Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition
Editor’s Note2.1Sc. 2
Editor’s NoteEnter before Angers: [from one door,] Phìlippe King of France, Louis the Editor’s NoteDauphin, [Constance, Arthur Duke of Brittaine, with soldiers; from Editor’s Noteanother door,] the Duke of Austria [(wearing a lion skin) and his soldiers]Editor’s Note1
king phìlippe Before Angers well met, brave Austria.
Editor’s Note2Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
3Richard that robbed the lion of his heart
Editor’s Note4And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
Editor’s Note5By this brave duke came early to his grave.
6And, for amends to his posterity,
Editor’s Note7At our importance hither is he come
Editor’s Note8To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
Editor’s Note9And to rebuke the usurpatïon
Editor’s Note10Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
11Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.Editor’s Note12
arthur [to Austria] God shall forgive you Cœur-de-Lion's death,
Editor’s Note13The rather that you give his offspring life,
Editor’s Note14Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
15I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
16But with a heart full of unstainèd love,
17Welcome before the gates of Angers, Duke.Editor’s Note18
lewis the dauphin A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?19
austria [to Arthur] Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss
Editor’s Note20As seal to this indenture of my love,
21That to my home I will no more return
22Till Angers and the right thou hast in France,
Editor’s Note23Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,
Editor’s Note24Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides
Editor’s Note25And coops from other lands her islanders,
Editor’s Note26Even till that England, hedged in with the main,
28And confident from foreign purposes,
29Even till that utmost corner of the west
30Salute thee for her king. Till then, fair boy,
31Will I not think of home, but follow arms.32
constance O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
33Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
Editor’s Note34To make a more requital to your love.35
austria The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
36In such a just and charitable war.Editor’s Note37
king phìlippe Well then, to work; our cannon shall be bent
Editor’s Note38Against the brows of this resisting town.
Editor’s Note39Call for our chiefest men of discipline
Editor’s Note40To cull the plots of best advantages.
Editor’s Note41We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
42Wade to the marketplace in Frenchmen's blood,
43But we will make it subject to this boy.44
constance Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Editor’s Note45Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood.
46My Lord Châtillon may from England bring
47That right in peace which here we urge in war,
48And then we shall repent each drop of blood
Editor’s Note49That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.Editor’s NoteEnter Châtillon.50
king phìlippe A wonder, lady! Lo, upon thy wish
51Our messenger Châtillon is arrived!
Editor’s Note52What England says, say briefly, gentle lord;
Editor’s Note53We coldly pause for thee. Châtillon, speak.54
châtillon Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
55And stir them up against a mightier task.
56England, impatient of your just demands,
57Hath put himself in arms. The adverse winds,
59To land his legions all as soon as I.
Editor’s Note60His marches are expedient to this town,
61His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
62With him along is come the Mother-Queen,
Editor’s Note63An Ate stirring him to blood and strife;
64With her, her niece, the Lady Blanche of Spain.
65With them a bastard of the King's deceased;
Editor’s Note66And all th'unsettled humours of the land—
Editor’s Note67Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
pg 1149Editor’s Note68With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens—
Editor’s Note69Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Editor’s Note70Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
71To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
72In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits
Editor’s Note73Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er
74Did never float upon the swelling tide
Editor’s Note75To do offence and scathe in Christendom.Editor’s NoteDrum beats
76The interruption of their churlish drums
Editor’s Note77Cuts off more circumstance. They are at hand
78To parley or to fight therefore prepare.Editor’s Note79
king john How much unlooked-for is this expedition!80
austria By how much unexpected, by so much
81We must awake endeavour for defence,
Editor’s Note82For courage mounteth with occasïon.
83Let them be welcome then; we are prepared.Enter King John of England, the Bastard, Queen Eleanor, Lady Blanche, the Earl of Pembroke, and soldiers [marching]84
king john Peace be to France—if France in peace permit
Editor’s Note85Our just and lineal entrance to our own.
86If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
87Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
88Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.89
king phìlippe Peace be to England, if that war return
90From France to England, there to live in peace.
91England we love, and for that England's sake
92With burden of our armour here we sweat.
93This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
94But thou from loving England art so far
Editor’s Note95That thou hast underwrought his lawful king,
Editor’s Note96Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Editor’s Note97Outfacèd infant state, and done a rape
98Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Editor’s Note99Look here upon thy brother Geoffrey's face.
100These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his;
Editor’s Note101This little abstract doth contain that large
102Which died in Geoffrey; and the hand of time
Editor’s Note103Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
104That Geoffrey was thy elder brother born,
Editor’s Note105And this his son; England was Geoffrey's right,
pg 1150Editor’s Note106And this is Geoffrey's; in the name of God,
107How comes it then that thou art called a king,
108When living blood doth in these temples beat,
109Which own the crown that thou o'er-masterest?110
king john From whom hast thou this great commission, France,
Editor’s Note111To draw my answer from thy articles?Editor’s Note112
king phìlippe From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts
Editor’s Note113In any beast of strong authority
114To look into the blots and stains of right.
115That judge hath made me guardian to this boy,
Editor’s Note116Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong,
117And by whose help I mean to chàstise it.118
king john Alack, thou dost usurp authority.Editor’s Note119
king phìlippe Excuse it is to beat usurping down.120
eleanor Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?121
constance Let me make answer: thy usurping son.Editor’s Note122
eleanor Out, insolent! Thy bastard shall be king
Editor’s Note123That thou mayst be a queen and check the world.124
constance My bed was ever to thy son as true
125As thine was to thy husband; and this boy
126Liker in feature to his father Geoffrey
Editor’s Note127Than thou and John in manners being as like
Editor’s Note128As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
129My boy a bastard? By my soul, I think
130His father never was so true begot.
131It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.Editor’s Note132
eleanor [to Arthur] There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.133
constance [to Arthur] There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.Editor’s Note134
bastard Hear the crier!
austria What the devil art thou?135
bastard One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
Editor’s Note136An a may catch your hide and you alone.
Editor’s Note137You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
Editor’s Note138Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard.
Editor’s Note139I'll smoke your skin-coat an I catch you right—
140Sirrah, look too't! i'faith I will, i'faith!Editor’s Note141
blanche O, well did he become that lion's robe
142That did disrobe the lion of that robe!143
bastard It lies as sightly on the back of him
pg 1151Editor’s Note144As great Alcides' shows upon an ass.
145But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back,
Editor’s Note146Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.Editor’s Note147
austria What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
148With this abundance of superfluous breath?
149King Phìlippe, determine what we shall do straight.150
king phìlippe Women and fools, break off your conference.
151King John, this is the very sum of all:
152England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
153In right of Arthur do I claim of thee.
154Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?155
king john My life as soon. I do defy thee France.
156Arthur of Brittaine, yield thee to my hand,
157And out of my dear love I'll give thee more
158Than e'er the coward hand of France can win.
159Submit thee, boy.
eleanor [to Arthur] Come to thy grandam, child.Editor’s Note160
constance [to Arthur] Do, child, go to it grandam, child,
161Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will
Editor’s Note162Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig,
163There's a good grandam.
arthur Good my mother, peace.
164I would that I were low laid in my grave.
Editor’s Note165I am not worth this coil that's made for me.[He weeps]166
eleanor His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.167
constance Now shame upon you whe'er she does or no!
168His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,
Editor’s Note169Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,
Editor’s Note170Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee.
171Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed
172To do him justice and revenge on you.173
eleanor Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!174
constance Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth,
175Call not me slanderer! Thou and thine usurp
Editor’s Note176The dominations, royalties, and rights
177Of this oppressèd boy. This is thy eld'st son's son,
178Infortunate in nothing but in thee.
Editor’s Note180The canon of the law is laid on him,
181Being but the second generation
Editor’s Note182Removèd from thy sin-conceiving womb.pg 1152 Editor’s Note183
king john Bedlam, have done.
constance I have but this to say:
184That he is not only plaguèd for her sin,
Editor’s Note185But God hath made her sin and her the plague
Editor’s Note186On this removèd issue, plagued for her,
Editor’s Note187And with her plague; her sin his injury,
Editor’s Note188Her injury, the beadle to her sin;
189All punished in the person of this child,
Editor’s Note190And all for her. A plague upon her!Editor’s Note191
eleanor Thou unadvisèd scold, I can produce
192A will that bars the title of thy son.193
constance Ay who doubts that? A will, a wicked will,
Editor’s Note194A woman's will, a cankered grandam's will!195
king phìlippe Peace, lady. Pause, or be more temperate.
