Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so?

Lady. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thouunreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert?
He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou. [while?
Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a 5
Gur. Good leave', good Philip.

Phil. Philip sparrow!-James,
There's toys abroad2; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit James.
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 mo-
To whom am I beholden for these limbs? [ther,
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

Lady. 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:|
Phil. Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco

like':

What! I am dub'd; 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;

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Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother?
Lady. Hast thoudeny'dthyselfa Faulconbridge;
Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [ther?
Lady. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy fa-
By long and vehement suit I 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 urged, past my defence.
Phil. 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 unmatched 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 show 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 lyes; I say, 'twas not.
[Exeunt.

ACT II.

Before the walls of Angiers in France.

Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin,
the Archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur.
EFORE Angiers well met, brave
Austria.-

Lewis. BE

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
And, for amends to his posterity,

grave:

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;

But with a heart full of unstained love:
35 Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lewis. 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;
40 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,
45 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,

Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. 50 Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Arthur. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's

The rather, that you give his offspring life, [death, nadowing their right under your wings of war:

I give you welcome with a powerless/hand,

1

Good leave means a ready assent. 2 i. e. rumours, idle reports. Faulconbridge's words here carry a concealed piece of satire on a stupid drama of that age, printed in 1599, and called Soliman and Perseda. In this piece there is the character of a bragging cowardly knight, called Basilisco. His pretension to valour is so blown, and seen through, that Piston, a buffoon servant in the play, jumps upon his back, and will not disengage him, till he makes Basilisco swear upon his dudgeon dagger that he was a knave, knave, knave, and no knight, knight, knight, as Basilisco arrogantly stiled himself. In the same manner Philip, when his mother calls him knave, throws off that reproach by humorously laying claim to his new dignity of knighthood. Shakspeare here alludes to the old metrical romance of Richard Caur de lion, wherein this once celebrated monarch is related to have acquired his distinguishing ap pellation, by having plucked out a lion's hear to whose fury he was exposed by the duke of Austria, for having slain his son with a blow of his fist. i. e. importunity. i. e. greater.

Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift
In such a just and charitable war. [their swords
K. Philip. Well then, to work; our cannon
shall be bent

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. Philip. A wonder, lady!--lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.—
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. [siege,
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arins; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
To land his legions ali as soon as I:
His marches are expedient' to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him is come along the mother-queen,
An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:
And all the unsettled humours of the land,-
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fiery 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 scath2 in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums

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England we love; and for that England's sake,
With burthen 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' its lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Out-faced infant state, and done a rape

Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;---
10 These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was the elder brother born,
15 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 owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great
commission, France,

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To draw my answer from thy articles? [thoughts
K. Phil. From that supernal judge, thatstirs good
In any breast of strong authority,

25 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.

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K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phil. Excuse it; 'tis 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.
40 My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so true begot;

[Drums beat. 45

Cuts off more circumstance: They are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.
K. Philip. How much unlook'd for is this ex-

pedition!

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.

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It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. [father.
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that
would blot thee.

Aust. Peace!
Faulc. Hear the crier.

Aust. What the devil art thou?

Faule. 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 smoak your skin-coat, an I catch you right;
Sirrah, look to't; 'faith, I will, i'faith.

Enter King John, Faulconbridge, Elinor, Blanch, 55 Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,

Pembroke, and others.

[permit

K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
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 toheaven.
K.Philip. Peace be to England; if that warreturn
From France to England, there to live in peace!
That is, expeditious,

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That did disrobe the lion of that robe!

Faule. 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
With this abundance of superfluous breath? [ears
King Lewis, determine what we shall do strait.

i. e. destruction, harm. 'i. e. undermined.

K. Philip.

K. Philip. Women, and fools, break off your] [Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.

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:

Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms?
K.John. My life as soon:-I do defy thee France.
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand:
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more
Than e'er the coward hand of France can win:
Submit thee, boy.

Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.

Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child:
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.

Arth. Good my mother, peace!

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[Trumpets sound.

Enter Citizens upon the wails.

1 Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? K. Phil. 'Tis France, for England.

K. John. England, for itself:

You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,— K., Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,

10 Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.

K. John. For our advantage;-Therefore, hear
us first.-

These flags of France, that are advanced here
Before the eyes and prospect of your town,
15 Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:
All preparation for a bloody siege,

I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he 20

weeps.

Const. Now shame upon you,whe'r she does,or no!
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; [eyes, 25
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd
To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli.Thou monstrousslanderer of heavenand earth!
Const.Thoumonstrous injurerofheavenandearth!
Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Of this oppressed boy: This is the eldest son's son,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Beldam, have done.
Const. I have but this to say,-
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
Co this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her'.-Plague her son; his injury,
Her injury, the beadle to her sin,
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her2; A plague upon her!

Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy son.

[will; Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked] A woman's will; a cankred grandam's will!

K. Phil. Peace lady; pause, or be more tempe-
It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim3 [rate:
To these ill-tuned repetitions.-

Some trumpet summon hither to the walls
These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak,

And merciless proceeding by these French,
Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;
And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones,
That as a waist do girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their ordinance
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had been dishabited, and wide havock made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,-
Who, painfully, with much expedient march,
30 Have brought a countercheck before your gates,
To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,--
Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle ;
And now, instead of bullets wrap'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,

35 They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,
To make a faithless error in your ears:
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
And let us in, your king; whose laboured spirits,
Forweary'd in this action of swift speed,

40 Crave harbourage within your city walls.

K. Phil. When I have said, make answer to us
Lo, in this right hand, whose protection [both.
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Of him it holds, stands your Plantagenet;
45 Son to the elder brother of this man,
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys:
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these greens before your town;
Being no further enemy to you,

50 Than the constraint of ho-pitable zeal,
In the relief of this oppressed child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty, which you truly owe,

To him that owes it; namely, this young prince; 55 And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

Dr. Johnson thus explains this very obscure passage: "He is not only made miserable by vengeance for her sin or crime; but her sin, her offspring, and she, are made the instruments of that vengeance, on this descendant; who, though of the second generation, is plagued for her and with her; to whom she is not only the cause but the instrument of evil." The same able and judicious commentator assigns the following meaning to this perplexed sentence: "Instead of inflicting venge. ance on this innocent and remote descendant, punish her son, her immediate offspring: then the affliction will fall where it is deserved; his injury will be her injnry, and the misery of her sin; her son will be a beadle, or chastiser, to her crimes, which are now all punished in the person of this child.” i. e. to encourage. See note3, p. 57, i. e. owns it.

Save

Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd,
We will bear home that lusty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town,
And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace.
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the roundure' of your old fac'd walls
Can hide you from our messengers of war;
Though all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our possession?

[jects;

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Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's sub-
For him, and in his right, we hold this town. [in.)
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me 20
Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the king,
To him will we prove loyal; 'till that time,
Have we ramm'd 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,-
Fyulc. Bastards, and else.

Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow's husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's king and yours.
Enter English Herald, with trumpets.
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your
[proach,
King John, your king, and England's, doth ap-
Commander of this hot malicious day!

bells;

15 Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
That is removed by a staff of France;
Our colours do return in those same hands
That did display them when we first march'd forth;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes:
Open your gates, and give the victors way. [hold,
Cit. "Heralds, from off our towers we might be-
From first to last, the onset and retire
Of both your armies; whose equality
By our best eyes cannot be censured:
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
Strength match'd with strength, and power con-
fronted power:

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K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Phil. As many, and as well-born bloods as 30
Faulc. Some bastards too.
[those,

K. Phil.-Stand in his face, to contradict his
claim.

[souls

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
That to their everlasting residence,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!
K. Phil. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers
[and e'er since
Faulc. Saint George,—that swing'd the dragon,
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence!-Sirrah, were I at home,
At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.-

to arms!

[To Austria.

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[blows;

Both are alike; and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest; while they weigh so even,
We hold our town for neither: yet for both.
Enter the two Kings with their powers, at several doors.
K.John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast
Say, shall the current of our right run on? [away?
Whose passage vext with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
40 With course disturb'd even thy confining shores;
Unless thou let his silver water keep

A peaceful progress to the ocean.

[blood,
K.Phil. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of
In this hot trial, more than we of France;
45 Rather, lost more: and by this hand I swear,
That sways the earth this climate over-looks,→
Before we will lay by our just-borne arms, [bear,
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we
Or add a royal number to the dead;
Gracing the scrowl, that tells of this war's loss,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Aust. Peace; no more.
Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar.
K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll 50
In best appointment, all our regiments. [set forth,
Faulc. Speed then, to take advantage of the field.
K. Phil. It shall be so; and at the other hill
Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right!
[Exeunt. 55

SCENE II.
After excursions, enter the Herald of France,

with trumpets, to the gates.

F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your 60 And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; [gates Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made]

Faulc. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
Oh, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his phangs;
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,
In undetermin'd differences of kings.-
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry, Havock, kings! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm [death!
The other's peace; 'till then, blows, blood and

i. e. the circle. ?i. e. command slaughter to proceed. Potentates.

K. John.

Cit. Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe a while to stay,

K.John. Whose party do the townsmen yet ad[your king? K. Phil. Speak, citizens, for England; who's Cit. The king of England, when we know the king.

mit?

[his right.
K. Phil. Know him in us, that here hold up
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.

Cit. A greater power, than he, denies all this;
And, 'till it be undoubted, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates:
Kings of our fears; until our fears, resolv'd,
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd.

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And I shall shew you peace, and fair-fac'd league;
Win you this city without stroke, or wound;
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
That here come sacrifices for the field:

Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.

K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent
to hear.
[Blanch,
Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
Is near to England: Look upon the years
Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid:
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?

Faule. By heaven, these scroyles' of Angiers 15 If zealous love should go in search of virtue,

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 rul'd by me;
Do like the mutinies of Jerusalein,

Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:
By east and west let France and England mount
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;
"Till their foul-fearing clamours have brawl'd 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?

Faule. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,-
Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,
Turn thon the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will ours, against these saucy walls:
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.
K.Philip. Let it be so: Say, where will you

assault?

K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into the city's bosom.

Aust. I from the north.

K. Philip. Our thunder from the south
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
Faule. 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!

[Aside.

Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?
Such as she is in beauty, virtue, birth,

20 Is the young Dauphin every way complete:
If not complete, oh say, he is not she;
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he:
He is the half part of a blessed man,
25 Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.

Oh, two such silver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in:

30 And two such shores to two such streams made 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,
35 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 enraged is not half so deaf,

40

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.

Faule. Here's a stay,

That shakes the rotten carcase of old death

45 Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, 1ocks, and
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, [seas;
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
What canoneer begot this lusty blood? [bounce;
50 He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and
He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds! I was never so bethumpt with words,
55 Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.

Eli.Son,list to this conjunction, make this match;
Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
160 That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France; sous
Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their

'i. e. scabby, scrophulous fellows. 2 The Lady Blanch was niece to king John by his sister Eleanor.
Our author uses spleen for any violent hurry, or tumultuous speed.

i. e. pious.

Are