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These are the parents to these children,
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes :Which accibentaliy are met together.
And all that are assembled in this place, Antipholus, thou cam’st from Corinth first. That by this sympathized one day's error
Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is And we shall make full satisfaction.which.
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gra- Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour, cious lord.
My heavy burdens are delivered : Dro. E. And I with him.
The duke, my husband, and my children both, Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most And you, the calenders of their nativity, famous warrior,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me; Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. After so long grief, such nativity!
Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to- Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast, Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
[day? [exeunt Duke, Abbess, Ægeon, Courtezan, Mer Adr. And are not you my husband ?
chant, Angelo, and Attendants. Ant. E. No, I say vay to that.
Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so ;
[embark d? And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here.
Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine bast thou Did call me brother :-)
-What I told you then, Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in I hope, I shall have leisure to make good
the Centaur. If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.
Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you barl of
Dromio: Ant. S. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. [ine. Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. Ang. I think I did, sir; I deny it not. [me. (exeunt Antipholus S. and E. Adr. and Luc.
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's By Dromio; but I think, he brought it not.
house, Dro. E. No, none by me.
[you, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from She now shall be my sister, not my wife. And Dromio, my man, did bring them me:
Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not I see, we still did meet each other's man, And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
I see by you, I am a sweet-fac'd youth. And thereupon these Errors are arose. [here. Will you walk in to see their gossiping ?
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father Dro. S. Not I, sir ; you are my elder. [it ? Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his Dro. E. That's a question : how shall we try life.
Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior; Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. till then, lead thou first. Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for Dro. E. Nay, then thus my good cheer.
We came into the world, lil, e brother and brother; Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the And now let's go baud in hand, not one before To go with us into the abbey here, (rains apozber.
my brother ;
Philip, king of France Prince Henry, his son; afterwards King Henry III. Lewis, the dauphin. Arthur, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late duke of Archduke of Austria. Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.
Cardinal Pandulph, the Popc's legate
Melun, a French lord,
Elinor, the widow of King HenryII. and mother of King Jobin Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Constance, mother to Arthur. Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece Robert Faulconbridge, son of sir Robert Faulconbridge.
to King John, Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son to King Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the Bastard and Robert Richard the First.
Faulconbridge. James Gurney, servant to lady Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, CA Peter of Pomfret, a prophet.
cers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE,—Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I. NORTUAMPTON. A ROOM or STATE IN THE
Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said
How that ambitious Constance would not cease, Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, | Till she had kindled France; and all the world,
Salisbury, and others, with Chatillon. Upon the right and party of her son? K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would This might have been prevented, and made whole France with us ?
With very easy arguments of love; Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of which now the manage of two kingdoms must In my behaviour, to the majesty, [France, With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. The borrow'd majesty of England here.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our rights Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
[your right: K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- Eli. Your strong possession, much more thal bassy.
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf so much my conscience whispers in your ear ; Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Enter Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispere To this fair island, and the territories ;
Essex.. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Essex. My liege, here is the strangest contro. Desiring thec to lay aside the sword,
versy, Which sways usurpingly these scveral titles; Come from the country to be judg'd by you, And put the same into young Arthur's hand, That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K. John. Let them approach.- [exit Sherift: K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and war,
Philip, his bastard Brother. To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld. This expedition's charge.-- What men are you? K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, for blood,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, Controlment for controlment: 80 answer France. As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my A soldier, by the honour-giving hand The farthest limit of my embassy. (mouth, Of Cæur-de-lion knighted in the field. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in K. John. What art thou ?
Rob. The son and heir to that same FaulconBe thou as lightning in the eyes of France ;
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the For ere thou canst report I will be there,
heir ? T'he thunder of my cannon shall be hcard : You came not of one mother then, it seems. So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Bast, Most certain of one mother, mighty king, And sullen presage of your own decay.
That is well known; and, as I think, one father, An honourable conduct let bim have :
But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Pepsbroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother (exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Of that I doubt, as all'men's children pay.
Eli. Out on thee, rude man ! thou dost shame, This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world : thy mother,
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, And wound her honour with this diffidence. My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; Being none of his, refuse him:- This concludes, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; My mother's son did get your father's heir; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Your father's heir must have your father's land. At least from fair five hundred pounds a year : Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no 'force, Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land. To dispossess that child, which is not his ? K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, younger born,
Than was his will to get me, as I think. Doth ho lay claim to thine inheritance ?
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, -be a Taul. Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. conbridge, But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion,
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
My arms such eel-skins stuff’d; my face so thin, And were our father, and this son like him ; That in m ear I durst not stick a rose, (goes! 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee, And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven Would I might never stir from off this place, lent us here!
I'd give it every foot to have this face Eli. He bath a trick of Cour-de-lion's face, I would not be sir Nob in any case. The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Eli. I like thee well ; wilt thou forsake, Do you not read some tokens of my son
fortune, In the large composition of this man?
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, I am a soldier, and now bound to France. And finds them perfect Richard.—Sirrah, speak, Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my What doth move you to claim your brother's land ?
chance. Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year; father;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. With that half-face would he have all my land ; Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father Bast. Our country manners give our betters liy'd,
K. John. What is thy name?
(way. Your brother did employ my father much
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun ; Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother, K. John. From henceforth bear his name huse Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
form thou bear'st: To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great;
When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : His lands to me: and took it, on his death,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. [thy desire, Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him : K. John. Go, Faulconbridge ; now hast thou And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; A landless knight makes thee a landed squire : Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, For France, for France; for it is more than necce Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, Bast. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to Hud of your father claim'l this son for his ? For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [thee! In sooth, good friend, your father might have
[ercuri all but the Bastard A foot of honour better than I was
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:
Bast. Philip?—sparrow!-James, Good den, sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow; There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : For new-made honour doth forget men’s Dames ; Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son; 'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me For your conversion. Now your traveller,— Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: He and his tootb-pick at my worship's mess; Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess !) And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; Why then I suck iny teeth, and catechise
We know his handy-work :- Therefore, goo My picked man of countries :-My dear sir, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? (mutaer, ('Thus, leaning on minc elbow, I begin,)
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg, I shall beseech you—That is question now;
Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother And then comes answer like an ABC-book :
[bonour ? O, sir, says answer, at your best command; That for thine own gain should'st defend mine At your employment ; at your service, sir : What means this scorn, thou most untoward No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours :
[like: And so, ere answer knows what question would, Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,— Basiliso). (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son; The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land ; It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
Legitimation, name, and all is gone : But this is worshipful society,
Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Some proper man, I hope ; who was it, mother? For he is but a bastard to the time,
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon. That doth not smack of observation :
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [brides? (And so am I, whether I smack, or no);
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy And not alone in habit and device,
father; Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd But from the inward motion to deliver
To make room for him in my husband's bed :Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Thou art the issue of my dear offence, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn :
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,-
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hwd. That holds in chase mine honour up and down? He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son? May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Colbrand, the giant, that same mighty man? With all my heart I thank thee for my father : Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Who lives and dares but say, tnou didst not well Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. boy,
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? And they shall say, when Richard me begot, He is sir Robert's son: and so art thou.
If thou badst said bim nay, it had been sin : Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. awhile ?
[ereunt. ACT II. SCENE I. FRANCE. BEFORE THE WALLS OF ANGIERS. To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf; Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and And to rebuke the usurpation
forces ; on the other, Philip, King of France, of thy unnatural uncle, English John: and forces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur, and Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Attendants.
Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
death, Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, The rather, that you give his offspring life, Ilichard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, Shadowing their right under your wings of war. And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
I give you welcome with a powerless hand, By this brave duke came early to his grave:
But with a heart full of unstained love: And, for amends to his posterity,
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. (right? Acour importance hither is he come,
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do the Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Aust. By how much unexpected, by a much As seal to this indenture of my love;
We must awake endeavour for defence; That to my home I will no more return, For courage mounteth with occasion : Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastards Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
Pembroke, and forces. And coops from other lands her islanders,
K. John. Peace be to France;
if France in peace Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, Our just and lineal entrance to our own! (permit That water-walled bulwark, still secure
If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! And confident from foreign purposes,
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Even till that utmost corner of the west
Their proud contempt that beat bis peace to heaven. Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy,
K. Phi. Peace be to Englaud ; if that war return Will I not think of home, but follow arms. From France to England, there to live in peace. Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's England we love; and, for that England's sake, thanks,
(strength, With burden of our armour bere we sweat : Till your strong hand shall help to give him This toil of ours should be a work of thine: To make a more requital to your love.
But thou from loving England art so far, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, their swords
Cut off the sequence of posterity, In such a just and charitable war.
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall | Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. be bent
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;Against the brows of this resisting town.
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Call for our chicfest men of discipline,
This little abstract doth contain that large, To cull the plots of best advantages :
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. Wade to the market place in Frenchmen's blood, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, But we will make it subject to this boy.
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, Canst. Stay for an answer to your embassy, And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood: How comes it then, that thou art call’d a king, My lord Chatillon may from England bring When living blood doth in these temples beat, That right in peace, which here we urge in war ; Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest? And then we shall repent each drop of blood,
K. John. From whom bast thou this great That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
commission, France, Enter Chatillon,
To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi. A wonder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish, K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.
good thoughts What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, In any breast of strong authority, We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. To look into the blots and stains of right.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : And stir them up against a mightier task. (siege, Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong; England, impatient of your just demands, And, by whose help, I mean to chástise it. Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time K. Phi. Excuse : it is to beat usurping down. To land his legions all as soon as I:
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ? His marches are expedient to this town,
Const. Let me make answer;—thy usurping son. His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; With him along is come the mother-queen, That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; As thine was to thy husband : and this boy With them, a bastard of the king deceas'd : Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, And all the unsettled humours of the land, - Than thou and John in manners; being as like, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam. With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, My boy a bastard ! By my soul, I think, Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, His father never was so true begot; Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
(blot thee. Than now the English buttoms have wast o'er, Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Aust, Peace! To do offence and scath in Christendom.
Bast. Hear the crier. The interruption of their churlish drums
Aust. What the devil art thou ?
(drums beat. Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with your Cuts off more circumstance : they are at hand, An a' may catch your hide and you alone. To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. [tion! | You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedi- | Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ;