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But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? What woman-post is this : hath she no hus
band, That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother: where
is he That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Bast. My brother Robert; old Sir Robert's son; Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man: Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so? Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreve
Enter Lady FalCONBRIDGE and James GURNEY. O me! it is my mother.—How now, good lady: What brings you here to court so hastily?
Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert?
Basl. Philip?"-sparrow !-James, There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exil GURNEY. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son: Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good Friday, and ne'er broke his fast.
Sir Robert could do well: marry (to confess),
too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine
honour ? What means this scorn, thou most untoward
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -Basilis
co-like: What! I am dubbed; I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son: I have disclaimed Sir Robert and my land; Legitimation, name, and all is gone: Then, good my mother, let me know my father : Some proper man, I hope : who was it, mother? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Falcon
bridge ? Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy
father : By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for him in my husband's bed.Heaven lay not iny transgression to my charge!Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urged, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Madam, I would not wish a better father. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours : your fault was not your folly. Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose (Subjected tribute to commanding love), Against whose fury and unmatchéd force The awless lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. He that perforce robs lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Who lives, and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin ;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin. Who says it was, he lies : I say 't was not.
Scene I.—France. Before Angiers.
and Forces; on the other, Philip, King of
THUR, and Attendants.
strength Richard, that robbed the lion of his heart, To make a more requital to your love. And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift By this brave duke came early to his grave :
their swords And, for amends to his posterity,
In such a just and charitable war. At our importance hither is he come
K. Phi. Well, then, to work; our cannon shall To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
be bent And to rebuke the usurpation
Against the brows of this resisting town.Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Call for our chiefest men of discipline, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. To cull the plots of best advantages : Arth. God shall forgive you Ceur-de-lion's We 'll lay before this town our royal bones, death
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, The rather that you give his offspring life, But we will make it subject to this boy. Shadowing their right under your wings of war. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Lest unadvised you slain your swords with blood : But with a heart full of unstainéd love:
My lord Chatillon may from England bring Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. That right in peace which here we urge in war;
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? And then we shall repent each drop of blood
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. As seal to this indenture of my love:
Enter CHATILLON. That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, K. Phi. A wonder, lady!—lo, upon thy wish, Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, Our messenger Chatillon is arrived. Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord ; And coops from other lands her islanders, We coldly pause for thee: Chatillon, speak. Even till that England, hedged in with the main, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry That water-walléd bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes,
And stir them up against a mightier task. Even till that utmost corner of the west
England, impatient of your just demands, Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Whose leisure I have stayed, have given him time Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's To land his legions all as soon as 1 : thanks,
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
dition ! Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them be welcome, then; we are prepared. Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard,
PEMBROKE, and Forces. 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. Phi. Peace be to England, if that war re
turn From France to England, there to live in peace. England we love; and for that England's sake With burden 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 his lawful king, Cut off the sequence of posterity, Outfacéd 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: This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, And this his son : England was Geffrey's right And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God, How comes it, then, that thou art called a king, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great com
mission, France, To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi. From that supernal Judge that stirs
good thoughts In any breast of strong authority, To look into the blots and stains of right. That Judge hath made me guardian to this boy: Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong ; And by whose help I mean to chástise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. K. Phi. Excuse: it is to beat usurping down. Eli. Who is it thou dost call usurper, France ? Const. Let me make answer:—thy usurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king, That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true As thine was to thy husband : and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Than thou and John in manners,—being as like As rain to water, or devil to his dam. My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think His father never was so true begot: It cannot be an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
father. Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
What the devil art thou ?
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :But, ass, I 'll take that burden from your back; Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
straight. Lew. Women and fools, break off your con
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
bribed 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 oppresséd boy. This is thy eldest son's
Infortunate in nothing but in thee:
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
I have but this to say, -