Bast. St. George (that swinged the dragon, and i From first to last, the onset and retire e'er since

Of beth your armies; whose equality Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door), By our best eyes cannot be censuréd : Teach us some fence !--Sirrah, were I at home, Blood hath bought blood, and blows have anAt Four den, sirrah [TO AUSTRIA), with your

swered blows; lioness,

Strength matched with strength, and power conI'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,

fronted power : .Ind make a monster of you.

Both are alike; and both alike we like. Aust. Peace; no more.

One must prove greatest: while they weig'n soeven, Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. We hold our town for neither; yet for both. K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we 'll set forth,

Enter, at one side, King John, with his power , In best appointment, all our regiments.

Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the Bast. Speed, then, to take advantage of the field.

cther, King Puilip, Lewis, AUSTRIA, and K. Phi. It shall be so [ To Lewis): and at the

Forces. other hill

K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to Command the rest to stand.—God and our right!

cast away?
[Exeunt. Say, shall the current of our right run on?

Whose passage, vexed with thy impediment,

Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell Scene 11.—The same.

With course disturbed even thy confining shores,

Unless thou let his silver water keep Alarumus and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter peaceful progress to the ocean.

a French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. | K. Phi. England, thou hast not saved one drop F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your I

of blood, gates,

In this hot trial, more than we of France : And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in; Rather lost more. And by this hand I swear, Wbo, by the hand of France, this day hath made That sways the carth this climate overlooks, Much work for tears in many an English mother, | Before we will lay down our just-borne arms Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground: | We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,

we bear, Ccials embracing the discoloured earth;

Or add a royal number to the dead: And victory, with little loss, doth play

Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss, C'pon the dancing banners of the French; With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,

Bast. Ha, majesty, how high thy glory towers, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim

When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! Aricor of Bretagne, England's king and yours. O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel :

The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; Enter sa English Herald, with trumpets.

And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring In undetermined differences of kings.your beils :

Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? King Joha, your king and England's, doth Cry havoc, Kings! back to the stainéd field, approach,

You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits ! Comander of this bot malicious day,

Then let confusion of one part confirm Their armoars, that marched hence so silver. The other's peace: till then, blows, blood, and

death! Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet There stack no pame in any English crest,

admit ? Tunis Temnoted by a staff of France;

K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England : who's Our colours do return in those same hands

your king? That cc asrlar them when we first marched forth; 1 Ist Cit. The King of England, when we know And a jus troop of kuatsmen, come

the king. Com Hers Engsh, a.] with purpled hands, K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up Drei uz the èring slaaghter of their foes:

his right. Open you gates, and gire the rictors way. X. Join. In us, that are our own great deputy, Cil. Harada, from off our towers we might' And bear possession of our person here: ben,

Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you

1st Cit. A greater power than we denies all this; I Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, And, till it be undoubted, we do lock

That here come sacrifices for the field. Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates : Persever not, but hear me, mighty Kings. Kinged of our fears; until our fears, resolved, K. John. Speak on, with favour : we are bent Be by some certain king purged and deposed.

to hear. Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers 1st Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady flout you, Kings;

Blanch, And stand securely on their battlements

Is near to England : look upon the years As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid. At your industrious scenes and acts of death. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Your royal presences be ruled by me:

Where should be find it fairer than in Blanch? Do like the mutines of Jerusalem;

If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: If love ambitious sought a match of birth, By east and west let France and England mount | Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? Their battering cannon, chargéd to the mouths, Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawled down Is the young Dauphin every way complete : The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city :

If not complete, O say he is not she : I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

And she again wants nothing, to name want, Even till unfenced desolation

If want it be not that she is not he: Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

He is the half part of a blesséd man, That done, dissever your united strengths, Lest to be finished by such a sle; And part your mingled colours once again; And she a fair divided excelience, Turn face to face, and bloody point to point: Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. Then in a moment fortune shall cull forth | 0, two such silver currents, when they join, Out of one side her happy minion;

Do glorify the banks that bound them in : To whom in favour she shall give the day, And two such shores to two such streams made And kiss him with a glorious victory.

one, How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? Two such controlling bounds, shall you be, Kings, Smacks it not something of the policy?

To these two princes, if you marry them. K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our This union shall do more than battery can heads,

To our fast-closed gates: for at this match, I like it well.-- France, shall we knit our powers, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, And lay this Angiers even with the ground; The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?

