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Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said bim nay, it had been sin :
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.

ACT II.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHATILLON.

K. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.-
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. 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,

SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of Whose leisure I have staid, have given him

Angiers.

Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE of Austria,
and Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of
France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE,
ARTHUR, and Attendants.

Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave
tria.-
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
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

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Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,

The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings

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I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee
right?

Aust. 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,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd
shore,

Whose foot spurus back the ocean's roaring tides,

And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd 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 for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. 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.

time

To land his legions 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 Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd;
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,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs
To made a hazard of new fortunes here,
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums

Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand, [Drums beat. To parly or to fight; therefore, prepare.

K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this ex

pedition !

Aust. 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 prepar'd.

Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, the
BASTARD, PEMBROKE, and Forces.

K. 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 hea-

ven!

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.

K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war

return

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 our's should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou has under-wrought his lawful king
outfaced infant state, and done a rape
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;-

Aust. The peace of heaven is their's, that lift These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of

their swords

In such a just and charitable war.

K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be bent

Against the brows of this resisting town.→→
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To call 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.

Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Lest unadvis'd 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 baste so indirectly shed.

The Duke of Austria died some time before Richard Czar-de-lion.

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,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great
To draw my answer from thy articles?
commission, France,

K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs In any breast of strong authority, good thoughts

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.

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K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? Const. Let me make answer;-thy usurping

son.

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king;

That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world!

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, As thine was to thy husband and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, Than thou and John in manuers; 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, an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.

Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.

Aust. Peace!

Bast. Hear the crier.

Aust. What the devil art thou?

Bast. 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,
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!

Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack.

Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs

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K. 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
Than e'er the coward haud of France can win :
Submit thee, boy.

Eli. Come to thy grandam, child;
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child;
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandan will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.

Arth. 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.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he
weeps.

Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r + she does, or no!

His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,

Draw 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 brib'd

To do him justice, and revenge on you. Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!

Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!

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Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine usurp
The dominations, royalties, and rights,
Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest 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,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy siu-conceiving womb.
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Const. I have but this to say,-
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for ber,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury
Her injury, the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; A plague upon her!

Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy son.

Const. Ay, who doubts that ? a will! a wicked will;

A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more tem-
perate:

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 bear them
speak,

Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.

Trumpets sound. Enter CITIZENS upon the walls.

1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warned us to the walls ?

K. Phi. lis France, for England.
K. John. England, for itself:

You men of Angiers, aud my loving subjects,—
K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's

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These flags of France, that are advanced bere
Before the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endanagement :
The cannous 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,
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
And, but for our approach, those sleeping
stones,

That as a waist do girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their orduance,
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 gates,
Το save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd
cheeks,-
Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle :
And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calin words, folded up in
snioke,

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,
Crave harbourage within your city walls.

K. Phi. When I bave said, make answer to us both.

Lo, in this right hand, whose protection
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
of bim it holds, stands young Plantagenet;
Son to the elder brother of this nD,
And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys:
+ Conference.

To encourage.

: Worn out.

Scene I.

For this down-trodden equity, we tread

SCENE 11.-The scme.

In warlike march these greens before your Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat.

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 then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Save in aspect, have 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,
With uuhack'd swords, and helmets all un-
bruis'd,

We will bear home that lusty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town,
in
And leave your children, wives, and you,
peace.

But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the roundure + of your old fac'd 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,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our possession?

1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's
subjects;

For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.

1 Cit. 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.

K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the king?

And, if not that, I bring you witnesses, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,

Bast. Bastards, and else.

K. John. To verify our title with their lives.

K. Phi. As many, and as well born bloods as those,~-~

Bast. Some bastards too.

K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his

claim.

1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,

We, for the worthiest, hold the right from

both.

K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all
those souls,

That to their everlasting residence,
Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

K. Phi. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers!
to armis !

Bast. St. George,-that swing'd the dragon,
and e'er since,

Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home,
At your den, sirrab, [To AUSTRIA.] with your
lioness,

I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,
And make a monster of you.

Aust. Peace; no more.

Bast. O tremble; for you bear the lion roar.
K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll
set forth,

In best appointment, all our regiments.
Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the

field.

K. Phi. It shall be so :-[To LEWIS.] and at the other bill

Command the rest to stand.-God and our right! [Excunt.

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Enter a French HERALD, uith trumpets, to the gates.

F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your

gates,

And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in :
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mo-

ther,

Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow's husband grovelling lles,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
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 your's,
Enter an English HERALD, with trumpets.
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring
your bells!

