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Author: William Shakespeare
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King John (Modern)


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Enter King John, Queen Eleanor, Pembroke, Essex, and Salisbury, with Chatillon of France.
King John
5Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Chatillon Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France
In my behavior to the majesty --
The borrowed majesty -- of England here.
10Queen Eleanor A strange beginning: "borrowed majesty"?
King John Silence, good mother, hear the embassy.
Chatillon Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceasèd brother Geoffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
15To this fair island, and the territories,
To Ireland, Poitiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword
Which sways usurpingly these several titles
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
20Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
King John What follows if we disallow of this?
Chatillon The proud control of fierce and bloody war
To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld.
King John Here have we war for war and blood for blood,
25Controlment for controlment. So answer France.
Chatillon Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.
King John Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace.
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France,
30For ere thou canst report I will be there;
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
So hence. Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
And sullen presage of your own decay. --
An honorable conduct let him have:
35Pembroke look to't. -- Farewell, Chatillon.
Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke.
Queen Eleanor What now, my son? Have I not ever said
How that ambitious Constance would not cease
Till she had kindled France and all the world
40Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented and made whole
With very easy arguments of love,
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
45King John Our strong possession and our right for us.
Queen Eleanor [Aside to John] Your strong possession much more than your right,
Or else it must go wrong with you and me;
So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
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Enter a Sheriff.
Essex My liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from the country to be judged by you
That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men?
King John Let them approach.
[Exit Sheriff.]
55[To Eleanor] Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
This expedition's charge.
Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip [the Bastard].
What men are you?
Bastard Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,
60As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A soldier by the honor-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
King John [To Robert Faulconbridge] What art thou?
Robert Faulconbridge The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.
65King John Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bastard Most certain of one mother, mighty King,
That is well known, and, as I think, one father.
But for the certain knowledge of that truth,
70I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Queen Eleanor Out on thee, rude man! Thou dost shame thy mother,
And wound her honor with this diffidence.
Bastard I Madam? No, I have no reason for it.
75That is my brother's plea and none of mine,
The which if he can prove, a pops me out,
At least from fair five hundred pound a year.
Heaven guard my mother's honor -- and my land.
King John A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
80Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bastard I know not why, except to get the land,
But once he slandered me with bastardy.
But whe'er I be as true begot or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
85But that I am as well begot my liege --
Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me --
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both
And were our father, and this son like him,
90O, old Sir Robert, father, on my knee [Kneels]
I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!
King John Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here!
Queen Eleanor [To John] He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
95Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?
King John Mine eye hath well examinèd his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard. [To Robert] Sirrah speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
100Bastard [Rises] Because he hath a half-face like my father.
With half that face would he have all my land --
A half-faced groat, five hundred pound a year?
Robert Faulconbridge My gracious liege, when that my father lived
Your brother did employ my father much --
105Bastard Well sir, by this you cannot get my land:
Your tale must be how he employed my mother.
Robert Faulconbridge -- And once dispatched him in an embassy
To Germany, there with the Emperor
To treat of high affairs touching that time.
110Th'advantage of his absence took the King,
And in the meantime sojourned at my father's,
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak.
But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
115As I have heard my father speak himself,
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeathed
His lands to me, and took it on his death
That this my mother's son was none of his;
120And if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.
King John Sirrah, your brother is legitimate:
125Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
And if she did play false, the fault was hers,
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
130Had of your father claimed this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world,
In sooth he might. Then if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him, nor your father,
135Being none of his, refuse him. This concludes:
My mother's son did get your fathers heir,
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Robert Faulconbridge Shall then my father's will be of no force
To dispossess that child which is not his?
140Bastard Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Queen Eleanor Whether hadst thou rather be: a Faulconbridge,
And like thy brother to enjoy thy land,
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
145Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?
Bastard Madam, an if my brother had my shape
And I had his, Sir Robert's his like him,
And if my legs were two such riding rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuffed, my face so thin
150That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, "Look where three farthings goes!"
And to his shape were heir to all this land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I would give it every foot to have this face:
155It would not be Sir Nob in any case.
Queen Eleanor I like thee well. Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bastard Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
160Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,
Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Queen Eleanor Nay, I would have you go before me thither.
Bastard Our country manners give our betters way.
165King John What is thy name?
Bastard Philip, my liege, so is my name begun;
Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
King John From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest:
170Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,
[The Bastard kneels and is knighted.]
Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bastard [Rises] Brother by th' mother's side, give me your hand.
My father gave me honor, yours gave land:
Now blessèd be the hour by night or day,
175When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
Queen Eleanor The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandam, Richard, call me so.
Bastard Madam, by chance, but not by truth; what though?
Something about a little from the right,
180In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night,
And have is have, however men do catch:
Near or far off, well won is still well shot,
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
185King John Go, Faulconbridge, now hast thou thy desire:
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
For France, for France, for it is more than need.
Bastard Brother adieu; good fortune come to thee,
190For thou wast got i'th'way of honesty.
Exeunt all but [the] Bastard.
A foot of honor better than I was,
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
195"Good den, Sir Richard," "God-a-mercy fellow."
An if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;
For new-made honor doth forget men's names:
'Tis too respective, and too sociable
For your conversion. Now your traveler,
200He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechize
My pickèd man of countries: "My dear sir,"
Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin,
205"I shall beseech you" -- that is Question now,
And then comes Answer like an Absey book:
"O sir," says Answer, "at your best command,
At your employment, at your service, sir."
"No sir," says Question, "I, sweet sir, at yours,"
210And so ere Answer knows what Question would,
Saving in dialogue of compliment,
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean and the river Po,
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
215But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit like myself,
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation;
And so am I whether I smack or no.
220And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth,
Which, though I will not practice to deceive,
225Yet to avoid deceit I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney.
But who comes in such haste in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? Hath she no husband
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
230O me, 'tis my mother. -- How now, good lady,
What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady Faulconbridge Where is that slave thy brother? Where is he
That holds in chase mine honor up and down?
235Bastard My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the Giant, that same mighty man?
Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so?
Lady Faulconbridge Sir Robert's son? Ay, thou unreverent boy.
Sir Robert's son? Why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert?
240He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou.
Bastard James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while?
Gurney
Good leave, good Philip.
Bastard
"Philip Sparrow," James,
There's toys abroad. Anon I'll tell thee more.
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Exit James [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 --
250Could get me? Sir Robert could not do it:
We know his handiwork. Therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholding for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Lady Faulconbridge Hast thou conspirèd with thy brother too,
255That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honor?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Bastard Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.
What, I am dubbed! I have it on my shoulder.
But mother, I am not Sir Robert's son,
260I have disclaimed 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 Faulconbridge Hast thou denied thy self a Faulconbridge?
265Bastard As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady Faulconbridge King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father.
By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed --
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
270Thou art the issue of my dear offence
Which was so strongly urged past my defense.
Bastard 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,
275And so doth yours. Your fault was not your folly;
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
Against whose fury and unmatchèd force,
The aweless lion could not wage the fight,
280Nor 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 didst not well
285When 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;
Who says it was, he lies. I say 'twas not.
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Exeunt.