481Thy sinnes are visited in this poore childe,

482The Canon of the Law is laide on him,

483Being but the second generation

484Remoued from thy sinne-conceiuing wombe.

485Iohn. Bedlam haue done.

486Con. I haue but this to say,

487That he is not onely plagued for her sin,

488But God hath made her sinne and her, the plague

489On this remoued issue, plagued for her,

490And with her plague her sinne: his iniury

491Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne,

492All punish'd in the person of this childe,

493And all for her, a plague vpon her.

494Que. Thou vnaduised scold, I can produce

495A Will, that barres the title of thy sonne.

496Con. I who doubts that, a Will: a wicked will,

497A womans will, a cankred Grandams will.

498Fra. Peace Lady, pause, or be more temperate,

499It ill beseemes this presence to cry ayme

500To these ill-tuned repetitions:

501Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles

502These men of Angiers, let vs heare them speake,

503Whose title they admit, Arthurs or Iohns.

506Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles?

507Fra. 'Tis France, for England.

508Iohn. England for it selfe:

509You men of Angiers, and my louing subiects.

510Fra. You louing men of Angiers, Arthurs subiects,

511Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.

512Iohn. For our aduantage, therefore heare vs first:

513These flagges of France that are aduanced heere

514Before the eye and prospect of your Towne,

515Haue hither march'd to your endamagement.

516The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath,

517And ready mounted are they to spit forth

518Their Iron indignation 'gainst your walles:

519All preparation for a bloody siedge

520And merciles proceeding, by these French.

521Comfort yours Citties eies, your winking gates:

522And but for our approch, those sleeping stones,

523That as a waste doth girdle you about

524By the compulsion of their Ordinance,

525By this time from their fixed beds of lime

526Had bin dishabited, and wide hauocke made

527For bloody power to rush vppon your peace.

528But on the sight of vs your lawfull King,

529Who painefully with much expedient march

530Haue brought a counter-checke before your gates,

531To saue vnscratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes:

532Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle,

533And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire

534To make a shaking feuer in your walles,

535They shoote but calme words, folded vp in smoake,

536To make a faithlesse errour in your eares,

537Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens,

538And let vs in. Your King, whose labour'd spirits

539Fore-wearied in this action of swift speede,

540Craues harbourage within your Citie walIes.

541France. When I haue saide, make answer to vs both.

542Loe in this right hand, whose protection

543Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right

544Of him it holds, stands yong Plantagenet,

545Sonne to the elder brother of this man,

546And King ore him, and all that he enioyes:

547For this downe-troden equity, we tread

548In warlike march, these greenes before your Towne,

549Being no further enemy to you

550Then the constraint of hospitable zeale,

551In the releefe of this oppressed childe,

552Religiously prouokes. Be pleased then

553To pay that dutie which you truly owe,

554To him that owes it, namely, this yong Prince,

555And then our Armes, like to a muzled Beare,

556Saue in aspect, hath all offence seal'd vp:

557Our Cannons malice vainly shall be spent

558Against th' involuerable clouds of heauen,

559And with a blessed and vn-vext retyre,

560With vnhack'd swords, and Helmets all vnbruis'd,

561We will beare home that lustie blood againe,

562Which heere we came to spout against your Towne,

563And leaue your children, wiues, and you in peace.

564But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer,

565'Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles,

566Can hide you from our messengers of Warre,

567Though all these English, and their discipline

568Were harbour'd in their rude circumference:

569Then tell vs, Shall your Citie call vs Lord,

570In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it?

571Or shall we giue the signall to our rage,

572And stalke in blood to our possession?

573Cit. In breefe, we are the King of Englands subiects

574For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne.

575Iohn. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.

576Cit. That can we not: but he that proues the King

577To him will we proue loyall, till that time

578Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world.

579Iohn. Doth not the Crowne of England, prooue the

580 King?

581And if not that, I bring you Witnesses

582Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed.

583Bast. Bastards and else.

584Iohn. To verifie our title with their liues.

585Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those.

586Bast. Some Bastards too.

587Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime.

588Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,

589We for the worthiest hold the right from both.

590Iohn. Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules,

591That to their euerlasting residence,

592Before the dew of euening fall, shall fleete

593In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King.

594Fran. Amen, Amen, mount Cheualiers to Armes.

595Bast. Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon,

596And ere since sit's on's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore

597Teach vs some fence. Sirrah, were I at home

598At your den sirrah, with your Lionnesse,

599I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide :

600And make a monster of you.

601Aust. Peace, no more.

602Bast. O tremble : for you heare the Lyon rore.

603Iohn. Vp higher to the plaine, where we'l set forth

604In best appointment all our Regiments.

605Bast . Speed then to take aduantage of the field.

606Fra. It shall be so, and at the other hill

607Command the rest to stand, God and our right. Exeunt

610F. Her. You men of Angiers open wide your gates,

611And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,

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