Editor’s Note196It ill beseems this presence to cry aim
197To these ill-tunèd repetitïons.[Trumpet sounds]
198Some trumpet summons hither to the walls
199These men of Angers; let us hear them speak
200Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.Editor’s NoteEnter a Citizen, with others, upon the wallsEditor’s Note201
citizen Who is it that hath warned us to the walls?202
king phìlippe 'Tis France, for England.
king john England, for itself.
203You men of Angers, and my loving subjects—204
king phìlippe You loving men of Angers, Arthur's subjects,
Editor’s Note205Our trumpet called you to this gentle parle—206
king john For our advantage; therefore hear us first.
207These flags of France that are advancèd here
208Before the eye and prospect of your town
209Have hither marched to your endamagement.
210The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
211And ready mounted are they to spit forth
212Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.
213All preparation for a bloody siege
214And merciless proceeding by these French
Editor’s Note215Comfort your city's eyes, your winking gates;
216And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones
Editor’s Note217That as a waist doth girdle you about,
Editor’s Note218By the compulsion of their ordinance,
Editor’s Note219By this time from their fixèd beds of lime
Editor’s Note220Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made
221For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
Editor’s Note223Who painfully with much expedient march
224Have brought a countercheck before your gates
225To save unscratched your city's threatened cheeks,
Editor’s Note226Behold the French, amazed, vouchsafe a parle;
227And now, instead of bullets wrapped in fire
228To make a shaking fever in your walls,
Editor’s Note229They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke
230To make a faithless error in your ears;
231Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
Editor’s Note232And let us in, your King, whose laboured spirits,
Editor’s Note233Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
234Craves harborage within your city walls.235
king phìlippe When I have said, make answer to us both.[He raises Arthur's hand]
236Lo, in this right hand, whose protectïon
237Is most divinely vowed upon the right
238Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,
Editor’s Note239Son to the elder brother of this man,
240And King o'er him and all that he enjoys.
Editor’s Note241For this downtrodden equity we tread
242In warlike march these greens before your town,
243Being no further enemy to you
Editor’s Note244Than the constraint of hospitable zeal
245In the relief of this oppressèd child
Editor’s Note246Religiously provokes. Be pleasèd then
247To pay that duty which you truly owe
Editor’s Note248To him that owes it, namely this young prince;
249And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Editor’s Note250Save in aspèct, hath all offence sealed up.
251Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
252Against th'invulnerable clouds of heaven,
Editor’s Note253And with a blessèd and unvexed retire,
254With unhacked swords and helmets all unbruised,
255We will bear home that lusty blood again
256Which here we came to spout against your town,
257And leave your children, wives, and you in peace.
258But if you fondly pass our proffered offer,
Editor’s Note259'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls
Editor’s Note260Can hide you from our messengers of war,
Editor’s Note261Though all these English and their discipline
pg 1154Editor’s Note262Were harboured in their rude circumference.
263Then tell us, shall your city call us lord
Editor’s Note264In that behalf which we have challenged it,
265Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
266And stalk in blood to our possessïon?267
citizen In brief, we are the King of England's subjects.
268For him and in his right we hold this town.269
king john Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.270
citizen That can we not. But he that proves the king,
271To him will we prove loyal; till that time
272Have we rammed up our gates against the world.273
king john Doth not the crown of England prove the king?
274And if not that, I bring you witnesses:
275Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed—276
bastard [aside] Bastards and else.277
king john To verify our title with their lives.278
king phìlippe As many and as well-born bloods as those—279
bastard [aside] Some bastards too.280
king phìlippe Stand in his face to contradict his claim.281
citizen Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
282We for the worthiest hold the right from both.283
king john Then God forgive the sin of all those souls
284That to their everlasting residence,
285Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet
286In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king.Editor’s Note287
king phìlippe Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! To arms!Editor’s Note288
bastard Saint George that swinged the dragon, and ere since
Editor’s Note289Sits on's horseback at mine hostess' door
Editor’s Note290Teach us some fence! [To Austria] Sirrah, were I at home
Editor’s Note291At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,
Editor’s Note292I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide
Editor’s Note293And make a monster of you.
austria Peace, no more.294
bastard O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar!295
king john Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth
Editor’s Note296In best appointment all our regiments.Editor’s Note297
bastard Speed then, to take advantage of the field.Editor’s Note298
king phìlippe It shall be so, and at the other hill
Editor’s Note299Command the rest to stand. God and our right!pg 1155Editor’s Note[Flourish and Drums.] Exeunt [French and English.] Editor’s Note[Alarum.] After excursions, enter [from one door] the Herald of France Editor’s Notewith trumpeter to the gates300
french herald You men of Angers, open wide your gates
301And let young Arthur Duke of Brittaine in,
Link 302Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
303Much work for tears in many an English mother,
304Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;
305Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
306Coldly embracing the discoloured earth;
307And victory with little loss doth play
308Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Editor’s Note309Who are at hand triumphantly displayed,
310To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
311Arthur of Brittaine England's king and yours.Editor’s NoteEnter [from another door] English Herald with trumpets312
english herald Rejoice, you men of Angers, ring your bells!
313King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
314Commander of this hot malicious day.
315Their armours that marched hence so silver-bright
Editor’s Note316Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood.
Editor’s Note317There stuck no plume in any English crest
318That is removèd by a staff of France;
Editor’s Note319Our colours do return in those same hands
320That did display them when we first marched forth;
Editor’s Note321And like a jolly troop of huntsmen come
322Our lusty English, all with purpled hands
323Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes.
324Open your gates and give the victors way.Editor’s Note325
citizen Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
326From first to last, the onset and retire
327Of both your armies, whose equality
Editor’s Note328By our best eyes cannot be censurèd.
329Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answered blows,
330Strength matched with strength, and power confronted power;
331Both are alike, and both alike we like.
332One must prove greatest. While they weigh so even,
333We hold our town for neither, yet for both.Editor’s NoteEnter the two Kings with their powers, at several doors: [at one door, King John, Queen Eleanor, Blanche, Philip the Bastard, the Earl of Salisbury, and other English soldiers; at the other door King Phìlippe, Louis the Dauphin, Austria, and other French and soldiers]334
king john France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
Editor’s Note335Say, shall the current of our right run on,
Editor’s Note336Whose passage, vexed with thy impediment,
pg 1156Editor’s Note337Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell
338With course disturbed even thy confining shores,
339Unless thou let his silver water keep
340A peaceful progress to the ocëan?341
king Phìlippe England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood
342In this hot trial more than we of France;
343Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,
Editor’s Note344That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
345Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,
346We'll put thee down 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
Editor’s Note347Or add a royal number to the dead,
348Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss
349With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.350
bastard Ha, majesty, how high thy glory towers
351When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
Editor’s Note352O, now doth Death line his dread chaps with steel;
353The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
Editor’s Note354And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men
Editor’s Note355In undetermined differences of kings.
Editor’s Note356Why stand these royal fronts amazèd thus?
Editor’s Note357Cry havoc, Kings! Back to the stainèd field,
Editor’s Note358You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
Editor’s Note359Then let confusion of one part confirm
360The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!361
king john Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?362
king phìlippe Speak, citizens, for England! Who's your king?363
citizen The King of England, when we know the King.Editor’s Note364
king phìlippe Know him in us, that here hold up his right.Editor’s Note365
king john In us, that are our own great deputy
Editor’s Note366And bear possession of our person here,
Editor’s Note367Lord of our presence, Angers, and of you.368
citizen A greater pow'r than we denies all this,
Editor’s Note369And, till it be undoubted, we do lock
370Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates,
Editor’s Note371Kinged of our fear, until our fears resolved
372Be by some certain king, purged and deposed.Editor’s Note373
bastard By heaven, these scroyles of Angers flout you, Kings,
374And stand securely on their battlements
375As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
376At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Editor’s Note377Your royal presences be ruled by me.
pg 1157Editor’s Note378Do like the mutines of Jerusalem:
Editor’s Note379Be friends awhile, and both conjointly bend
380Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town.
381By east and west let France and England mount
382Their batt'ring cannon, chargèd to the mouths,
Editor’s Note383Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawled down
Editor’s Note384The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city.
Editor’s Note385I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Editor’s Note386Even till unfencèd desolatïon
Editor’s Note387Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
Editor’s Note388That done, dissever your united strengths,
Editor’s Note389And part your mingled colours once again;
390Turn face to face, and bloody point to point.
Editor’s Note391Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth
Editor’s Note392Out of one side her happy minïon,
Editor’s Note393To whom in favour she shall give the day,
394And kiss him with a glorious victory.
Editor’s Note395How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
Editor’s Note396Smacks it not something of the policy?397
king john Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,
Editor’s Note398I like it well. [to King Phìlippe] France, shall we knit our pow'rs,
399And lay this Angers even with the ground,
400Then after fight who shall be king of it?401
bastard [to King Phìlippe] An if thou hast the mettle of a king,
Editor’s Note402Being wronged as we are by this peevish town—
403Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
Editor’s Note404As we will ours, against these saucy walls;
405And when that we have dashed them to the ground,
Editor’s Note406Why, then defy each other, and pell-mell
Editor’s Note407Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.408
king phìlippe Let it be so. [To King John] Say, where will you assault?409
king john We from the west will send destructïon
Editor’s Note410Into this city's bosom.
austria I from the north.
king phìlippe Our thunder from the south
Editor’s Note411Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.Editor’s Note412
bastard [aside] O prudent discipline! From north to south
413Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth.
414I'll stir them to it. [Aloud] Come, away, away!415
citizen Hear us, great Kings, vouchsafe awhile to stay,
416And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league.
418Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
419That here come sacrifices for the field.
Editor’s Note420Persever not, but hear me, mighty Kings.Editor’s Note421
king john Speak on with favour; we are bent to hear.422
citizen That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanche,
Editor’s Note423Is niece to England; look upon the years
424Of Louis the Dauphin and that lovely maid.
Editor’s Note425If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Link 426Where should he find it fairer than in Blanche?
Editor’s Note427If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
428Where should he find it purer than in Blanche?
429If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Editor’s Note430Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanche?
431Such as she is in beauty, virtue, birth,
432Is the young Dauphin every way complete;
Editor’s Note433If not complete, O, say he is not she;
Editor’s Note434And she again wants nothing—to name want—
Editor’s Note435If want it be not that she is not he.
436He is the half part of a blessèd man,
437Left to be finishèd by such as she;
438And she a fair divided excellence,
439Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
440O, two such silver currents when they join
441Do glorify the banks that bound them in,
442And two such shores to two such streams made one,
443Two such controlling bounds, shall you be, Kings,
444To these two princes if you marry them.
445This union shall do more than battery can
446To our fast closèd gates; for at this match,
Editor’s Note447With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
448The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
449And give you entrance. But without this match
Editor’s Note450The sea enragèd is not half so deaf,
451Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
452More free from motion, no, not Death himself
Editor’s Note453In mortal fury half so peremptory,
Editor’s Note454As we to keep this city.
bastard Here's a stay
455That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
Editor’s Note456Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
457That spits forth Death and mountains, rocks and seas,
458Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
459As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
Editor’s Note461He speaks plain cannon: fire, and smoke, and bounce.
Editor’s Note462He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
463Our ears are cudgelled; not a word of his
464But buffets better than a fist of France.
Editor’s Note465Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words
466Since I first called my brother's father Dad.Editor’s Note467
eleanor [to King John] Son, list to this conjunction, make this match,
468Give with our niece a dowry large enough;
469For, by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
470Thy now unsured assurance to the crown
Editor’s Note471That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
472The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
473I see a yielding in the looks of France;
474Mark how they whisper. Urge them while their souls
Editor’s Note475Are capable of this ambitïon,
Editor’s Note476Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
477Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Editor’s Note478Cool and congeal again to what it was.479
citizen Why answer not the double majesties
Editor’s Note480This friendly treaty of our threatened town?481
king phìlippe Speak England first, that hath been forward first
482To speak unto this city: what say you?483
king john If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
Editor’s Note484Can in this book of beauty read 'I love',
485Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen;
486For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitou,
487And all that we upon this side the sea—
488Except this city now by us besieged—
Editor’s Note489Find liable to our crown and dignity
490Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
491In titles, honours, and promotïons,
492As she in beauty, education, blood,
Editor’s Note493Holds hand with any princess of the world.494
king phìlippe [to Louis the Dauphin] What say'st thou, boy? Look in the lady's face.495
louis the dauphin I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
496A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Editor’s Note497The shadow of myself formed in her eye;
498Which, being but the shadow of your son,
499Becomes a son and makes your son a shadow.
