| ACT II SCENE I | France. Before Angiers. | |
| | Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side: on the other KING PHILIP and his power; LEWIS, ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants | |
| LEWIS | Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. | |
| | Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, | |
| | Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart | |
| | And fought the holy wars in Palestine, | 5 |
| | By this brave duke came early to his grave: | |
| | And for amends to his posterity, | |
| | At our importance hither is he come, | |
| | To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf, | |
| | And to rebuke the usurpation | 10 |
| | Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: | |
| | Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. | |
| ARTHUR | God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death | |
| | The rather that you give his offspring life, | |
| | Shadowing their right under your wings of war: | 15 |
| | I give you welcome with a powerless hand, | |
| | But with a heart full of unstained love: | |
| | Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. | |
| LEWIS | A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? | |
| AUSTRIA | Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, | 20 |
| | As seal to this indenture of my love, | |
| | That to my home I will no more return, | |
| | Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, | |
| | Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, | |
| | Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides | 25 |
| | And coops from other lands her islanders, | |
| | Even till that England, hedged in with the main, | |
| | That water-walled bulwark, still secure | |
| | And confident from foreign purposes, | |
| | Even till that utmost corner of the west | 30 |
| | Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, | |
| | Will I not think of home, but follow arms. | |
| CONSTANCE | O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, | |
| | Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength | |
| | To make a more requital to your love! | 35 |
| AUSTRIA | The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords | |
| | In such a just and charitable 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, | 40 |
| | 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. | |
| CONSTANCE | Stay for an answer to your embassy, | 45 |
| | Lest unadvised 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. | 50 |
| | Enter CHATILLON | |
| KING PHILIP | A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish, | |
| | Our messenger Chatillon is arrived! | |
| | What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; | |
| | We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. | |
| CHATILLON | Then turn your forces from this paltry siege | 55 |
| | 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 stay'd, have given him time | |
| | To land his legions all as soon as I; | 60 |
| | 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 Blanch of Spain; | 65 |
| | With them a bastard of the king's deceased, | |
| | And all the unsettled humours of the land, | |
| | Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, | |
| | With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens, | |
| | Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, | 70 |
| | Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, | |
| | To make hazard of new fortunes here: | |
| | In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits | |
| | Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er | |
| | Did nearer float upon the swelling tide, | 75 |
| | To do offence and scath in Christendom. | |
| | Drum beats | |
| | 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 unlook'd for is this expedition! | 80 |
| AUSTRIA | By how much unexpected, by so much | |
| | We must awake endavour for defence; | |
| | For courage mounteth with occasion: | |
| | Let them be welcome then: we are prepared. | |
| | Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, BLANCH, the BASTARD, Lords, and forces | |
| KING JOHN | Peace be to France, if France in peace permit | 85 |
| | 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 beats His peace to heaven. | |
| KING PHILIP | Peace be to England, if that war return | 90 |
| | From France to England, there to live in peace. | |
| | England we love; and for that England's sake | |
| | With burden of our armour here we sweat. | |
| | This toil of ours should be a work of thine; | |
| | But thou from loving England art so far, | 95 |
| | That thou hast under-wrought his 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; | 100 |
| | These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his: | |
| | This little abstract doth contain that large | |
| | Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time | |
| | Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. | |
| | That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, | 105 |
| | 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'ermasterest? | 110 |
| KING JOHN | From whom hast thou this great commission, France, | |
| | To draw my answer 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: | 115 |
| | 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. | |
| KING PHILIP | Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. | 120 |
| QUEEN ELINOR | Who is it thou dost call usurper, France? | |
| CONSTANCE | Let me make answer; thy usurping son. | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king, | |
| | That thou mayst be a queen, and cheque the world! | |
| CONSTANCE | My bed was ever to thy son as true | 125 |
| | As thine was to thy husband; and this boy | |
| | Liker in feature to his father Geffrey | |
| | Than thou and John in manners; being as like | |
| | As rain to water, or devil to his dam. | |
| | My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think | 130 |
| | His father never was so true begot: | |
| |
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father. | |
| CONSTANCE | There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee. | |
| AUSTRIA | Peace! | 135 |
| BASTARD | Hear the crier. | |
| AUSTRIA | What the devil art thou? | |
| BASTARD | 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, | 140 |
| | Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; | |
| | I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; | |
| | Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith. | |
| BLANCH | O, well did he become that lion's robe | |
| | That did disrobe the lion of that robe! | 145 |
| BASTARD | It lies as sightly on the back of him | |
| | As great Alcides' shows upon an ass: | |
| | But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back, | |
| | Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. | |
| AUSTRIA | What craker is this same that deafs our ears | 150 |
| | With this abundance of superfluous breath? | |
| KING PHILIP | Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. | |
| LEWIS | Women and fools, break off your conference. | |
| | King John, this is the very sum of all; | |
| | England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, | 155 |
| | 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 Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; | |
| | And out of my dear love I'll give thee more | 160 |
| | Than e'er the coward hand of France can win: | |
| | Submit thee, boy. | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | Come to thy grandam, child. | |
| CONSTANCE | Do, child, go to it grandam, child: | |
| | Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will | 165 |
| | Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig: | |
| | There's a good grandam. | |
| ARTHUR | Good my mother, peace! | |
| | I would that I were low laid in my grave: | |
| | I am not worth this coil that's made for me. | 170 |
| QUEEN ELINOR | His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. | |
| CONSTANCE | Now shame upon you, whether she does or no! | |
