King John (Folio 1, 1623)
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The lif_e and death of King John.
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¶The Canon of the Law is laide on him,
¶Being but the second generation
¶Remoued from thy sinne-conceiuing wombe.
485Iohn. Bedlam haue done.
¶That he is not onely plagued for her sin,
¶But God hath made her sinne and her, the plague
490And with her plague her sinne: his iniury
¶Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne,
¶And all for her, a plague vpon her.
495A Will, that barres the title of thy sonne.
¶Con. I who doubts that, a Will: a wicked will,
¶A womans will, a cankred Grandams will.
500To these ill-tuned repetitions:
¶Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles
¶Whose title they admit, Arthurs or Iohns.
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Trumpet sounds.
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Enter a Citizen vpon the walles.
¶Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles?
¶Fra. 'Tis France, for England.
¶You men of Angiers, and my louing subiects.
¶Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.
¶These flagges of France that are aduanced heere
¶Before the eye and prospect of your Towne,
515Haue hither march'd to your endamagement.
¶The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath,
¶And ready mounted are they to spit forth
¶Their Iron indignation 'gainst your walles:
¶All preparation for a bloody siedge
520And merciles proceeding, by these French.
¶Comfort yours Citties eies, your winking gates:
¶That as a waste doth girdle you about
¶By the compulsion of their Ordinance,
525By this time from their fixed beds of lime
¶Had bin dishabited, and wide hauocke made
¶For bloody power to rush vppon your peace.
¶But on the sight of vs your lawfull King,
¶Who painefully with much expedient march
530Haue brought a counter-checke before your gates,
¶Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle,
¶And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire
¶To make a shaking feuer in your walles,
¶Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens,
540Craues harbourage within your Citie walIes.
¶Loe in this right hand, whose protection
¶Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right
¶Of him it holds, stands yong Plantagenet,
545Sonne to the elder brother of this man,
¶And King ore him, and all that he enioyes:
¶For this downe-troden equity, we tread
¶In warlike march, these greenes before your Towne,
¶Being no further enemy to you
¶To pay that dutie which you truly owe,
¶To him that owes it, namely, this yong Prince,
555And then our Armes, like to a muzled Beare,
¶Against th' involuerable clouds of heauen,
560With vnhack'd swords, and Helmets all vnbruis'd,
¶We will beare home that lustie blood againe,
¶And leaue your children, wiues, and you in peace.
565'Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles,
¶Were harbour'd in their rude circumference:
¶Then tell vs, Shall your Citie call vs Lord,
570In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it?
¶For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne.
575Iohn. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
¶Cit. That can we not: but he that proues the King
¶To him will we proue loyall, till that time
¶Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world.
¶Iohn. Doth not the Crowne of England, prooue the
580_King?
¶Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed.
¶Iohn. To verifie our title with their liues.
¶Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime.
¶We for the worthiest hold the right from both.
¶Before the dew of euening fall, shall fleete
¶In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King.
¶Fran. Amen, Amen, mount Cheualiers to Armes.
¶Teach vs some fence. Sirrah, were I at home
¶I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide :
600And make a monster of you.
¶Aust. Peace, no more.
¶Bast. O tremble : for you heare the Lyon rore.
¶In best appointment all our Regiments.
605Bast_. Speed then to take aduantage of the field.
Exeunt
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Heere after excursions, Enter the Herald of France
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with Trumpets to the gates.
610F. Her. You men of Angiers open wide your gates,
¶And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
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