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Lew. She is sad and passionate, at your highness' tent. K. Phil. Brother of England, how may we content This widow lady ?
[The Citizens open the Gates, and enter, to present the Keys of the Town. K. John. We will heal up all :
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne,
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Ereunt all
but FAULco N BRIDGE. Faul. Mad world ! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part: And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, As Heaven's own soldier,) rounded in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil, That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,+ This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, From a resolv'd and honourable war, To a most base and vile concluded peace.— And why rail I on this commodity ? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, When his fair angels would salute my palm; But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say,+there is no sin, but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say-there is no vice, but beggary:
ACT THE THIRD.
The FRENCH KING's Tent.
Enter ARTHUR, CoNstANCE, and SALISBURY.
Con. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace False blood to false blood join'd? Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch and Blanch those pro
It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard;
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, That gave you cause to prove my saying true.
Con. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die. Lewis marry Blanch O, boy, then where art thou ? France friend with England what becomes of me?— Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight.
Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content.
Con. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Sal. Pardon me, madam,
Con. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with
thee: I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. To me, and to the state of my great grief, Let kings assemble ; for my grief's so great, That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit: Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. [Throws herself on the Ground.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter KING John, KING PHILIP, Lewis, BLANCH, AUSTRIA, ELINo R, FAULcos BRIDGE, CHATILLON, PEM B RoKE. Essex, HUBERT, ENG I. Ish HERALD, FR ENCH HERALD, ENGLISH and FRENCH GENTLEMEN, and GUARDs.
K.Phil. "Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day Ever in France shall be kept festival;
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight,
A Trumpet sounds.
Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH, Attended,
K. Phil. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope. Pan. Hail, you anointed deputies of Heaven!— To thee, King John, my holy errand is. I Pandulph, of fair Milan Cardinal, And from Pope Innocent the Legate here, Do, in his name, religiously demand, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, So wilfully dost spurn; and, force per force, Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop Of Canterbury, from that holy see? This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name; Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories