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And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
K. Phil. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
51 What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ; With them a bastard of the king deceas’d: And all the unsettled humours of the land Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs, 70 To make a hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Did never float upon the swelling tide, To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums
[Drums beat. Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. K. Phil. How much unlook'd for is this expedia
tion! Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much 80 We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them be welcome then, we are prepar’d. Enter King John, FAULCONBRIDGE, ELINOR,
BLANCH, PEMBROKE, and others. K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phil. Peace be to England; if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace! go England we love ; and, for that England's sake, With burthen of our armour here we sweat : This toil of ours should be a work of thine; But thou from loving England art so far, That thou hast under-wrought its lawful king, Cut off the sequence of posterity, Out-faced infant state, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his :-
sion, France, To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phil. From that supernal judge, that stirs good
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king ; That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
An a' may
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
130 It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
father. Corst. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
blot thee. Aust. Peace ! Faulc. Hear the crier. Aust. What the devil art thou ? Faulc. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
hide and you alone. You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; 140 I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith.
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,
Faulc. It lies as sightly on the back of him,
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
ference.King John, this is the very sum of all-England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, ciij
In right of Arthur do I claim of thiee :
K. John. My life as soon :- I do defy thee, France.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child
Arth. Good my mother, peace !
170 Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Call not me slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp The dominations, royalties, and rights, Of this oppressed boy: This is the eldest son's son, Infortunate in nothing but in thee; Thy sins are visited in this