612Who by the hand of France, this day hath made

613Much worke for teares in many an English mother,

614Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:

615Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,

616Coldly embracing the discoloured earrh,

617And victorie with little losse doth play

618Vpon the dancing banners of the French,

619Who are at hand triumphantly displayed

620To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime

621Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.

623E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels,

624King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach,

625Commander of this hot malicious day,

626Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright,

627Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood:

628There stucke no plume in any English Crest,

629That is remoued by a staffe of France.

630Our colours do returne in those same hands

631That did display them when we first marcht forth:

632And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come

633Our lustie English, all with purpled hands,

634Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes,

635Open your gates, and giue the Victors way.

636Hubert. Heralds, from off our towres we might behold

637From first to last, the on-set and retyre

638Of both yonr Armies, whose equality

639By our best eyes cannot be censured:

640Blood hath bought blood, and blowes haue answerd (blowes:

641Strength matcht with strength, and power confronted

642 power,

643Both are alike, and both alike we like:

644One must proue greatest. While they weigh so euen,

645We hold our Towne for neither: yet for both.

648Iohn. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?

649Say, shall the currant of our right rome on,

650Whose passage vext with thy impediment,

651Shall leaue his natiue channell, and ore-swell

652With course disturb'd euen thy confining shores,

653Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water, keepe

654A peacefull progresse to the Ocean.

655Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood

656In this hot triall more then we of France,

657Rather lost more. And by this hand I sweare

658That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes,

659Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes,

660Wee'l put thee downe, 'gainst whom these Armes wee (beare,

661Or adde a royall number to the dead:

662Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse,

663With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

664Bast. Ha Maiesty: how high thy glory towres,

665When the rich blood of kings is set on fire:

666Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele,

667The swords of souldiers are his teeth, his phangs,

668And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men

669In vndetermin'd differences of kings.

670Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus:

671Cry hauocke kings, backe to the stained field

672You equall Potents, fierie kindled spirits,

673Then let confusion of one part confirm

674The others peace: till then, blowes, blood, and death.

675Iohn. Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit?

676Fra. Speake Citizens for England, whose your king.

677Hub. The king of England, when we know the king.

678Fra. Know him in vs, that heere hold vp his right.

679Iohn. In Vs, that are our owne great Deputie,

680And beare possession of our Person heere,

681Lord of our presence Angiers, and of you.

682Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this,

683And till it be vndoubted, we do locke

684Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates:

685Kings of our feare, vntill our feares resolu'd

686Be by some certaine king, purg'd and depos'd.

687Bast. By heauen, these scroyles of Angiers flout you (kings,

688And stand securely on their battelments,

689As in a Theater, whence they gape and point

690At your industrious Scenes and acts of death.

691Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee,

692Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem,

693Be friends a-while, and both conioyntly bend

694Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne.

695By East and West let France and England mount

696Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes,

697Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe

698The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie,

699I'de play incessantly vpon these Iades,

700Euen till vnfenced desolation

701Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre:

702That done, disseuer your vnited strengths,

703And part your mingled colours once againe,

704Turne face to face, and bloody point to point:

705Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth

706Out of one side her happy Minion,

707To whom in fauour she shall giue the day,

708And kisse him with a glorious victory:

709How like you this wilde counsell mighty States,

710Smackes it not something of the policie.

711Iohn. Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads,

712I like it well. France, shall we knit our powres,

713And lay this Angiers euen with the ground,

714Then after fight who shall be king of it?

715Bast. And if thou hast the mettle of a king,

716Being wrong'd as we are by this peeuish Towne:

717Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie,

718As we will ours, against these sawcie walles,

719And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground,

720Why then defie each other, and pell-mell,

721Make worke vpon our selues, for heauen or hell.

722Fra. Let it be so: say, where will you assault?

723Iohn. We from the West will send destruction

724Into this Cities bosome.

725Aust. I from the North.

726Fran. Our Thunder from the South,

727Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne.

728Bast. O prudent discipline! From North to South:

729Austria and France shoot in each others mouth.

730Ile stirre them to it: Come, away, away.

731Hub. Heare vs great kings, vouchsafe awhile to stay

732And I shall shew you peace, and faire-fac'd league:

733Win you this Citie without stroke, or wound,

734Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds,

735That heere come sacrifices for the field.

736Perseuer not, but heare me mighty kings.

737Iohn. Speake on with fauour, we are bent to heare.

738Hub. That daughter there of Spaine, the Lady Blanch

739Is neere to England, looke vpon the yeeres

740Of Lewes the Dolphin, and that louely maid.

741If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie,