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KING John.
Prince Henry, Son to the King:
Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, and Nephew to tbe King.
Pembroke,
Eflex,
Salisbury,

English Lords.
Hubert,
Bigot,
Faulconbridge, Baslard-Son to Richard the First.
Robert Faulconbridge, suppos’d Brother to the Bastard.
James Gurney, Servant to the Lady Faulconbridge.
Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.

Philip, King of France.
Lewis, the Dauphin.
Arch-Duke of Austria.
Cardinal Pandulpho, the Pope's Legate.
Melun, a French Lord.
Chatilion, Ambassador from France to King John.

Elinor, Queen-Mother of England.
Constance, Mother to Arthur.
Blanch, Daughter to Alphonso King of Castile, and

Neice to King John.
Lady Faulconbridge, Mother to the Bastard, and

Robert Faulconbridge.

Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Messengers,

Soldiers, and other Attendants.

The SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes

in France,

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Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Esex,

and Salisbury, with Chatilion.

King John.
OW, 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 ftrange beginning; borrow'd Majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother ; hear the embassie.

I The troublesome Reign of King Jobs was written in two parts, by W. Shakespear and w Rowley, and printed 1611. But the present Play is intirely different, and infinitely superior to it.

Mr. Pope.

Chat.

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Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Arthur Plantagenet, lays lawful claim To this fair island, and the territories: To Ireland, Poitiers, 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, T'inforce these rights fo forcibly with-held. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood

for blood, Controulment for controulment ; fo answer France.

Chat. Then take my King's defiance from my mouth, The fartheft limit of

my

embassie. 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 sullen presage of your own decay. An honourable conduct let him have, Pembroke, look to’t; farewel, Chatilion.

[Exeunt Chat, and Pem. 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 fon? This might have been prevented, and made whole With very easy arguments of love; Which now the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful, bloody, iffue arbitrate.

K.John. Our strong possession, and our right for us — Eli. Your strong poffeffion much more than your right,

Or

Or else it must go wrong with you and me ;
So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
Which none but heav'n, and you, and I shall hear.

Elex. My Liege, here is the strangest controversie,
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men?

K. John. Let them approach. Our abbies and our priories shall pay This expedition's charge What men are you?

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Enter Robert Faulconbridge, and Philip, bis Brother,

the Bastard.
Pbil. 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 Cæur-de-lion knighted in the field.

K. John. What art thou ?
Robert. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

K. Jobn. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems ?

Phil. 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 heav'n, and to my mother; of that I doubt, as all mens' children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy

mother,
And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Pbil. I, Madam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ;
The which if he can prove, he pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a year :
Heav'n guard my mother's honour, and my land!

K. Johni.

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