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Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant's power to night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [breath,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
[Exeunt. Aiarums continued.

SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Plain.
Enter MACBETH.

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he,

That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

Enter young Siward.

Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Than any is in hell.

[name

Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a More hateful to mine ear. [title

Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Erit. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF

Macd That way the noise is: Tyrant, shew thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight: The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours,

And little is to do.

We have met with foes

Mal. That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, sir, the castle.

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My voice is in my sword; thou bloodies viilain
Than terms can give thee out!
[They fight
Macb.
Thou losest labour
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Macd.

Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

Mach. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so.
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.

I'll not yield,

Macb. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last: Before my body I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:

The which no sooner had his powers confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?
[sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field. your case of

It hath no end.

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And that I'll spend for him. Siw.

He's worth more sorrow

He worth no more,
They say, he parted well, and paid his score:
[Exeunt. Alarum. So, God be with him!--Here comes newer comfort.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's read on a pole.

Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes

Do better upon them.

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THIS play appears to have been written in 1596, but was not published till 1623. It was founded on the old play called The troublesome reign of King John, which was printed in 1591, and is attributed by Pope, though he does not state his au thority, to the joint efforts of Shakspeare and Rowley.-The elder play was twice published with the initials of Shakspeare on the title page. Shakspeare has preserved the greatest part of the conduct of it, as well as some of the lines. The num ber of quotations from Horace, and similar scraps of learning scattered over this piece, ascertain it to have been the work of a scholar. It contains likewise a quantity of rhyming Latin, and ballad-metre; and in a scene where the Bastard is repre

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING JOHN.

PRINCE HENRY, his son; afterwards King Henry III.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke
of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief justiciary
of England.

WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.

HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the King.
ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert Faulcon-
bridge.

PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son
to King Richard the First.

JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge
PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.

PHILIP, King of France.

LEWIS, the Dauphin

ARCHDUKE of AUSTRIA.

Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
MELUN, a French lord.

CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John.

ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother of
King John.

CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and
niece to King John.

Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and
Robert Faulconbridge.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE,-sometimes in ENGLAND, and
sometimes in FRANCE.

sented as plundering a monastery, there are strokes of humour, which seem, from their particular turn, to have been most evidently produced by another hand than that of our author. Of this historical drama there is a subsequent edition in 1611, printed for John Helme, whose name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare. Mr. Steevens admitted this play as our author's own, among the twenty which he published from the old editions: he afterwards, perhaps withThe action of the present tragedy occupies a space of about out sufficient grounds, receded from that opinion. seventeen years; beginning at the thirty-fourth year of King John's life.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter KING John, Queen Elinor, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBUBY, and others, with CHATILLON.

King John. Now, say, Chatilion, what would France
with us?

Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France,
In my behaviour, to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim.
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine.
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. [blood,
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for
Controlment for controlment: so answer France.

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The furthest limit of my embassy.

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
So, hence Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sudden presage of your own decay,—
An honourable conduct let him have :-

Pembroke, look to 't: Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE
Eli. What now, my son! have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?

This might have been prevented, and made whole,
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage of two kingdoms inust
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K.John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: [right; So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers FSSEX.

Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judged by you, That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men? K. John. Let them approach.— [Exit Sheriff. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

Your brother did employ my father much;

Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak:
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And, if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.

Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands

PHILIP, his bastard Brother.

This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. What art thou?

Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? You came not of one inother then, it seems.

Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known: and, as I think, one father: But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy And wound her honour with this diffidence

[mother,

Bast. 1, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land!
K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being younger
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? [born,

Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him ;-
O old sir Robert, father, on my knee

I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de lion's face, [here! The accent of his tongue affecteth him:

Do
you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?

K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts.
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father:
With that half-face would he have all my land:
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a-year!
Rob My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd,

That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.

Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, To dispossess that child which is not his?

Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Than was his will to get me, as I think.

[bridge,

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, be a FaulconAnd like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, And I had his, sir Robert his, like him; And if my legs were two such riding-rods, My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings goes And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, 'Would I might never stir from off this place, I'd give it every foot to have this face;

I would not be sir Nob in any case.

Eti. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?

I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bust. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.—
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.
K. John. What is thy name?

Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; Philip, good old sír Robert's wife's eldest son. K.John. From henceforth bear his name whose form

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Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!-
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so.
Bust. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What
Something about, a little from the right, [though?

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch;
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
And have his have, however men do catch
Near or far off, well won is still well shot;
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

[sire,

K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy deA landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.— Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed For France, for France; for it is more than need. Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.

[Exeunt all but the Bastard.
A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :-
Good den, sir Richard,—God-a-mercy, fellow:-
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-inade honour doth forget men's names;
Tis too respective, and too sociable,

For your conversion. Now your traveller,-
He and his tooth pick at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My picked man of countries:- My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,)
I shall beseech you-That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book:-
O, sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir :-
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,

And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
Who doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;

For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.-
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman post is this? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, and JAMES GURNEY.
O me! it is my mother: -How now, good lady?
What brings you here to court so hastily?

Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is
That holds in chase mine honour up and down? [he?
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 unreverend boy, Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? He is sir Robert's son? and so art thou.

Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Bust.

Philip!-sparrow!—James, There's toys abroad; anon 1'll tell thee more. [Exit 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!)
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handy-work :-Therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?

Bast. Knight, knight,good mother,-Basilisco-like: What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; I have disclaim'd 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 Faulconbridge? Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father: By long and vehement suit 1 was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!— Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.

Bast. Now, by this light, were 1 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 unmatched force The aweless 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 did'st 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, 'twas not. [Exeunt

ACT II.

SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Enter on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA, and Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and Attendants.

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.---
Arthur, that great fore runner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation

Of thy unnatural uncle, English John;
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?

Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love; That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love.

Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their In such a just and charitable war.

[bent

[swords K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be Against the brows of this resisting town. Call for our chiefest men of discipline, To cull the plots of best advantages:We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Wade to the market place in Frenchmen's blood, But we will make it subject to this boy.

Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood: My lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace, which here we urge in war; And then we shall repent each drop of blood, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

Enter CHATILLON.

K. Phi. A wonder, lady!--lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.-
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coolly 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 1 :
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 deceased:
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 birthrights proudly on their backs,
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. Phi. How much unlook'd-for is this expedition! 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 prepar'd. Enter KING JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard, PEMBROKE, and Forces.

K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Our just and lineal entrance to our own! [permit

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 return
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,
Outfaced 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 call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which own the crown that thou o'er-masterest!
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 If any breast of strong authority, [thoughts

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 chastise 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 may'st 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
[blot thee.
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would

father.

Aust. Peace!

Hear the crier.

Bast. Aust. What the devil art thou? Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you. An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; 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 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 our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?

K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference,King John, this is the very sum of all,England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:

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