And give you entrance: but without this match, Bast. An if thou hast the metal of a king, The sea enragéd is not half so deaf, Being wronged as we are by this peevish town, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,

More free from motion; no, not death himself As we will ours, against these saucy walls : In mortal fury half so peremptory, And when that we have dashed them to the ground, As we to keep this city. Why then defy each other, and pell-mell

Bast. Here's a stay Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.

That shakes the rotten carcase of old death K. Phi. Let it be so.--Say, where will you Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, assault?

That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and K. John. We from the west will send destruction

seas; Into this city's bosom.

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions Aust. I from the north.

As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! K. Phi. Our thunder from the south What cannonier begot this lusty blood ? Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. He speaks plain cannon, fire and smoke and Bast. [aside). O prudent discipline! From

bounce; north to south,

He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : Our ears are cudgelled; not a word of his I 'll stir them to it.—Come, away, away!

B::t buffets better than a fist of France: 1st Cit. Hear us, great Kings: vouchsafe awhile Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words to stay,

Since I first called my brother's father dad. And I shall shew you peace and fair-faced league; | Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this Win you this city without stroke or wound;

match; TOL. III.

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Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsured 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

Cool and congeal again to what it was.

1st Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threatened town? K. Pl.. Speak England first, that hath been

forward first To speak unto this city. What say you? K. John. 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,


Are capable of this ambition :
Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,


And all that we upon this side the sea
(Except this city now by us besieged)
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any princess of the world.
K. Phi. What sayst thou, boy ? look in the

lady's face.
Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow of myself formed in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow. I
I do prote: I never loved myself

Till now infixéd I beheld myself
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.

[Whispers with BLANCH. Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!

Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow' And quartered in her heart!-he doth espy

Himself love's traitor. This is pity now, That hanged, and drawn, and quartered, there

should be In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mire: If he see aught in you that makes him like, That anything 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 easily to my love.
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,
Than this,—that nothing de I see in you
(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be

your judge) That I can find should merit any hate. K. John. What say these young ones? What

say you, my niece? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can

you love this lady? Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly. K. John. 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 pleased withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. K. Phi. It likes us well.—Young princes, close

your hands. Aust. And your lips too; for I am well assured That I did so when I was first assured.

K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your

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 unlooked-for unprepared pomp.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard.The Citizens

retire from the walls.
Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And France(whose armour conscience buckled on;
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier!), idunded 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-faced gentleman, tickling commo-

dity, Commodity, the bias of the world ; The world, who of itself is peiséd 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, Clapped on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, From a resolved and honourable war, To a most base and vile-concluded peace. And why rail I on this commodity But for because he hath not wooed 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. (Exit.


Let in that amity which you have made;
For at Saint Mary's chapel, presently,
The rites of marriage shall be solemnised. -
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.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high-

ness' tent. K. Phi. 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 turned another way, To our own vantage.

K. John. We will heal up all, For we 'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town We make him lord of.--Call the lady Constance :


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Scene I.-Before Angiers. The French King's Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou? Tent.

France friend with England! what becomes of

me? Enter Constance, Arthur, and SALISBURY. Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight: Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a This news hath made thee a most ugly man. peace!

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, False blood to false blood joined ! gone to be But spoke the harm that is by others done? friends!

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, Shall Lewis have Blanch; and Blanch those As it makes harmful all that speak of it. provinces ?

Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard : Const. If thou that bidd'st me be content wert Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again.

grim, It cannot be : thou dost but say 't is so.

Ugly, and slanderous to thy mother's womb, I trust I may not trust thee ; for thy word

Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, Is but the vain breath of a common man.

Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Believe me I do not believe thee, man:

Patched with foul moles and eye-offending marks, I have a king's oath to the contrary.

I would not care, I then would be content: Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting me: For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou For I am sick, and capable of fears;

Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy, A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;

Nature and fortune joined to make thee great: A woman, naturally born to fears :

Of nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, And with the half-blown rose. But fortune, O! With my vexed spirits I cannot take a truce, She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee; But they will quake and tremble all this day. She adulterates hourly with thy uncle John; What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? And with her golden hand hath plucked on France Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?

To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, What means that hand upon that breast of thine? | And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, France is a bawd to fortune and King John: Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? That strumpet fortune, that usurping John !-Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ? Then speak again : not all thy former tale, Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. And leave those woes alone which I alone

Sal. As true as, I believe, you think them false Ain bound to under-bear.
That give you cause to prove my saying true. Sal. Pardon me, madam,

Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, | I may not go without you to the kings.
Teach thou thiş sorrow how to make me die : Const. Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go
And let belief and life encounter so

with thee: As doth the fury of two desperate men,

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; Which in the very meeting fall and die.

For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.

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