500I do protest, I never loved myself
Editor’s Note501Till now, enfixèd, I beheld myself
Editor’s Note502Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.[He] whispers with Blanche.pg 1160 Editor’s Note503
bastard [aside] Drawn in the flattering table of her eye,
504Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
Editor’s Note505And quartered in her heart: he doth espy
506Himself love's traitor. This is pity now,
507That hanged and drawn and quartered there should be,
508In such a love, so vile a lout as he.509
blanche [to Louis the Dauphin] My uncle's will in this respect is mine.
510If he see aught in you that makes him like,
511That anything he sees which moves his liking
Editor’s Note512I can with ease translate it to my will;
Editor’s Note513Or if you will, to speak more properly,
514I will enforce it easily to my love.
515Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
Editor’s Note516That all I see in you is worthy love,
Editor’s Note517Than this: that nothing do I see in you,
518Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,
519That I can find should merit any hate.520
king john What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?Editor’s Note521
blanche That she is bound in honour still to do
522What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.523
king john Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?524
louis the dauphin Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love,
525For I do love her most unfeignedly.Editor’s Note526
king john Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
527Poitou, and Anjou, these five provinces
528With her to thee, and this addition more:
Editor’s Note529Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.
530Phìlippe of France, if thou be pleased withal,
531Command thy son and daughter to join hands.Editor’s Note532
king phìlippe It likes us well. Young princes, close your hands.Editor’s Note533
austria And your lips too, for I am well assured
534That I did so when I was first assured.[Louis the Dauphin and Lady Constance kiss]535
king phìlippe Now, citizens of Angers, ope your gates.
536Let in that amity which you have made,
Editor’s Note537For at Saint Mary's chapel presently
538The rites of marriage shall be solemnized.
Editor’s Note539Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?[Aside]
540I know she is not, for this match made up
541Her presence would have interrupted much—[Aloud]
542Where is she and her son, tell me, who knows?Editor’s Note543
louis the dauphin She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.544
king phìlippe And, by my faith, this league that we have made
545Will give her sadness very little cure.
546Brother of England, how may we content
547This widow lady? In her right we came,
549To our own vantage.
king john We will heal up all,
Editor’s Note550For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Brittaine
551And Earl of Richmond, and this rich fair town
Link 552We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance.
553Some speedy messenger bid her repair
Editor’s Note554To our solemnity. I trust we shall,
555If not fill up the measure of her will,
Editor’s Note556Yet in some measure satisfy her so
Editor’s Note557That we shall stop her exclamatïon.
Editor’s Note558Go we as well as haste will suffer us
Editor’s Note559To this unlooked-for, unpreparèd pomp.[Flourish.] Exeunt [all but Bastard]Editor’s Note560
bastard Mad world, mad kings, mad compositïon!
561John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
562Hath willingly departed with a part;
563And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,
564Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
Editor’s Note565As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear,
Editor’s Note566With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
Editor’s Note567That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith,
Editor’s Note568That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
569Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,—
Editor’s Note570Who having no external thing to lose
Editor’s Note571But the word 'maid', cheats the poor maid of that—
Editor’s Note572That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity;
Editor’s Note573Commodity, the bias of the world,
Editor’s Note574The world who of itself is peisèd well,
575Made to run even upon even ground,
576Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,
Editor’s Note577This sway of motion, this commodity,
Editor’s Note578Makes it take head from all indifferency,
579From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
580And this same bias, this commodity,
581This bawd, this broker, this all-changing-word,
Editor’s Note582Clapped on the outward eye of fickle France,
Editor’s Note583Hath drawn him from his own determined aid,
585To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
586And why rail I on this commodity?
Editor’s Note587But for because he hath not wooed me yet—
Editor’s Note588Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
Editor’s Note589When his fair angels would salute my palm,
Editor’s Note590But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
591Like a poor beggar raileth on the rich.
592Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail,
593And say there is no sin but to be rich,
594And being rich, my virtue then shall be
595To say there is no vice but beggary.
Editor’s Note596Since kings break faith upon commodity,
597Gain be my lord, for I will worship thee.Exit