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Lew. Sheissadandpassionate, atyour highness’tent. K. Phil. Brother of England, }. may we content This widow lady ? [The Citizens open the Gates, and enter, to present the Keys of the Town. K. John. We will heal up all : For we’ll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne, And Earl of j: and this rich fair town We make him lord of.-Call the Lady Constance, Some speedy messenger; bid her repair To our solemnity.— [Exit SALISBURY. Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, To this unlook’d-for, unprepared pomp. [Flourish of Drums and Trumpeis-Ereunt all but FAULconBRIDGE, Faul. 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 Heaven's own soldier,) rounded in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil, That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity— This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapp'd on the outward eye offickle 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 woo'd 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.
\ Enter ARTHUR, CoNSTANCE, and SALISBURY.
Con. Gone to be married 1 gone to swear a peace!
False blood to false blood join’d Gone to be friends!
Shall Lewis have Blanch and Blanch those pro-
vinces 2 - -
It is not so : thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard;
I have a King's oath to the contrary—
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son 2
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words 2
Then speak again; not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether t y tale be true :
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
That gave you cause to prove my saying true.
Con. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die.
Lewis marry Blanch O, boy, then where art thou?
France friend with England! what becomes of me?—
Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight.
Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content.
Con. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Food with foul moles, and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content :
But thou art fair; and at thy birth,-dear boy!
Nature and fortune join’d to make thee great:
Of nature’s gifts thou may’st with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose: but Fortune, O !
She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee;
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John ;
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty.
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to underbear.
Sal. Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the Kings. -
Con. o may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let kings assemble; for my grief’s so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up; here I and sorrow sit:
of Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
[Throws herself on the Ground.
- Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter KING John, KING PHILIP, Lewis, BLANCH,
AUSTRIA, ELINort, Faulconbridge, CHATIL-
LoN, PEMBRoke, Essex, HUBekt, English HE-
RALD, FRENCH Herald, English and FRENch
GENTLYMEN, and GUARDs.
K. * 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed
Ever in France shall be kept festival;
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it but a holiday. -
Con. o A wicked day, and not a holy
av 1– - -
what of this day deserved? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set,
Among the high tides, in the kalendar 2
Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week;
This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
This day, all things begun come to ill end;
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change |
K. Phil. By Heaven, lady, you shall have no
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty 2
Con. You have beguiled me with a counterfeit,
Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and
Proves oes: You are forsworn, forsworn;
You came in arms to spill mine enemies’ blood,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours :
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold in amity and painted peace,
And our oppression hath made up this league :-
Arm, arm, you Heavens, against these perjured kings!
A widow cries; be husband to me, Heavens !
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!
Hear me, O, hear me !
Aust. Lady Constance, peace.
Con. War! war 1 no peace peace is to me a war.
O Lymoges 1 O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
! . . . . . . C 2
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight,
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety
Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side *
Been sworn my soldier 2 bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength 2
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion’s hide doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
Aust. o, that a man should speak those words to
Faul. And hand a calf's-skin on those recreant
Aust. Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.
Faul. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant
K. ". We like not this; thou dost forget thy-
Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH, attended.
K. Phil. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope.
Pan. Hail, you anointed deputies of Heaven l—
To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
I Pandulph, of fair Milan Cardinal,
And from Pope innocent the Legate here,
Do, in his name, religiously demand,
Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn ; and, force per force,
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
Of Canterbury, from that holy see 2
This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name,
Pope innocent, I do demand of thee.
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories