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K I N G
Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter King John, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKR,
Essex, SALISBURY, and Others, with Cha
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would
France with us ? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the King
of France, In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning ;- borrow'd majesty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the
embassy Chat. Philip of France, in right and true
To Ireland , Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine,
bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for
and blood for blooil, Controlment for controlment; so answer France. Chat. Then take my King's defiance froin
in peace :
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.
whole, With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
right, for us. Eli. 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- uone but heaven, and you, and I, shall
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who
whispers Essex, Essex. My liege, here is the strangest con
troversy, Come from the country to be judg’d by you That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? K, John. Let them approach.
[Exit Sheriff, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON
BRIDGE, and PHILIP, his bastard brother. This expedition's charge.
What men are you?
K. John. What art thou?
bridge, K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
father: But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rnde man! thou dost
shame thy mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence. Bast. I, Madam ?
I have no
for it; That 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 inother's honour, and my
land! K. John. A good blunt fellow:- Why, being
younger born, Doth hé lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast. I know ‘not why, except to get the
land. But once he slander'd me with bastardy: But whe’r I be as true begot, or no, That still I lay upon my mother's head; But, that I am as well begot, my Liege, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Cornpare our faces, and be judge yourself. If old sir Robert did heget us both, And were our father, and this son like him ;O old sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven
lent us here!
Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,
not read some tokens of my son
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
was my father's will,