King John, your king and England's doth ap-
proach,

Commander of this hot malicious day!
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-
bright,

Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's 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 did display them when we first march'd

forth;

And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Died in the dying slaughter of their foes:
Open your gates, and give the victors way.
Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might
behold,

From first to last, the onset and retire
Of both your armies; whose equality
By our best eyes cannot be censured:
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have an-
swer'd blows;

Strength match'd with strength, and power con-
fronted power:

Both are alike: and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest; while they weigh 60

even,

We hold our town for neither; yet for both. Enter, at one side, King JOHN, with his power, ELINOR, BLANCH, and the BASTARD; at the other, King PHILIP, LEWIS, AUSTRIA, and Forces.

K. 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,
Shall leave bis native channel, and o'er-swell
With course disturb'd even thy confining shores;
Unless thou let his silver water keep
A peaceful progress in the ocean.

K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd 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
We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms
we bear,

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.

Bast. 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 bis teeth, his fangs ; And now he feasts, mounting the flesh of men, In undetermin'd differences of kings.

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Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry, havoc, kings! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, flery-kindled spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and
death!

K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet
admit ?

K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?

1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the king.

K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up
his right.

K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear possession of our person here;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies
this;

That here come sacrifices for the field:
Perséver not, but bear me, mighty kings.
K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are
bent to hear.

1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
Blanch,

Is near to England; Look upon the years
Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid:
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,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady
Blanch?

Such as she is, in beauty, virtne, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way complete :
all If not complete, O say, he is not she;
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he :
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Oh! 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,

And, till it be undoubted, we do lock
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates:
Kiug'd of our fears; until our fears, resolv'd,
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd.
Bast. By heaven, these scroyles of Augiers
flout you, kings;

And stand securely on their battlements,

As in

theatre, whence they gape and point
At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Your royal presences be rul'd by me;
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:
By east and west let France and Eugland

mount

Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd
down

The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'd 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 of one side her happy minion;

To whom in favonr she shall give the day,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
Smacks it not something of the policy?

K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above
our heads,

I like it well;-France, shall we kuit our
powers,

And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?

Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,

Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,

As we will our's, against these saucy walls:
And when that we have dash'd them to the
ground,

Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell.
K. Phi. Let it be so:-Say, where will you
assault ?

K. John. We from the west will send de-
struction

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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 passage shall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance; but, without this
match,

The sea enraged is not half so deaf,

Lious more confident, mountains and rocks
More free from motion; no, not death hims zif
In mortal fury half so peremptory,

As we to keep this city.

Bast. 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,
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 tongne;
Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of bis,
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words,”
Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.

Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this

match;

Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
1 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 breatb]
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties
This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?
K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been
forward first

To speak unto this city: What say you ↑
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy
princely son,

Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poic

tiers,

And all that we upon this side the sea
(Except this city now by us besieg'd)
Find liable to our crown and dignity,

Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
In titles, honours, aud promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Hoids band with any princess of the world.

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

Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,

The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow:
1 do protest, I never lov'd myself,

Till now infixed I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
[Whispers with BLANCH.
Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her
eye!-

Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of
brow!-

her

And quarter'd in her heart!-he doth espy
Himself love's traitor: This is pity now,
That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there
should be,

In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is

mine:

If he see 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,)

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,

Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our solemnity :-I trust we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.
[Exeunt all but the BASTARD.-The CITI-
ZENS retire from the walls.
Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad com-
position!

John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:

And France, (whose armour conscience buck-
led 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;
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 com-
modity, +

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:

(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be And this same bias, this commodity.

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What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.
K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can
you love this lady?

Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;
For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Tou-
raine, Maine,

Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee, and this addition more,
Fell thirty thousand marks of English coin.-
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
K. Phi. it likes us well;-Young princes,
close your hands.

Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well as-
sur'd,

That I did so, when I was first assur’d. •

This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin d aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.-
And why rail I on this commodity ?

But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels ý would salute my palin:
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich,
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say, there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say, there is no vice, but beggary:
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain be my lord! for I will worship thee!
[Exit.

ACT III.

K. Phi. Now, citizens of Augiers, ope your SCENE 1-The same.-The French King's

gates,

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Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.

Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a

peace!

False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be
friends !
Shall

Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those
provinces ?

It is not so; thou hast mispoke, misheard;;
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again:
It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so:
I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word
Is but the vain breath of a common man :
Believe me, I do not believe thee, mau;
I have a king's oath to the contrary.
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am sick, and capable || of fears;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of
fears;

A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;

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