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Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words,
Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;
i Cit. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for
ward first To speak unto this city: What say you ?
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely
Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
[IV hispers with BLANCH. Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!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 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, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your
judge,) That I can find should merit
hate. K. John. What
young ones? What say you, my niece? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do
What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.
love this lady?
hands. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did so, when I was first assur’d.2
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
have made, Will give her sadness very
little Brother of England, how may we content This widow lady? In her right we came;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,
We will heal
up all For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town We make him lord of --Call the lady Constance; 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 Citizens
retire from the walls. Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part: And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on; Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, As God's own soldier,) roundeds 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 commodity, Commodity, the bias of the world; The world, who of itself is peised 7 well,
4 Advantage. 5 Conspired.
7 Poised, balanced.
Made to run even, upon even ground;
SCENE I. The same.
The French King's Tent.
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!