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Eli. Thou unadviséd scold, I can produce A will that bars the title of thy son.
Const. Ay, who doubts that? A will! a wicked
A woman's will; a cankered grandam's will !
the walls. 1st Cit. Who is it that hath warned us to the
K. John. England for itself.
subjects, Our trumpet called you to this gentle parle,– K. John. For our advantage :—therefore, hear
Son to the elder brother of this man,
peace. But if you fondly pass our proffered offer, "Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls Can hide you from our messengers of war, Though all these English and their discipline Were harboured in their rude circumference. Then tell us, shall your city call us lord, In that behalf which we have challenged it; Or shall we give the signal to our rage, And stalk in blood to our possession ? 1st Cit. In brief, we are the King of England's
subjects: For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let
1st Cit. That can we not : but he that proves
the king To him will we prove loyal : till that time Have we rammed up our gates against the world. K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove
the king ? And if not that, I bring you witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,
Bast. Bastards and else.
those, Bast. Some bastards too. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. 1st Cit. Till you compound whose right is
worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those
souls That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king ! K. Phi. Amen, amen!—Mount, chevaliers :
Bust. St. George (that swinged the dragon, and
e'er since Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door), Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home, At your den, sirrah [7o Austria), with your
Aust. Peace; no more.
Bast. Speed, then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It shall be so [ To Lewis): and at the
other hill Command the rest to stand.—God and our right!
SCENE II.-The same.
Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter
a French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
Enter an English Herald, with trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring
From first to last, the onset and retire
fronted power :
ELINOR, BLANCH, and the Bastard ; at the
of blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France: Rather lost more. And by this hand I swear, That sways
the earth this climate overlooks, Before we will lay down our just-borne arms We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms
we bear, Or add a royal number to the dead: Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss, With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.
Bast. Ha, majesty, how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel: The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men, In undetermined differences of kings.Why stand these royal fronts amazéd thus ? Cry havoc, Kings! back to the stainéd field, You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits ! Then let confusion of one part confirm The other's peace: till then, blows, blood, and
death! K. John. Whose party do the townsmeu yet
admit? K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England : who's
your king ? 1st Cit. The King of England, when we know
the king. K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up
his right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, And bear possession of our person here: Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
your bells :
King John, your king and England's, doth
approach, Commander of this hot malicious day. Their armours, that marched hence so silver
bright, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen’s blood; There stuck no plume in any English crest, That is removéd by a staff of France; Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first marched forth; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes : Open your gates, and give the victors way. Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might
1st Cit. A greater power than we denies all this ; And, till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates : Kinged of our fears ; until our fears, resolved, Be by some certain king purged and deposed. Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers
flout you, Kings; And stand securely on their battlements As in a theatre, whence they gape and point At your industrious scenes and acts of death. Your royal presences be ruled by me: Do like the mutines of Jerusalem; Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: By east and west let France and England mount Their battering cannon, chargéd to the mouths, Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawled down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city : I'd play incessantly upon these jades, Even till unfenced desolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. That done, dissever your united strengths, And part your mingled colours once again; Turn face to face, and bloody point to point : Then in a moment fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy minion ; To whom in favour she shall give the day, And kiss him with a glorious victory. How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? Smacks it not something of the policy? K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our
heads, I like it well.— France, shall we knit our powers, And lay this Angiers even with the ground; Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?
Bast. And if thou hast the metal of a king, Being wronged as we are by this peevish town, Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, As we will ours, against these saucy walls : And when that we have dashed them to the ground, Why then defy each other, and pell-mell Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell. K. Phi. Let it be so.—Say, where will you
assault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.
Aust. I from the north.
K. Phi. Our thunder from the south Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Bast. [aside]. O prudent discipline! From
north to south, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : I'll stir them to it.-Come, away, away! 1st Cit. Hear us, great Kings: vouchsafe awhile
to stay, And I shall shew you peace and fair-faced league; Win you this city without stroke or wound;
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
to hear. 1 st Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
one, Two such controlling bounds, shall you be, Kings, To these two princes, if you marry them. This union shall do more than battery can To our fast-closed gates: for at this match, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, And give you entrance : but without this match, The sea enragéd is not half so deaf, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks More free from motion; no, not death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory, As we to keep this city.
Bust. Here's a stay That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and
seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! What cannonier begot this lusty blood ? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and
bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Our ears are cudgelled; not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France: Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words Since I first called my brother's father dad. Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this
Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
Cool and congeal again to what it was.
1st Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threatened town? K. Phi. 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,
And all that we upon this side the sea
Till now infixéd I beheld myself,
[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 mine: 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.
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
gates, 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 :
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
retire from the walls.
purpose, course, intent: