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Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawfīdown
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till unsenced 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 o 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, aster, fight who shall be king of it? Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town, turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, As we will ours, against these saucy walls: And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, §: then defy each other; and, pell-mell Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. K. Phi. Let it be so:—Say, where will you assault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into the city's bosom. .dust. I from the north. K. Phi. Our thunder from the south, Shall rain their drist of bullets on this town. Bast. 0 prudent discipline! From north to south, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: [..dside. I'll stir them to it:—Come, away, away! 1 Cit. Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe a while

to stay, And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league; Win you this city without stroke, or wound; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, That here come sacrifices for the field: Perséver *s. hear me, mighty kings. K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to hear. 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady anch, Is near to England; Look upon the years Of Lewis the Dau hin, and that lovely maid: If lusty love o o in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch 7 If zealous' love should go in search of virtue, 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, Is the youn Đauphin every way complete: If not complete, O 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, Left to be finished by such a she And she a fair divided excellence Whose sulness of persection lies in him. 0, two such silver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in : 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, (2) Speed.

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seas : Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs' What cannoneer begot this '. blood? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; 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 bethump'd with words, 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, That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe The bloom that promiseth a o fruit. I see a yielding in the looks of France; Mark, i. o whisper: urge them, while their souls Are capable of this ambition: Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This #"; treaty of our threaten’d town 7 K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forward first To speak unto this city: What say you? K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely

son, Can in this book of beauty read, I love, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, and Poictiers, And | that we upon this side the sea (Except this city now by us besieg'd,) Find liable to our crown and dignity, Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich In titles, honours, and promotions As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world.

K. Po What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's

ace. Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye; Which, being but the shadow of your son, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow: I do protest, I never lov'd myself, Till now infixed I beheld myself Drawn in the flattering table” of her eye. Whispers orith Blanch. Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!— Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!— And quarter'd in her heart'—he doth espy imself love's traitor: This is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be, In such a love, so vile a lout as he. Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine

If he see augh; in you, that makes him like,

That anything he sees, which moves his liking,
I can with ease translate it to my will;
9r, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
I will ensorce it easily to my love.
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,
Than this, -that nothing do I see in you
(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be
your judge,)
That I can find should merit any hate.
K. John. What say these young ones? What

say you, my niece 1 Blanch. 'F. she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin ; can you love this lady? Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain srom love, For I do love her most unseignedly. K. John. Then do I give Wolquessen, Touraine, Main Poictiers, onjou, these five provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.— Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. K. Phi. It likes us well;-Young princes, close your hands. ..?ust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur’d, That I did so, w .." was first assur’d." K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made; For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.— Is not the lady Constance in this troop — I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much :Where is she and her son 1 tell me, who knows. Lew. She is sad and passionate” at your highness' tent. K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we have made, Will give her sadness very little cure. Brother of England, how may we content This widow lady ? In her right we came ; Which we, God knows, have turned another way, To our own vantage.” K. John. We will heal up all: For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town We make him lord of.-Call the lady Constance; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity:—I trust we shall, If not fill up the measure of her will, Yet in some measure satisfy her so, That we shall stop her exclamation. Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, To this unlook'd for, unprepared *} [Exeunt all but !. .." he Citizens retire from the walls. Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part: And Fo armour conscience buckled on; Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, As God's own ...}. in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith; That daily break-vow ; he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids;– Who having no external thing to lose But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that;

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That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commo*

ity,"— commoio. the bias of the world; The world, who of itself is peised' well, Made to run even, upon even ground ; Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, This sway of motion, this commodity, Makes it take head from all indifferency, From all direction, purpose, course, intent: And this same bias, this commodity, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determin’d aid, From a resolv’d 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! [Ent.

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ACT III.

SCE.N.E. I.—The same. The French king's tent. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.

Const. 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 7 and Blanch those pro

vinces 7 It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again: It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so : I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man: Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable” of fears; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst butjest, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son 7 ° What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering” o'er his bounds? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true. Comst. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,

Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter so,
As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.—

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Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou? France friend with England' what becomes of

ine sFellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, But spoke the harm that is by others dono Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it. .irth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert

rim, Ugly, ai sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Éof unpleasing blots, and sightless' stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,” Food with soul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. 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, chang'd, 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, And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; That strumpet fortune, that usurping John :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 under-bear.

Sal. Pardon me, madam, I may not go without you to the kings.

Const. o may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with

thee : 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; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. [She throws herself on the ground.

Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and attendants.

K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this bless

ed day,

Ever in France shall be kept festival:
To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
So, so it but a holyday.

Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday #7

astn What hath this day deserv'd 7 what hath it done; That it in golden setters should be set, Among the high tides," in the kalendar? Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Or, if it must stand oil, let wives with child Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd : But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; No bargains break, that are not this day made: This day all things begun come to ill end; Yza, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!

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K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day: Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit, Removes ; which, being touch'd, and ried, Proves valueless: 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, *::: you heavens, against these perjur’d ings . 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 perjur'd kings' Hear me, O, hear me ! ..?ust. Lady Constance, peace. Const. War! war ! no peace peace is to me

war. O Lymoges' O Austria thou dost shame That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; Thou little valiant, great in villanyl Thou ever strong upon the stronger side Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety thou art perjur'd too, And sooth'st | greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slav Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been sworn my soldier 7 bidding me dépend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? 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. .dust. O, that a man should speak those words to me ! Bast. #. hang a calf's-skin on those recreant imbs. .Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant

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Enter Pandulph.

K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven 1– 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 perforce, Keep Stephen Langton, chosen io from that holy see ? This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name, Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. . John. What earthly name to interrogatories Can task the free breath of a sacred king 7 Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of Englano Add thus much more, That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions; But as we under heaven are supreme head, So, under him, that great supremacy,

11) Unsightly. (2) Portentous. (3) Seated in state.

(4) Solemn seasons. (5) Do off.

Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
Without the assistance of a mortal hand:
So tell the pope; all reverence set apart,
To him, and his usurp'd authority. -
K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in

this.

K. John. Though you, and all the kings of

- Christendom, Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, Dreading i. curse that money may buy out; And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, . Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Though you, and all the rest, so grossly, led, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose. Against the pope, and count his friends my foes.

Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate: And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt From his allegiance to a heretic; And mortorious hail that hand be call’d, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint, That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life.

omst. 0, lawful let it be,

That I have room with Rome to curse a while !
Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen,
To my keen curses; for, without my wrong,
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my

curse. Const. And for mine too; when law can do no

right, Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; For he, that ji. his kingdom, holds the law : Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, How can the law sorbid my tongue to curse ? Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Let go the hand of that arch-heretic ; . And raise the power of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Eli. Look'st thou pale, France 2 do not let go thy hand. Const. ... to that, devil! lest that France

repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul. Just. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Bast. #. hang a calf's-skin on his recreant imbs. ..?ust. Well, russian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because— Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal 7 Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal? Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, Or the light loss of England for a friend: Forego the easier. Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts thee here, In likeness of a new untrimmed, bride. Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her faith, But from her need. Const. 0, if thou grant my need, Which only lives but by the death of faith,

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yours, And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit; And the conjunction of our inward souls Married in league, coupled and link'd together With all religious strength of sacred vows; The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; And even before this truce, but new before, . No longer than we well could wash our hands, To clap this royal bargain up of peace,— Heaven knows, they were besmeard and over With sl o l ith slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint The fearful difference of incensed i. pain And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?” Play fast and loose with faith ? so jest with heaven, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, As now again to snatch our palm from palm; Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, And make a riot on the gentle brow Qf true sincerity ? 0 holy sir, My reverend father, let it not be so: Qut of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd To do your F. and continue friends. Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, Save what is opposite to Éngland's love. Therefore, to arms be champion of our church! Qr let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother's curse, on her revolting son. France; thou may’st hold a serpent by the tongue, A cased ion by the mortal paw A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. K. Phi.. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith: And, like a civil war, set'st oath to o, Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd; That is, to be the champion of our church 1 What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thysels, And may not be performed by thyself: For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Is not amiss when it is truly done; And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then most done not doing it: The better act of purposes mistook Is, to mistake again; though indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. It is religion, that doth make vows kept;

(2) Exchange of salutation.

But thou hast sworn against religion;
By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou
swear'st;
And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth
Against an oath: The truth thou art unsure
To swear, swear only not to be forsworn ;
Else, what a mockery should it be to swear !
But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:
And better conquest never canst thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against those giddy loose suggestions:
Upon which better part our prayers come in,
If thou wouchsafe them; but, is not, then know,
The peril of our curses light on thee;
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off
But, in despair, die under their black weight.
.dust. Rebellion, flat rebellion :
Will’t not be 7

Bast.
Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine !

Lew. Father, to arms'

Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? Against the blood that thou hast married ? What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men 7 Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums, Clamours of hell—be measures to our pomp O husband, hear me!—ah, alack, how new Is husband in my mouth !—even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Against mine uncle.

Const. O, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Thou virtuous dauphin, alter not the doom Fore-thought by heaven.

Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive

may Be stronger with thee than the name of wise? Const. That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! Lew. I muse,” your majesty doth seem so cold, When such profound respects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. K. Phi. Thou shalt not need:—England, I'll fall from thee. Const. 0 fair return of banish'd majesty! Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour. Bast. Qld time the clock-setter, that bald sexton

time Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day, adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal 7 I am with both : each army hath a hand; And, in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl asunder, and dismember me. Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may’st lose ; Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; Assured loss, before the match bo play'd. . Levr. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my

life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance” together.— Erit Bastard.

(1) Music for dancing. (2) Wonder.

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K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay ehind, [To Elinor. So strongly guarded.—Cousin, look not sad: To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was. .drth, Q, this will make my mother die with gries. K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard.] away for England; haste before : And, ere, our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots: angels' imprisoned Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon : Use our commission in his utmost force. Bust. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me

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back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. I leave your highness:—Grandam, I will pray If ever I remember to be holy) or your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin. K. John. Coz, farewell. [Erit Bastard Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. o ink's Arthurasiń. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of slesh There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,+ But I will sit it with some better time. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee. Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty

K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet: (3) Force. (4) Gold coin.

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