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Val. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. The usurper's cursed head: the time is free : Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, debt :
That speak my salutation in their minds ; He only liv'd but till he was a man;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Hail, king of Scotland! la the unshrinking station where he fought,
King of Scotland, hail ! Bat like a man he died.
(Flourish. Six. Then he is dead ?
Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your
time, cause of sorrow
Before wt reckon with your several loves, Yust not be measur'd by his worth, for then And make us even with you. My thanes and It hath no end.
kinsmen, Had he his hurts before?
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Rasse. Ay, on the front.
In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do, Why, then, God's soldier be he! Which would be planted newly with the time, — Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, I would not wish them to a fairer death :
That Aed the snares of watch ful tyranny; And so his knell is knoll’d.
Producing forth the cruel ministers Mal.
He's worth more sorrow, of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; And that I'll spend for him.
Who, as 'tis thought, loy self and violent hands
He's worth no more ; | Took off her life ; – This, and what needful else They say, he parted well, and paid his score : That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, So, God be with him!- Here comes newer comfort. We will perform in measure, time, and place :
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Re-enter Macduff, with MACBETH's head on a pole.
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,
[Flourish. Ereuna where stands
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John. Melun, a French lord. WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John. GEFFREY Fitz-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England.
ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother WILLIAM LONGEWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
of King John. ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.
CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur. HUBERT DE Burgh, chamberlain to the King. Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of sir Robert Faulcon-'
niece to King John. bridge.
Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son
Robert Faulconbridge. to King Richard the First. James Gurney, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. PHILIP, King of France.
SCENE, - sometimes in ENGLAND, and sometimes in FRANCE.
SCENE I. - Northampton. A Room of Stele in
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood the Palace.
Controlment for controlment : so answer France. Enter King Joux, QUEEN Elinor, PEMBROKE,
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
mouth, King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would The furthest limit of my embassy. France with us?
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
peace : France,
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; In my behaviour, to the majesty,
Por ere thou canst report I will be there, The borrow'd majesty of England' here.
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
An honourable conduct let him bave :
(Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKL Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
Eli. that now, my son ? have I not ever said, To this fair island, and the territories ;
How that ambitious Constance would ret cease, To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Till she bad kindled France, and all the world, Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Upon the right and party of her son ? Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; This might have been prevented, and made whole, And put the same into young Arthur's band, With very easy arguments of love; Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
El. Your strong possession, much more than Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy your right;
To Germany, there, with the emperor, Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : To treat of high affairs touching that time : So much my conscience whispers in your ear; The advantage of his absence took the king, Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores Essex.
Between my father and my mother lay, Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, (As I have heard my father speak himself,) Come from the country to be judged by you,
When this same lusty gentleman was got. That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd K. John. Let them approach.
[Erit Sheriff. His lands to me; and took it, on his death, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were, he came into the world Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, and Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Philip, his bastard Brother.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, This expedition's charge. - What men are you? My father's land, as was my father's will.
Bas. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;.
And, if she did play false, the fault was her's; A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, I. John. What art thou ?
Who, as you say, tou k pains to get this son, Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon- Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? bridge.
In sooth, good friend, your father might have 1. Jokn. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ?
kept You came not of one mother then, it seems. This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, In sooth, he might : then, if he were my brother's,
Your father's heir must have your father's land. El. Out on thee, rude man ! thou dost shame thy Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, mother,
To dispossess that child which is not his ? And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Best. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; Than was his will to get me, as I think. That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, -be a FaulconThe which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
bridge, At least from fair five hundred pound a-year : And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion,' K. Jakn. A good blunt fellow : -- Why, being Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? younger born,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him ; Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. And if my legs were two such riding-rods, But once he slander'd me with bastardy;
My arms such eel-skins stuff"d; my face so thin, But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, That still I lay upon my mother's head;
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings But, that I am as well begot, my liege, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself,
'Would I might never stir from off this place, If old sir Robert did beget us both,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
Eli. I like thee well ; Wilt thou forsake thy forI give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
tune, K. Jahr. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me ? us here!
