Q. El. Out, insolent! thy stripling shall be King, That thou mayst be a 'Queen, and check the world! 'There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy 'father. L. Con. There's a good 'grandam, boy, that would blot 'thee. The Archduke of Austria interposes; but he is at once checked by Faulconbridge: Aust. Lady Constance, peace! Faul. Aust. Hear the crier ! What the devil art thou? Faul. One that will 'play the devil, sir, with 'you, An a' may catch your hide' and you alone : You are the 'hare, of whom the proverb goes- The Dauphin advances: Lew. Women, and fools! break-off your conference. England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Wilt thou 'resign them, and lay down thy arms? And, out of my dear 'love, I'll 'give thee more Q. El. Come to thy 'grandam, child! Arth. Prince Arthur interposes: Good my mother, peace! I would that I were low laid in my 'grave: I am not 'worth this coil that's made for me. Queen Elinor bitterly says: Q. El. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. Lady Constance replies: L. Con. His grandam's 'wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which 'Heaven shall take in nature of a 'fee, To do 'him justice, and revenge on 'you. 2 The lion's skin. 3 Brittany, a large province in the N. W. of France. Q. El. Thou monstrous 'slanderer of heaven and earth ! Of this oppressed boy: A plague upon thee! L. Con. Ay! who doubts that ? A will? a 'wicked will; K. Phi. Peace, lady! Pause, or be more temperate.- These men of Angiers: let us hear 'them speak The trumpet sounds a parley. Several Citizens appear on the ramparts. Cit. Who is it that hath warned us to the walls? K. John. England for 'itself. Behold, the French, amazed, vouchsafe a 'parle ; And let 'us in, your King,-whose laboured spirits K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us both. And 'King o'er him and all that he enjoys. In warlike march, these greens' before your town. The Spokesman for the Citizens replies: 2 Fields. Cit. That can we 'not; but he that 'proves the King, We, for the 'worthiest, hold the right from 'both. K. John. Then Heaven forgive the sin of all those souls That, to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's King! K. Phi. Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms! [Exeunt. A brief but decisive engagement is fought; after which the Kings hold another parley. K. John. France, hast thou yet 'more blood to cast away? K. Phi. England, thou hast not saved one 'drop of blood, Faulconbridge exclaims : Faul. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, The other's 'peace; 'till then, blows, blood and death! And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates. Faul. By heaven, these scroyles' of Angiers flout you, Kings! And stand securely on their battlements, As in a 'theatre, whence they gape and point At your industrious scenes and acts of death. Be 'friends awhile, and both conjointly bend That 'done, 'dis-sever your united strengths; And kiss him with a glorious victory. How 'like you this wild counsel, mighty States? K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads, I like it 'well. France, 'shall we knit our powers, And lay this Angiers even with the ground? Then, after, fight who shall be King of it? Austria adds: Aust. I from the 'north. K. Phi. 'Our thunder from the 'south Shall rain a 'drift of bullets on this town. Justly dreading this combination, the Citizens hasten to propose a 'friendly arrangement: Cit. Hear us, great Kings: Vouchsafe awhile to 'stay, K. John. Speak-on with 'favour; we are bent to hear. Is the young 'Dauphin every way complete. Whose fulness of perfection lies in 'him. O, two such silver currents, when they 'join, Two such controlling bounds shall 'you be, Kings, 2 O. R. lusty. This 'union shall do more than 'battery can Lions more confident, mountains and rocks As 'we, to 'keep this city. Faulconbridge, in astonishment at this wily proposal, which so effectually mars his own intentions, ejaculates: Faul. Here's a stay2 That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags! Here's a large 'mouth, indeed, That spits forth Death and mountains, rocks and seas,— As maids of thirteen do of 'puppy-dogs! Why, I was never so bethumped with words, Q. El. Son, 'list to this conjunction; 'make this match: Cit. Why 'answer not the double majesties This 'friendly treaty of our threatened town? K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a 'Queen. K. Phi. What say'st 'thou, boy? look in the lady's face. Drawn in the flattering table of her 'eye. The thwarted leader makes his jeering commentary, while the Dauphin is addressing the lady: Faul. 'Drawn, in the flattering table of her 'eye? 'Hanged, in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! In such a 'love, so vile a 'lout as he! 2 Stop, obstruction. 3 Immature, inexperienced. 4 Tablet, retina. |