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twg_000000020200 | unto the death. QUEEN ELEANOR. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. BASTARD. Our country manners give our betters way. KING JOHN. What is thy name? BASTARD. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun; Philip, good old Sir Roberts wifes eldest son. KING JOHN. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest. Kneel thou down Philip, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020201 | but rise more great, Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet. BASTARD. Brother by th mothers side, give me your hand. My father gave me honour, yours gave land. Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, When I was got, Sir Robert was away! QUEEN ELEANOR. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so. BASTARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020202 | Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though? Something about, a little from the right, In at the window, or else oer the hatch. Who dares not stir by day must walk by night, And have is have, however men do catch. Near or far off, well won is still well shot, And I am I, howeer I was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020203 | begot. KING JOHN. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire. A 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. BASTARD. Brother, adieu, good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i th way of honesty. [_Exeunt all but the Bastard._] A foot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020204 | of honour better than I was, But many a many 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, Ill call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget mens names: Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion. Now your traveller, He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020205 | and his toothpick at my worships mess, And when my knightly stomach is sufficd, Why then I suck my teeth and catechize My picked man of countries: My dear sir, Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin, I shall beseech youthat is Question now; And then comes Answer like an absey book: O sir, says Answer at your best command; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020206 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020207 | myself; For he is but a bastard to the time That 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 ages tooth, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Yet, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020208 | 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, tis my mother!How now, good lady? What brings you here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020209 | to court so hastily? LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Where is that slave, thy brother? Where is he That holds in chase mine honour up and down? BASTARD. My brother Robert, old Sir Roberts son? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it Sir Roberts son that you seek so? LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Sir Roberts son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Sir Roberts son. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020210 | Why scornst thou at Sir Robert? He is Sir Roberts son, and so art thou. BASTARD. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? GURNEY. Good leave, good Philip. BASTARD. Philip?sparrow!James, Theres toys abroad. Anon Ill tell thee more. [_Exit Gurney._] Madam, I was not old Sir Roberts son. Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020211 | Friday, and neer broke his fast. Sir Robert could do wellmarry, to confess Could get me. Sir Robert could not do it. We know his handiwork. Therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholding for these limbs? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020212 | defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? BASTARD. Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like. What! I am dubbd! I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I am not Sir Roberts son. I have disclaimd Sir Robert and my land; Legitimation, name, and all is gone. Then, good my mother, let me know my father Some proper | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020213 | man, I hope. Who was it, mother? LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? BASTARD. As faithfully as I deny the devil. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. King Richard Cur-de-lion was thy father. By long and vehement suit I was seducd To make room for him in my husbands bed. Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Thou art the issue | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020214 | of my dear offence, Which was so strongly urgd, past my defence. BASTARD. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020215 | commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richards hand. He that perforce robs lions of their hearts May easily win a womans. Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020216 | When I was got, Ill 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 lies. I say twas not. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. France. Before the walls of Angiers. Enter, on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020217 | one side, the Archduke of Austria and Forces; on the other, Philip King of France, Louis, Constance, Arthur and Forces. LOUIS. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, Richard, that robbd the lion of his heart And fought the holy wars in Palestine, By this brave duke came early to his grave. And, for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020218 | 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. ARTHUR. God shall forgive you Cur-de-lions death The rather that you give his offspring life, Shadowing their right under your wings of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020219 | war. I give you welcome with a powerless hand, But with a heart full of unstained love. Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. LOUIS. A noble boy. Who would not do thee right? AUSTRIA. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020220 | Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-facd shore, Whose foot spurns back the oceans roaring tides And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedgd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020221 | for her king; till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. CONSTANCE. O, take his mothers thanks, a widows thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love! AUSTRIA. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020222 | war. KING 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. Well lay before this town our royal bones, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmens blood, But we will make it subject to this boy. CONSTANCE. Stay for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020223 | an answer to your embassy, Lest unadvisd you stain your swords with blood. My Lord Chatillion 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 Chatillion. KING PHILIP. A wonder, lady! Lo, upon thy wish, Our messenger Chatillion | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020224 | is arrivd. What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; We coldly pause for thee; Chatillion, speak. CHATILLION. 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 stayd, have given him time To land his legions | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020225 | all as soon as I; His marches are expedient to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife; With her her niece, the Lady Blanche of Spain; With them a bastard of the Kings deceasd. And all th unsettled humours of the land; Rash, inconsiderate, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020226 | 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 oer Did never float upon the swelling tide To do offence and scathe | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020227 | in Christendom. [_Drums beat within._] The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance. They are at hand, To parley or to fight, therefore prepare. KING PHILIP. How much unlookd-for is this expedition! AUSTRIA. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020228 | prepard. Enter King John, Eleanor, Blanche, the Bastard, Pembroke, Lords and Forces. KING JOHN. Peace be to France, if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own; If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven, Whiles we, Gods wrathful agent, do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven. KING PHILIP. Peace be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020229 | to England, if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace. England we love; and for that Englands 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 underwrought his lawful king, Cut off the sequence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020230 | of posterity, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Look here upon thy brother Geoffreys face; These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his: This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geoffrey, and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That Geoffrey was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020231 | thy elder brother born, And this his son; England was Geoffreys right, And this is Geoffreys. In the name of God, How comes it then that thou art calld a king, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which owe the crown that thou oermasterest? KING JOHN. From whom hast thou this great commission, France, To draw my answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020232 | from thy articles? KING PHILIP. From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority, 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. KING JOHN. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020233 | KING PHILIP. Excuse it is to beat usurping down. QUEEN ELEANOR. Who is it thou dost call usurper, France? CONSTANCE. Let me make answer: thy usurping son. QUEEN ELEANOR. Out, insolent! Thy bastard shall be king, That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world! CONSTANCE. My bed was ever to thy son as true As thine was to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020234 | thy husband; and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geoffrey 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, and if thou wert his mother. QUEEN ELEANOR. Theres a good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020235 | mother, boy, that blots thy father. CONSTANCE. Theres a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee. AUSTRIA. Peace! BASTARD. Hear the crier! AUSTRIA. What the devil art thou? BASTARD. One that will play the devil, sir, with you, An he may catch your hide and you alone. You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valour plucks dead | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020236 | lions by the beard. Ill smoke your skin-coat an I catch you right; Sirrah, look to t; i faith I will, i faith. BLANCHE. O, well did he become that lions robe That did disrobe the lion of that robe! BASTARD. It lies as sightly on the back of him As great Alcides shows upon an ass. But, ass, Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020237 | take that burden from your back, Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. AUSTRIA. What cracker is this same that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? KING PHILIP. Louis, determine what we shall do straight. LOUIS. Women and fools, break off your conference. KING PHILIP. King John, this is the very sum of all: England | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020238 | and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thee. Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms? KING JOHN. My life as soon: I do defy thee, France. Arthur of Brittany, yield thee to my hand; And out of my dear love Ill give thee more Than eer the coward hand of France can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020239 | win. Submit thee, boy. QUEEN ELEANOR. Come to thy grandam, child. CONSTANCE. Do, child, go to it grandam, child. Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig. Theres a good grandam. ARTHUR. Good my mother, peace! I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020240 | thats made for me. QUEEN ELEANOR. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. CONSTANCE. Now, shame upon you, wheer she does or no! His grandams wrongs, and not his mothers shames, Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee. Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribd To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020241 | do him justice, and revenge on you. QUEEN ELEANOR. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! CONSTANCE. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Call not me slanderer. Thou and thine usurp The dominations, royalties, and rights Of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest sons son, Infortunate in nothing but in thee. Thy sins are visited in this poor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020242 | child; The canon of the law is laid on him, Being but the second generation Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. KING JOHN. Bedlam, have done. CONSTANCE. I have but this to say, That he is not only plagued for her sin, But God hath made her sin and her the plague On this removed issue, plagued for her And with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020243 | her plague; her sin his injury Her injury the beadle to her sin, All punishd in the person of this child, And all for her. A plague upon her! QUEEN ELEANOR. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce A will that bars the title of thy son. CONSTANCE. Ay, who doubts that? A will, a wicked will; A womans will; a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020244 | cankered grandams will! KING PHILIP. Peace, lady! Pause, or be more temperate. It ill beseems this presence to cry aim To these ill-tuned repetitions. Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers. Let us hear them speak Whose title they admit, Arthurs or Johns. Trumpet sounds. Enter Citizens upon the walls. CITIZEN. Who is it that hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020245 | warnd us to the walls? KING PHILIP. Tis France, for England. KING JOHN. England for itself. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects KING PHILIP. You loving men of Angiers, Arthurs subjects, Our trumpet calld you to this gentle parle KING JOHN. For our advantage; therefore hear us first. These flags of France, that are advanced here Before the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020246 | eye and prospect of your town, Have hither marchd 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 And merciless proceeding by these French Confronts your citys eyes, your winking gates; And, but for our approach, those sleeping | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020247 | stones, That as a waist doth girdle you about, By the compulsion of their ordinance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made For bloody power to rush upon your peace. But on the sight of us your lawful king, Who painfully with much expedient march Have brought a countercheck before your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020248 | gates, To save unscratchd your citys threatened cheeks, Behold, the French, amazd, vouchsafe a parle; And now, instead of bullets wrappd in fire, To make a shaking fever in your walls, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020249 | labourd spirits Forwearied in this action of swift speed, Craves harbourage within your city walls. KING PHILIP. When I have said, make answer to us both. Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Is most divinely vowd upon the right Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet, Son to the elder brother of this man, And king oer him and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020250 | 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 Than the constraint of hospitable 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, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020251 | then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, Save in aspect, hath all offence seald up; Our cannons malice vainly shall be spent Against th invulnerable clouds of heaven; And with a blessed and unvexd retire, With unhackd swords and helmets all unbruisd, We will bear home that lusty blood again Which here we came to spout against your town, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020252 | And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. But if you fondly pass our profferd offer, Tis not the roundure of your old-facd walls Can hide you from our messengers of war, Though all these English, and their discipline Were harbourd in their rude circumference. Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord In that behalf which we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020253 | have challengd it? Or shall we give the signal to our rage And stalk in blood to our possession? FIRST CITIZEN. In brief, we are the King of Englands subjects. For him, and in his right, we hold this town. KING JOHN. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in. CITIZEN. That can we not; but he that proves the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020254 | King, To him will we prove loyal. Till that time Have we rammd up our gates against the world. KING JOHN. Doth not the crown of England prove the King? And if not that, I bring you witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of Englands breed BASTARD. Bastards and else. KING JOHN. To verify our title with their lives. KING PHILIP. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020255 | As many and as well-born bloods as those BASTARD. Some bastards too. KING PHILIP. Stand in his face to contradict his claim. FIRST CITIZEN. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We for the worthiest hold the right from both. KING JOHN. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020256 | evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdoms king! KING PHILIP. Amen, Amen!Mount, chevaliers! To arms! BASTARD. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and eer since Sits on s horseback at mine hostess door, Teach us some fence! [_To Austria_.] Sirrah, were I at home, At your den, sirrah, with your lioness, I would set an ox-head to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020257 | your lions hide, And make a monster of you. AUSTRIA. Peace! No more. BASTARD. O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar. KING JOHN. Up higher to the plain; where well set forth In best appointment all our regiments. BASTARD. Speed, then, to take advantage of the field. KING PHILIP. It shall be so; and at the other hill Command | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020258 | the rest to stand. God and our right! [_Exeunt severally._] Here, after excursions, enter a Herald of France with Trumpets, to the gates. FRENCH HERALD. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, Duke of Brittany, in, Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020259 | Whose sons lie scatterd on the bleeding ground. Many a widows husband grovelling lies, Coldly embracing the discolourd earth; And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French, Who are at hand, triumphantly displayd, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim Arthur of Brittany Englands king and yours. Enter English Herald with Trumpet. ENGLISH HERALD. Rejoice, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020260 | you men of Angiers, ring your bells: King John, your king and Englands, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day. Their armours, that marchd hence so silver-bright, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmens 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020261 | did display them when we first marchd forth; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes: Open your gates and give the victors way. FIRST CITIZEN. Heralds, from off our towers, we might behold, From first to last, the onset and retire Of both your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020262 | armies; whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured: Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answerd blows; Strength matchd with strength, and power confronted power: 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 on one side King John, Eleanor, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020263 | Blanche, the Bastard and Forces; on the other, King Philip, Louis, Austria and Forces. KING JOHN. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Say, shall the current of our right run on, Whose passage, vexd with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and oerswell With course disturbd even thy confining shores, Unless thou let his silver water | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020264 | keep A peaceful progress to the ocean? KING PHILIP. England, thou hast not savd one drop of blood In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, That sways the earth this climate overlooks, Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, Well put thee down, gainst whom these arms we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020265 | bear, Or add a royal number to the dead, Gracing the scroll that tells of this wars loss With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. BASTARD. Ha, majesty! How high thy glory towers When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020266 | teeth, his fangs; And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men, In undetermind differences of kings. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? Cry havoc, kings! Back to the stained field, You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits! Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace. Till then, blows, blood, and death! KING JOHN. Whose party do the townsmen | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020267 | yet admit? KING PHILIP. Speak, citizens, for England; whos your king? FIRST CITIZEN. The King of England, when we know the king. KING PHILIP. Know him in us, that here hold up his right. KING JOHN. In us, that are our own great deputy, And bear possession of our person here, Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. FIRST | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020268 | CITIZEN. A greater power than we denies all this; And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barrd gates: Kings of our fear, until our fears, resolvd, Be by some certain king purgd and deposd. BASTARD. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings, And stand securely on their battlements As in a theatre, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020269 | whence they gape and point At your industrious scenes and acts of death. Your royal presences be ruld by me: Do like the mutines of Jerusalem, Be friends awhile, 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 soul-fearing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020270 | clamours have brawld down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city: Id 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020271 | 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? KING JOHN. Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads, I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers And lay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020272 | this Angiers even with the ground; Then after fight who shall be king of it? BASTARD. An if thou hast the mettle of a king, Being wrongd 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 dashd them to the ground, Why | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020273 | then defy each other, and pell-mell, Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell. KING PHILIP. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? KING JOHN. We from the west will send destruction Into this citys bosom. AUSTRIA. I from the north. KING PHILIP. Our thunder from the south Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. BASTARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020274 | O prudent discipline! From north to south, Austria and France shoot in each others mouth: Ill stir them to it.Come, away, away! FIRST CITIZEN. Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile to stay, And I shall show you peace and fair-facd league; Win you this city without stroke or wound; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds That here come | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020275 | sacrifices for the field: Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. KING JOHN. Speak on with favour; we are bent to hear. FIRST CITIZEN. That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanche, Is niece to England. Look upon the years Of Louis the Dauphin and that lovely maid. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020276 | find it fairer than in Blanche? If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanche? If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanche? Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Is the young Dauphin every way complete. If not complete of, say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020277 | 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 fulness of perfection lies in him. O, two such silver currents, when they join | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020278 | 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 To our fast-closed gates; for at this match, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, The mouth of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020279 | passage shall we fling wide ope, And give you entrance. But without this match, The sea enraged is not half so deaf, 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. BASTARD. Heres a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020280 | Out of his rags! Heres a large mouth indeed, That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Our ears are cudgelld; not a word | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020281 | of his But buffets better than a fist of France. Zounds! I was never so bethumpd with words Since I first calld my brothers father dad. QUEEN ELEANOR. 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 unsurd assurance to the crown, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020282 | 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; Mark how they 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020283 | it was. FIRST CITIZEN. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threatend town? KING PHILIP. Speak England first, that hath been forward first To speak unto this city. What say you? KING JOHN. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, Can in this book of beauty read I love, Her dowry shall weigh equal with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020284 | a queen. For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, And all that we upon this side the sea Except this city now by us besiegd 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020285 | KING PHILIP. What sayst thou, boy? Look in the ladys face. LOUIS. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself formd 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 lovd myself | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020286 | Till now infixed I beheld myself Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. [_Whispers with Blanche._] BASTARD. [_Aside_.] Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! Hangd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow, And quarterd in her heart! He doth espy Himself loves traitor. This is pity now, That, hangd and drawn and quarterd, there should be In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020287 | such a love so vile a lout as he. BLANCHE. My uncles will in this respect is mine. If he see aught in you that makes him like, That anything he sees, which moves his liking I can with ease translate it to my will; Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easly to my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020288 | 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. KING JOHN. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece? BLANCHE. That she is bound | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020289 | in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. KING JOHN. Speak then, Prince Dauphin. Can you love this lady? LOUIS. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly. KING JOHN. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, With her to thee; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020290 | and this addition more, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. Philip of France, if thou be pleasd withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. KING PHILIP. It likes us well.Young princes, close your hands. AUSTRIA. And your lips too; for I am well assurd That I did so when I was first assurd. KING PHILIP. Now, citizens | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020291 | of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made; For at Saint Marys chapel presently The rites of marriage shall be solemnizd. 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? Tell me, who knows. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020292 | LOUIS. She is sad and passionate at your highness tent. KING PHILIP. 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 turnd another way, To our own vantage. KING JOHN. We will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020293 | heal up all; For well create young Arthur Duke of Brittany, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020294 | shall stop her exclamation. Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, To this unlookd-for, unprepared pomp. [_Exeunt all but the Bastard. The Citizens retire from the walls._] BASTARD. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthurs title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part; And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, Whom zeal and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020295 | charity brought to the field As Gods own soldier, rounded 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020296 | maid of that, That smooth-facd gentleman, tickling commodity, Commodity, 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020297 | This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clappd on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determind aid, From a resolvd and honourable war, To a most base and vile-concluded peace. And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wood me yet. Not that I have the power to clutch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020298 | 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020299 | Since kings break faith upon commodity, Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee! [_Exit._] ACT III SCENE I. France. The French Kings tent. Enter Constance, Arthur and Salisbury. CONSTANCE. Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace? False blood to false blood joind? Gone to be friends? Shall Louis have Blanche, and Blanche those provinces? It is | 60 | gutenberg |
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