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. El. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face, Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my The accent of his tongue affecteth him ;
chance : Do you not read some tokens of my son
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year ; In the large composition of this man ?
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father ; K. John. What is thy name?
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d, K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose
form thou bear'st : Bas. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land : Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. Arise, sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your Lady F: Where is that slave, "thy brother? where hand;
is he? My father gave me honour, yours gave land: - That holds in chase mine honour up and down? Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ? I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so.
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth :
boy, What though?
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? Something about, a little from the right,
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou. In at the window, or else o'er the hatch ;
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
while ? And have is have, however men do catch :
Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Near or far off, well won is still well shot ;
Philip? - sparrow! - James, And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more. X. John. Go, Faulconbridge ; now hast thou thy
[Exit GURNEY. desire,
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ; A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire. — Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: For France, for France; for it is more than need. Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess *) Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; thee!
We know his handy-work: — Therefore, good mo For thou was got i'the way of honesty.
ther, (Ereunt all but the Bastard. To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? A foot of honour better than I was;
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. But many a many foot of land the worse.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady: - That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ho Good den, sir Richard, — God-a-mercy, fellow :
nour? And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? For new-made honour doth forget men's names; Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, — Basilisco 'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
like : For your conversion. Now your traveller, What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
Legitir on, name, and all is gone : My picked man of countries : My dear sir, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin,)
Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? I shall beseech you - That is question now;
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulconAnd then comes answer like an ABC-book :
bridge ? 0, sir, says answer, at your best command;
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. At your employment ; at your service, sir :
Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was the No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours :
father : And so, ere answer knows what question would, By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd (Saving in dialogue of compliment ;
To make room for him in my husband's bed : And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Thou art the issue of my dear offence, It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. But this is worshipful society,
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
Madam, I would not wish a better father.. For he is but a bastard to the time,
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, That doth not smack of observation ;
And so doth yours : your fault was not your folly: (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, — And not alone in habit and device,
Subjected tribute to commanding love, – Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
Against whose fury and unmatched force But from the inward motion to deliver
The awless lion could not wage the fight, Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth : Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. Which, though I will not practise to deceive, He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. - With all my heart I thank thee for my father! But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin ; Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, and James Gurney.
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin: O me! it is my mother :- How now, good lady? Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. What brings you here to court so hastily?
SCENE I. — France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, Enter on one side, the ARCHDUKE OF Austria, and England, impatient of your just demands,
And stir them up against a mightier task. Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, and Forces; LEWIS, ConstanCE, Arthur, and Attendants.
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I :
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; By this brave duke came early to his grave :
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; And, for amends to his posterity,
With them a bastard of the king deceased : At our importance hither is he come,
And all the unsettled humours of the land, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf ;
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery, voluntaries, And to rebuke the usurpation
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John ;
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
Antk. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's death, To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
[Drums beat. right?
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
K. Phi. How much unlook'd-for is this expediThat to my home I will no more return,
tion ! Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, We must awake endeavour for defence; Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, For courage mounteth with occasion : And coops from other lands her islanders,
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. Eren till that England, hedg’d in with the main,
Enter King John, Elinor, Blancy, the Bastard, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, .
PEMBROKE, and Forces. Eren till that utmost corner of the west
K. John. Peace be to France ; if France in peace Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy,
permit Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! thanks,
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. To make a more requital to your love.
K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war return Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their From France to England, there to live in peace ! swords
England we love; and, for that England's sake, In such a just and charitable war.
With burden of our armour here we sweat : X. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; be bent
But thou from loving England art so far, Against the brows of this resisting town.
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
Cut off the sequence of posterity, To cull the plots of best advantages :
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face; But we will make it subject to this boy..
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, This little abstract doth contain that large, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time My lord Chatillon may from England bring
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That right in peace, which here we urge in war; That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, Enter CHATILLON.
When living blood doth in these temples beat, K.Phi. A wonder, lady!- lo, upon thy wisn, Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest ? Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
K. John. Froon whom hast thou this great com What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
mission, France, We coolly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. To draw my answer from thy articles ?