| | His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, | |
| | Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, | |
| | Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; | 175 |
| | Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed | |
| | To do him justice and revenge on you. | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! | |
| CONSTANCE | Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! | |
| | Call not me slanderer; thou and thine usurp | 180 |
| | The dominations, royalties and rights | |
| | Of this oppressed boy: this is thy eld'st 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, | 185 |
| | 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, | 190 |
| | But God hath made her sin and her the plague | |
| | On this removed issue, plague for her | |
| | And with her plague; her sin his injury, | |
| | Her injury the beadle to her sin, | |
| | All punish'd in the person of this child, | 195 |
| | And all for her; a plague upon her! | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | 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 woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! | 200 |
| 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 | 205 |
| | Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. | |
| | Trumpet sounds. Enter certain Citizens upon the walls. | |
| First Citizen | Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? | |
| KING PHILIP | 'Tis France, for England. | |
| KING JOHN | England, for itself. | |
| | You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects-- | 210 |
| KING PHILIP | You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, | |
| | Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle-- | |
| KING JOHN | For our advantage; therefore hear us first. | |
| | These flags of France, that are advanced here | |
| | Before the eye and prospect of your town, | 215 |
| | 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 | 220 |
| | All 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 doth girdle you about, | |
| | By the compulsion of their ordinance | 225 |
| | 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 | 230 |
| | Have brought a countercheque before your gates, | |
| | To save unscratch'd your city's threatened cheeks, | |
| | Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle; | |
| | And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, | |
| | To make a shaking fever in your walls, | 235 |
| | 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 labour'd spirits, | |
| | Forwearied in this action of swift speed, | 240 |
| | Crave 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 vow'd upon the right | |
| | Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet, | 245 |
| | 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 | 250 |
| | 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 that owes it, namely this young prince: | 255 |
| | And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, | |
| | Save in aspect, hath 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, | 260 |
| | With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruised, | |
| | 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, | 265 |
| | 'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced 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, | 270 |
| | In that behalf which we have challenged 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 England's subjects: | |
| | For him, and in his right, we hold this town. | 275 |
| KING JOHN | Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. | |
| First Citizen | 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. | |
| KING JOHN | Doth not the crown of England prove the king? | 280 |
| | And if not that, I bring you witnesses, | |
| | Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,-- | |
| BASTARD | Bastards, and else. | |
| KING JOHN | To verify our title with their lives. | |
| KING PHILIP | As many and as well-born bloods as those,-- | 285 |
| 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 | 290 |
| | That to their everlasting residence, | |
| | Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, | |
| | In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! | |
| KING PHILIP | Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms! | |
| BASTARD | Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since | 295 |
| | Sits on his 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 your lion's hide, | 300 |
| | 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 we'll set forth | |
| | In best appointment all our regiments. | 305 |
| BASTARD | Speed then, to take advantage of the field. | |
| KING PHILIP | It shall be so; and at the other hill | |
| | Command the rest to stand. God and our right! | |
| | Exeunt | |
| | Here after excursions, enter the Herald of France,with trumpets, to the gates | |
| French Herald | You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, | |
| | And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in, | 310 |
| | Who by the hand of France this day hath made | |
| | Much work for tears in many an English mother, | |
| | Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground; | |
| | Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, | |
| | Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; | 315 |
| | 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. | 320 |
| | Enter English Herald, with trumpet. | |
| English Herald | Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells: | |
| | King John, your king and England's doth approach, | |
| | Commander of this hot malicious day: | |
| | Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, | |
| | Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; | 325 |
| | 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 troop of jolly huntsmen, come | 330 |
| | Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, | |
| | Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes: | |
| | Open your gates and gives the victors way. | |
| First Citizen | Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, | |
| | From first to last, the onset and retire | 335 |
| | Of both your armies; whose equality | |
| | By our best eyes cannot be censured: | |
| | Blood hath bought blood and blows have answered blows; | |
| | Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: | |
| | Both are alike; and both alike we like. | 340 |
| | One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even, | |
| | We hold our town for neither, yet for both. | |
| | Re-enter KING JOHN and KING PHILIP, with their powers, severally. | |
| KING JOHN | France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? | |
| | Say, shall the current of our right run on? | |
| | Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, | 345 |
| | Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell | |
| | With course disturb'd even thy confining shores, | |
| | Unless thou let his silver water keep | |
| | A peaceful progress to the ocean. | |
| KING PHILIP | England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, | 350 |
| | 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, | |
| | We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear, | 355 |
| | Or add a royal number to the dead, | |
| | Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's 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! | 360 |
| | O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; | |
| | The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; | |
| | And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men, | |
| | In undetermined differences of kings. | |
| | Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? | 365 |
| | Cry, 'havoc!' kings; back to the stained field, | |
| | You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits! | |
| | Then let confusion of one part confirm | |
| | The other's peace: till then, blows, blood and death! | |
| KING JOHN | Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? | 370 |
