volume, E: en till that England, hedged in with the main, That Geffery was thy elder brother born, That water-walled bulwark, still secure

And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, And confident from foreign purposes,

And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God Even till that utmost corner of the west,

How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

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When living blood doth in these temples beat, K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? Const. I have but this to say,
K. John. Proin whom hast thoa this great com. That he's not only plagued for lier sin,
mission, France,

But God hail made ber sin and her the plagae
To draw my answer from thy articles ?

On this removed issue, plagued for her, K. Phi. From that supernai* judge, that stirs good and with her plague, her sin ; his injury thoughts

Her injury:-he beadle to her sin ; In any breast of strong authority,

All punish'd in the person of this child,
To look into the blots and stains of right.

And all for her ; a plague upon her!
That judge hath made nue guardian to this boy : Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; A will, that bars the title of thy son.
And, by whose belp, I mean to chastise it.

Const. Ay, who doubts that 1 A will! A wicked
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will !
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tempe-
('onst. Let me make answer ;-Thy usurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! Thy bastard shall be king; It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim •
That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! To these ill-tuned repetitions.-

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, Some trumpet supunon hither to the walls
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy These inen of Angiers; let us hear them sperk,
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,

Whose uitle they admit, Arthur's or John's.
Than thou and John in manners; being as like,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.

T'rumpets sound.- Enter CITIZENS u pon the Walls.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,

i Cit. Wbo is it, that hath waru'd us to the walls ? His father never was so true begot ;

K. Phi. "Tis France, for England.
It cannot be, an if thon wert his mother.

K. John. England, for itself:
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy You men of Angiers, and niy loving subjects,-

K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would

blot thee.

Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle t.
Ajust. Peace!

K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, hear us
Bast. Hear the erier.

Aust. What the devil art thon?

These flags of France, that are advanced here
Bast. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you, Before the eye and prospect of your town,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.

Have hither march'd to our endamagement:
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
I'll smoke your skin-coat +, an I catch you right; Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
Sirrah, look to't ; i' faith, I will, i' faith.

All preparation for a bloody siege,
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, And merciless proceeding by these French,
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones,
As great Alcides' shoes upon av ass ;-

That as a waist do girdle you aboul,
But, ass, l'll take that burden from your back; By the compulsion of their ordnance
Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deats our Had been dishabited, and wide havock made

For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
With this abundance of superfluous breath ?

But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,-
K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Who painfully, with much expedient march,
Lew. Women and tools, break off your confer- Have brought a countercheck before your gates,

To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,
King John, this is the very sum of all,-

Behold, the French, amazed, vouchsafe a parle :
England, and Ireland, Aujou, Touraine, Maine, And now, instead of bullets wrapt in tire,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee :

To make a shaking fever in your walls,
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms! They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,

K. John. My life as soon :-1'do defy thee, France, To make a faithless error in your ears :
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand ; Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
And out of my dear love, I'll give thee more And let us in, your king ; whose labour'd spirits,
Than e'er the coward haud of France can win: Porwearied I in this action of swift speed,
Subinit thee, boy.

Crave barbourage within your city walls.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.

K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us
('onst. Do, child, go to il grandam, caild ;

both, Give graadam kingdom, and it' grandam will Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Give it a plum, a cherry, and a tig :

Is most divinely vow'd upon the right There's a good grandam.

of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet ;
Arth. God my mother, peace !

Son to the elder brother of this man,
I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Avd king o'er him, and all that he enjoys:
I am not worth this coil I, that's made for me. For this down-trodden equity, we trear
Eli. His mother shames himn so, poor boy, he In warlike march these greens before your town;

Being no further enemy to you,
Const. Now shame upon yon,whe'roshe does, or no! Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, In the relies of this oppressed child,
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor Religiously provokes. Be pleased then

To pay that duty, which you truly owe,
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; To him that owess it ; namely, this young prince:
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Saye in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and Our cannon's malice vainly shall be spent

Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and Aud, with a blessed and muvex'd retire, .

Wish unhack'd swords, and helmets al: unbruised,
Call me not slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp We will bear home that lusty blood again,
The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Which here we came to spout against your town, of this oppressed boy: this is thy eldest son's son, And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Infortanate in nothing but in thee;.

But, if you foudly pass our profier'd offer, Thy sins are visited in this poor child;

'Tis not the roundurell of your old-faced walls The cannon of the law is laid on him,

Can hide you from our messengers of war; Being but the second generation,

Thouglı all these English, and their discipline,
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.

Were harbour'd iu their rude circumference,
. Celestial + Austria wears a lion's skin. • To encourage. + Conference. + Worn out.
6 Whether. Owns,




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