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KING John.

Peter of Pomfret. Prince Henry, his Son.

Philip, King of France. Arthur, Duke of Bretagne.

Lewis, the Dauphin. William MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.

Archduke of Austria. GEFFREY Fitz-Peter, Earl of Essex.

Cardinal Pandulph, the Pope's Legate. William LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

Melun, a French Lord. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

CHATILLON, Ambassador from France. Hubert De Burgh, Chamberlain to the King. Elinor, Widow of King Henry II. Robert FAULCONBRIDGE.

Constance, Mother to Arthur. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE.

BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile. James GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants.

SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

SCENE I.—Northampton. A Room of State in the Pembroke, look to't. Farewell, Chatillon.

[Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, How that ambitious Constance would not cease,

Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, SALISBURY, and Others, with Chatillon.

Till she had kindled France, and all the world, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France Upon the right and party of her son ? with us?

This might have been prevented, and made whole, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, with very easy arguments of love, In my behaviour, to the majesty,

Which now the manage of two kingdoms must The borrow'd majesty, of England here.

With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Eli. A strange beginning !--borrow'd majesty ? K. John. Our strong possession, and our right for us. K. John. Silence, good mother: hear the embassy. Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf

right, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

So much my conscience whispers in your ear, To this fair island, and the territories,

Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine; Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Desiring thee to lay aside the sword

Essex. Which sways usurpingly these several titles,

Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, And put the same into young Arthur's hand,

Come from the country to be judg'd by you, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign. ·

That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men ? K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? K. John. Let them approach.-. [Exit Sheriff.

Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FaulCONBRIDGE, and K.John. Here have we warfor war, and blood for blood,

Philip, his bastard Brother. Controlment for controlment: so answer France. This expedition's charge. What men are you?

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, Bast. Your faithful subject l; a gentleman
The farthest limit of my embassy.

Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace. As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;

A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
For ere thou canst report I will be there,

Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.

K. John. What art thou? So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. And sudden presage of your own decay.

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? An honourable conduct let him have:

You came not of one mother, then, it seems.

Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king; My brother might not claim him, uor your father, That is well known, and, as I think, one father : Being none of his, refuse him.—This concludes, But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,

My mother's son did get your father's heir ;
I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother: Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Rob. Shall, then, my father's will be of no force Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy To dispossess that child which is not his? mother,

Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Than was his will to get me, as I think. Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it: Eli. Whether badst thou rather be a Faulconbridge, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; And, like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, At least from fair five hundred pound a year. Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, K. John. A good blunt fellow.-Why, being younger And I had his, sir Robert bis, like him; born,

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, But once he slander'd me with bastardy:

Lest men should say, “Look, where three-farthings But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,

goes," That still I lay upon my mother's head;

And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,

Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I'd give it every foot to have this face: Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

I would not be sir Nob in any case. If old sir Robert did beget us both,

Eli. I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune, And were our father, and this son like him,

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? 0! old sir Robert, father, on my knee

I ain a soldier, and now bound to France. I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year, here!

Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. -
Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face; Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
The accent of his tongue affecteth him.

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Do you not read some tokens of my son

Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. In the large composition of this man?

K. John. What is thy name? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; And finds them perfect Richard.- Sirrah, speak; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. What doth move you to claim your brother's land? K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father,

form thou bearest. With that half-face would he have all my land: Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great: A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!

[Bast. kneels and rises. Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet. Your brother did employ my father much.

Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your Bast. Well, sir; by this you cannot get my land :

hand : Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. My father gave me honour, yours gave land. Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Now blessed be the hour, by night

or day, To Germany, there, with the emperor,

When I was got sir Robert was away. To treat of high affairs touching that time.

Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !The advantage of his absence took the king,

I am thy grandame, Richard : call me so. And in the mean time sojourn’d at my father's;

Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : what Where how he did prevail I shame to speak,

though? But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores Something about, a little from the right, Between my father and my mother lay,

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: As I have heard my father speak himself,

Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night, When this same lusty gentleman was got.

And have is have, however men do catch. Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd

Near or far off, well won is still well shot, His lands to me; and took it, on his death,

And I am I, howe'er I was begot. That this, my mother's son, was none of his :

K.John. Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire; And, if he were, he came into the world

A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Come, madam, and come, Richard: we must speed Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, For France, for France, for it is more than need. My father's land, as was my father's will.

Bast. Brother, adieu : good fortune come to thee, K. John, Sirrah, your brother is legitimate : For thou wast got i' the way of honesty. Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him;

[Exeunt all but the Bastard. And if she did play false, the fault was hers,

A foot of honour better than I was,
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands But many, ah, many foot of land the worse.
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :-
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,

“Good den, sir Richard.".

-“God-a-mercy, fellow;" Had of your father claim'd this son for his?

And if bis name be George, I'll call him Peter; In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept For new-made honour doth forget men's names : This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; "Tis too respective, and too sociable, In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, For your conversion. Now your traveller,

He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,

Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechize

Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast. My picked man of countries :—“My dear sir," Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess, Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin,

Could not get me; sir Robert could not do it: “ I shall beseech you "-that is question now;

We know his handy-work. Therefore, good mother, And then comes answer like an ABC-book :

To whom am I beholding for these limbs ? “O sir,” says answer, " at your best command; Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. At your employment; at your service, sir:".

Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother, too, “No, sir,” says question, “ I, sweet sir, at yours :" That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? And so, ere answer knows what question would, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Saving in dialogue of compliment,

Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, - Basilisco And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,

like. The Pyreneans, and the river Po,

What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. It draws toward supper, in conclusion so.

But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; But this is worshipful society,

I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; And fits a mounting spirit, like myself;

Legitimation, name, and all is gone. For he is but a bastard to the time,

Then, good my mother, let me know my father : That doth not smack of observation;

Some proper man, I hope ; who was it, mother? And so am I, whether I smack, or no;

Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Paulconbridge? And not alone in habit and device,

Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Exterior form, outward accoutrement,

Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy father. But from the inward motion to deliver

By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: To make room for him in my husband's bed. Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Heaven ! lay not my transgression to my charge. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn,

Thou art the issue of my dear offence, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising

Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?

Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, What woman-post is this? hath she no husband, Madam, I would not wish a better father. That will take pains to blow a horn before her? Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,

Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and James Gurney. And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly : O me! it is my mother.-How


good lady! Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, What brings you here to court so hastily?

Subjected tribute to commanding love, Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, Against whose fury and unmatched force That holds in chase mine honour up and down? The aweless lion could not wage the fight,

Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son ? Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?

He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, With all my heart I thank thee for my father. Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? Who lives, and dares but say thou didst not well He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.

When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile? Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; Gur. Good leave, good Philip.

And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Bast.

Philip?—sparrow! -James, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : There's toys abroad : anon I'll tell thee more.

Who says it was, he lies : I say, 'twas not. [Exit Gurney.


ACT II. SCENE I.--France. Before the Walls of Angiers.

I give you welcome with a powerless hand,

But with a heart full of unstrained love: Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France, and

Lew. A noble boy? Who would not do thee right? Forces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur, and Attendants.

Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria. As seal to this indenture of my love;
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,

That to my home I will no more return,
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,

Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, By this brave duke came early to his grave:

Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And, for amends to bis posterity,

And coops from other lands her islanders, At our importance hither is he come,

Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;

That water-walled bulwark, still secure And to rebuke the usurpation

And confident from foreign purposes, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John :

Even till that utmost corner of the west Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,

Arth. God shall forgive you Cour-de-lion's death, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. The rather, that you give his offspring life,

Const. 0! take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Shadowing his right under your wings of war. Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love.

Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. swords

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face: In such a just and charitable war.

[Pointing to ARTHUR. K. Phi. Well then, to work. Our cannon shall be These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : bent

This little abstract doth contain that large, Against the brows of this resisting town :

Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. To cull the plots of best advantages.

That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, We'll lay before this town our royal bones,

And this his son : England was Geffrey's right, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, And this is Geffrey's. In the name of God, But we will make it subject to this boy.

How comes it, then, that thou art call'd a king, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Lest unadvis'd you stain your

swords with blood. Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? My lord Chatillon may from England bring

K. John. From whom hast thou this great commisThat right in peace, which here we urge in war;

sion, France, And then we shall repent each drop of blood, To draw my answer from thy articles ? That hot rash haste so indiscreetly shed.

K. Phi. From that supernal Judge, that stirs good Enter ChatILLON.

thoughts K. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish, In any breast of strong authority, Our messenger, Chatillon, is arriv'd.

To look into the blots and stains of right. What England says, say briefly, gentle lord; That Judge hath made me guardian to this boy; We coldly pause for thee : Chatillon, speak.

Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And by whose help I mean to chastise it. And stir them up against a mightier task.

K. John. Alack! thou dost usurp authority. England, impatient of your just demands,

K. Phi. Excuse : it is to beat usurping down. Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds,

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given bim time Const. Let me make answer :-thy usurping son. To land his legions all as soon as I.

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king, His marches are expedient to this town;

That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world ! His forces strong, his soldiers confident.

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, With him along is come the mother-queen,

As thine was to thy husband, and this boy
As Até stirring him to blood and strife :

Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; Than thou and John, in manners being as like,
With them a bastard of the king's deceased,

As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
And all th' unsettled humours of the land:

My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

His father never was so true begot: With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,

Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

thee. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,

Aust. Peace! Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,'


Hear the crier. Did never float upon the swelling tide,


What the devil art thou ? To do offence and scath in Christendom.

Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,

[Drums heard. An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. The interruption of their churlish drums

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard. To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.

I'll smoke your skin-coat, and I catch you right: K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith. Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much Blanch. ! well did he become that lion's robe, We must awake endeavour for defence,

That did disrobe the lion of that robe.
For courage mounteth with occasion :

Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him,
Let them be welcome, then; we are prepared. As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass.-
Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back,
PEMBROKE, and Forces.

Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. K. John. Peace be to France, if France in peace Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears permit

With this abundance of superfluous breath? Our just and lineal entrance to our own :

K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven; Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference. Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct

King John, this is the very sum of all :
Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven. England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,

K. Phi. Peace be to England, if that war return In right of Arthur do I claim of thee.
From France to England, there to live in peace. Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ?
England we love; and, for that England's sake, K. John. My life as soon : I do defy thee, France.
With burden of our armour here we sweat.

Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand, This toil of ours should be a work of thine;

And out of my dear love I'll give thee more,
But thou from loving England art so far,

Than e'er the coward hand of France can win :
That thou hast under-wrought her lawful king, Submit thee, boy.
Cut off the sequence of posterity,


Come to thy grandam, child.

And now,

Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child : Behold, the French amaz’d vouchsafe a parle; Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will

instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:

To make a shaking fever in your walls, There's a good grandam.

They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Arth. Good my mother, peace!

To make a faithless error in your ears: I would that I were low laid in my grave: [Weeping. Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. Forwearied in this action of swift speed,

Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no! Crave harbourage within your city walls.
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both.
Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Lo! in this right hand, whose protection
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee :

Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Ay, with these crystal beads shall heaven be brib'd Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Son to the elder brother of this man,
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys.

Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! For this down-trodden equity, we tread
Call not me slanderer: thou, and thine, usurp

In warlike march these greens before your town; The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Being no farther enemy to you, Of this oppressed boy, thy eld'st son's son,

Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Infortunate in nothing but in thee:

In the relief of this oppressed child, Thy sins are visited on this poor child;

Religiously provokes. Be pleased, then, The canon of the law is laid on him,

To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Being but the second generation

To him that owes it, namely, this young prince; Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.

And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
K. John. Bedlam, have done.

Save in aspect, have all offence seald up :
I have but this to say, -

Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
That he is not only plagued for her sin,

Against th' invulnerable clouds of heaven; But God hath made her sin and her, the plague

And with a blessed and unvex'd retire, On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,

With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, And with her plague her sin : his injury

We will bear home that lusty blood again, Her injury the beadle to her sin,

Which here we came to spout against your town, All punish'd in the person of this child,

And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. And all for her, a plague upon her!

But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce

'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls A: will, that bars the title of thy son.

Can hide you from our messengers of war,
Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will; Though all these English, and their discipline,
A woman's will: a canker'd grandam's will !

Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
K. Phi. Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate. Then, tell us ; shall your city call us lord,
It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim

In that behalf which we have challeng'd it,
To these ill-tuned repetitions.-

Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls

And stąlk in blood to our possession? These men of Angiers : let us hear them speak,

Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's subjects: Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.

For him, and in his right, we hold this town. Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls. K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls ? Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the king, K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.

To him will we prove loyal : till that time,
K. John.
England, for itself.

Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,-

K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, king ? Our trumpet call’d you to this gentle parle.

And, if not that, I bring you witnesses, K.John. Forour advantage; therefore, hear us first.- Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed, These flags of France, that are advanced here

Bast. Bastards, and else.

[Aside. Before the eye and prospect of your town,

K. John. To verify our title with their lives. Have hither march'd to your endamagement:

K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as those, The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,

Bast. Some bastards, too.

[Aside. And ready mounted are they, to spit forth

K. Phi. Stand in his face to contradict his claim. Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :

Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, All preparation for a bloody siege,

We for the worthiest hold the right from both. And merciless proceeding by these French,

K. John. Then God forgive the sins of all those souls, Come 'fore your city's eyes, your winking gates ; That to their everlasting residence And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Before the dew of evening fall shall fleet, That as a waist do girdle you about,

In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king! By the compulsion of their ordnance

K. Phi. Amen, Amen.—Mount, chevaliers ! to arms! By this time from their fixed beds of lime

Bast. St. George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made

since, For bloody power to rush upon your peace.

Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,

Teach us some fence! [To Austria.] Sirrah, were I Who painfully, with much expedient march,

at home, Have brought a countercheck before your gates, At your den, sirrah, with your lioness, To save unscratch'd your city's threaten d cheeks, I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide,

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