| KING PHILIP | Speak, citizens, for England; who's 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, | 375 |
| | Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. | |
| First Citizen | A greater power then we denies all this; | |
| | And till it be undoubted, we do lock | |
| | Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates; | |
| | King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolved, | 380 |
| | Be by some certain king purged and deposed. | |
| BASTARD | By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers 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. | 385 |
| | Your royal presences be ruled 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 | 390 |
| | Their battering cannon charged to the mouths, | |
| | Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down | |
| | The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city: | |
| | I'ld play incessantly upon these jades, | |
| | Even till unfenced desolation | 395 |
| | 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 | 400 |
| | 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? | 405 |
| KING 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 to the ground; | |
| | Then after fight who shall be king of it? | |
| BASTARD | An if thou hast the mettle of a king, | 410 |
| | Being wronged 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, | |
| | Why then defy each other and pell-mell | 415 |
| | 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 city's bosom. | |
| AUSTRIA | I from the north. | 420 |
| KING PHILIP | Our thunder from the south | |
| | Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. | |
| BASTARD | 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! | 425 |
| First Citizen | Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile 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: | 430 |
| | 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 Blanch, | |
| | Is niece to England: look upon the years | |
| | Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid: | 435 |
| | If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, | |
| | Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? | |
| | 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, | 440 |
| | Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? | |
| | Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, | |
| | Is the young Dauphin every way complete: | |
| | If not complete of, say he is not she; | |
| | And she again wants nothing, to name want, | 445 |
| | 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 as she; | |
| | And she a fair divided excellence, | |
| | Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. | 450 |
| | O, 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. | 455 |
| | 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 passage shall we fling wide ope, | |
| | And give you entrance: but without this match, | 460 |
| | The sea enraged is not half so deaf, | |
| | Lions more confident, mountains and rocks | |
| | More free from motion, no, not Death himself | |
| | In moral fury half so peremptory, | |
| | As we to keep this city. | 465 |
| BASTARD | Here's a stay | |
| | That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death | |
| | Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, | |
| | That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas, | |
| | Talks as familiarly of roaring lions | 470 |
| | 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 cudgell'd; not a word of his | 475 |
| | 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. | |
| QUEEN ELINOR | Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; | |
| | Give with our niece a dowry large enough: | 480 |
| | For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie | |
| | Thy now unsured assurance to the crown, | |
| | 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; | 485 |
| | 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 it was. | 490 |
| First Citizen | Why answer not the double majesties | |
| | This friendly treaty of our threaten'd 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, | 495 |
| | Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,' | |
| | Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: | |
| | For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, | |
| | And all that we upon this side the sea, | |
| | Except this city now by us besieged, | 500 |
| | 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. | 505 |
| KING PHILIP | What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face. | |
| LEWIS | 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, | 510 |
| | Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow: | |
| | I do protest I never loved myself | |
| | Till now infixed I beheld myself | |
| | Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. | |
| | Whispers with BLANCH | |
| BASTARD | Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! | 515 |
| | Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! | |
| | And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy | |
| | Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, | |
| | That hang'd and drawn and quartered, there should be | |
| | In such a love so vile a lout as he. | 520 |
| BLANCH | My uncle's will in this respect is mine: | |
| | If he see aught in you that makes him like, | |
| | That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, | |
| | I can with ease translate it to my will; | |
| | Or if you will, to speak more properly, | 525 |
| | I will enforce 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, | 530 |
| | That I can find should merit any hate. | |
| KING JOHN | What say these young ones? What say you my niece? | |
| BLANCH | That she is bound in honour still to do | |
| | What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. | |
| KING JOHN | Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady? | 535 |
| LEWIS | 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, | |
| | Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces, | |
| | With her to thee; and this addition more, | 540 |
| | Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. | |
| | Philip of France, if thou be pleased 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 assured | 545 |
| | That I did so when I was first assured. | |
| KING PHILIP | 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 solemnized. | 550 |
| | 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. | |
| LEWIS | She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent. | 555 |
| 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 turn'd another way, | 560 |
| | To our own vantage. | |
| KING 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; | 565 |
| | 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. | 570 |
| | Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, | |
| | To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp. | |
| | Exeunt all but the BASTARD | |
| BASTARD | Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! | |
| | John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, | |
| | Hath willingly departed with a part, | 575 |
| | And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, | |
| | Whom zeal and charity brought to the field | |
| | As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear | |
| | With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil, | |
| | That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, | 580 |
| | 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, | |
| | That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity, | 585 |
| | 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, | 590 |
| | 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, | 595 |
| | Hath drawn him from his own determined aid, | |
| | From a resolved 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: | 600 |
| | 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 | 605 |
| | 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. | 610 |
| | Exit | |