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Ing John. Prince Henry, Son to the King. Arthur, Duke of Bretaign, and Nephew to the
Faulconbridge, Baftard-Son to Richard the Firft. Robert Faulconbridge, fuppos'd Brother to the Bastard.
James Gurney, Servant to the Lady Faulconbridge. Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.
Philip, King of France.
Chattilion, Ambassador from France to King John.
Elinor, Queen-Mother of England.
Conftance, Mother to Arthur.
Blanch, Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile, and Neice to King John.
Lady Faulconbridge, Mother to the Baftard and Robert Faulconbridge.
Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Meffengers, Soldiers, and other Attendants.
The SCENE fometimes in England, ́and Sometimes in France.
LIFE and DEATH
ACTI. SCENE I.
Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Effex, and Salisbury, with Chattilion.
OW fay, Chattilion, what would France with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, fpeaks the King of France
In my Behaviour to the Majefty,
Defiring thee to lay afide the Sword
K. John. What follows, if we difallow of this?
K. John. Here have we War for War, and Blood for Blood, Controlment for Controlment; fo anfwer France.
Chat. Then take my King's Defiance from my Mouth, The fartheft limit of my Embaffie.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and fo depart in Peace. Be thou as Lightning in the Eyes of France; For e'er thou canft report, I will be there, The Thunder of my Cannon fhall be heard. So hence; be thou the Trumpet of our Wrath, And fullen Prefage of your own decay: An honourable Conduct let him have, Pembroke look to't; farewel Chattilion. [Exit Chat, and Pem. Eli. What now, my Son, have I not ever faid How that Ambitious Conftance would not cease 'Till fhe had kindled France and all the World, Upon the Right and Party of her Son? This might have been prevented, and made whole With very eafie Arguments of Love, Which now the Manage of two Kingdoms muft With fearful bloody Iffue arbitrate.
K. John. Our ftrong Poffeffion and our Right for us.
Or else it must go wrong with you and me,
So much my Confcience whispers in your Ear,
Which none but Heav'n, and you and I fhall hear.
Effex. My Liege, here is the ftrangeft Controverfie
K. John. Let them approach:
As I fuppofe, to Faulconbridge,
Baft. Moft certain of one Mother, mighty King,
Eli. Out on thee, rude Man, thou doft hame thy Mother, And wound her Honour with this diffidence.
Baft. I, Madam? No: I have no Reason for it;
K. John. A good blunt Fellow; why being younger Born Doth he lay claim to thine Inheritance?
Baft. I know not why, except to get the Land;
And were our Father, and this Son like him:
I give Heav'n thanks I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why what a mad-cap hath Heav'n lent us here?
K. John. Mine Eye hath well examined his Parts,