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Mal. We have met with foes
Siw. Some must go of: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Rosse. Your sun, my lord, has paid a soldier's
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like man he died.
Siw. Then he is dead ?
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.
Siw. Had he his hurts before !
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
Mal. Ile's worth more sorrow,
Siw. He's worth no more ;
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,
In such an honour named. What's more to do,
That tied the snares of watchful tyranny ;
(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.
• The kingdom's wealth or ornament.
ARCH-DUKE of Austria.
Duke of breiague, lue cier Brother of King CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King John.
ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mo
CONSTANCE, Mother to Ather.
BLANCH, Daugliter to Alphonso King of Castile,
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.
ralds, Oihicers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
Scene, sometimes in England; and sometimes in
With rery easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage* of two kingdoms inast
With fearful bloody issue arbinale.
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:
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Enter the SHERIFF of NORTHAMPIONSHIRE, who in my behaviour *, to the majesty,
Esser. My liege, licre is the strangest controrersy,
K. John. Let them approach.- (Exit Sheriff.
Re-enter SHERIFF, with ROBERT FALLCON BRIDGE,
and Philip, his bastard Brother.
Bast. Your Faithtul subject l, a gentleman,
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon.
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.
But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! Thou dost shame thy
That is ny broiher's plea, and none of nine ;
The which it le can prove, 'a pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a-year:
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
• Conduct, administration.
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;
Arise, Su Richard, and Plantagenet.
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?
Near or far off, well won is still well shol;
Best. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my land; Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
Rob. And once despatch'd hiin in an embassy Dust. Brother, adieu ; good fortune come to thee!
For thou hasi got i' the way of honesty.
(Ereint all but the Bastard. The advantage of his absence took the ling,
A foot of honour better than I was ;
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;
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
I shall beseech you-That is question now;
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
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
Bast. Maram, an if my brother had my shape, That will take pains to blow a horn before ber?
Enter Lady FAULCON BRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY.
O me! it is my mother :- How now, good lady ?
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;
Bast. Philip ?-Sparrow !- James,
(Erit Gurney. K. John. What is thy name?
• Good evenins.
+ Respectable. • Whether. + Trace, outline.
Change of condition. My travelled top. , Dignity of arrearance.
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,
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
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;
Bearing thcir birthrighis proudly on their backs, Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin;
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
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.
(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!
This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
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,
Outlaced infant state, and done a rape
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.
Best statims to over-awe the town.
+ Linmediate, expeditious. A character in an old drama, called Soliman 1 The goddess of revenge. 6 Mischief. and Porseda.
I Succession. + liniportunity,
** A short writing.
When living blood doth in these temples beat, K. John. Bedlam, have done.
But God hail made ber sin and her the plagae
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,
And all for her ; a plague upon her!
Const. Ay, who doubts that 1 A will! A wicked
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, Some trumpet supunon hither to the walls
Whose uitle they admit, Arthur's or John's.
T'rumpets sound.- Enter CITIZENS u pon the Walls.
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.
K. John. England, for itself:
K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle t.
K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, hear us
These flags of France, that are advanced here
Have hither march'd to our endamagement:
All preparation for a bloody siege,
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
That as a waist do girdle you aboul,
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,-
To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,
Behold, the French, amazed, vouchsafe a parle :
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
K. John. My life as soon :-1'do defy thee, France, To make a faithless error in your ears :
Crave barbourage within your city walls.
K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us
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 ;
Son to the elder brother of this man,
Being no further enemy to you,
To pay that duty, which you truly owe,
Saye in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;
Wish unhack'd swords, and helmets al: unbruised,
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,
Were harbour'd iu their rude circumference,