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Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while ?
Gur. Good leave", good Philip.
Philip? - sparrow3!-- James, There's toys abroad *; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit GURNEY. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess !) Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; We know his handy-work: — Therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?. Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain should'st defend' mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco-like: 5 What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; Legitimation, name, and all is gone : Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother?
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge ? Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father ; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge !
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
yours; your fault was not your folly:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjécted tribute to commanding love, -
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.
'twas not. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. - France. Before the Walls of 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 Austria. —
Arthur, that great forerunner 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
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 of war:
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 spurns 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,
your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love. Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their
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 cull the plots of best advantages:?—
6 At our importance -) At our importunity,
* To cull the plots of best advantages:) i.e. to mark such stations as might over-awe the town.
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 haste so indirectly shed.
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,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him 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:t
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 make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
expedient ---} Immediate, expeditious. “the king's deceased:"-MALONE.
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums [Drums beat.
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition !
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, PEM
BROKE, and Forces.
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven!
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that 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 ours should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought' his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;-
eyes, these brows were moulded out of his :
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
scath-] Destruction, harm.
under-wrought“) i. e. underworked, undermined. 1-this brief -] A brief is a short writing, abstract, or description.