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      <article class="book" id="R.1">
         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The Life and Death of King John</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Before the castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  The field of battle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  The French camp.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.8">7. SCENE VII.  The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
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                     </ul>
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               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">KING JOHN</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PRINCE HENRY, son to the king.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, nephew to the king.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">The Earl of PEMBROKE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">The Earl of ESSEX</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">The Earl of SALISBURY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">The Lord BIGOT</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">HUBERT DE BURGH</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son to Sir Robert Faulconbridge. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PHILIP the BASTARD, his half-brother. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PETER Of Pomfret, a prophet. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PHILIP, King of France. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LEWIS, the Dauphin.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LYMOGES, Duke of AUSTRIA. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">MELUN, a French Lord.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">QUEEN ELINOR, mother to King John.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BLANCH of Spain, niece to King John. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.</span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  Partly in England, and partly in France.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,
SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France</div>
                     <div class="line">In my behavior to the majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">The borrow'd majesty, of England here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">A strange beginning: 'borrow'd majesty!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip of France, in right and true behalf</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim</div>
                     <div class="line">To this fair island and the territories,</div>
                     <div class="line">To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Desiring thee to lay aside the sword</div>
                     <div class="line">Which sways usurpingly these several titles,</div>
                     <div class="line">And put these same into young Arthur's hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">What follows if we disallow of this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                     <div class="line">The proud control of fierce and bloody war,</div>
                     <div class="line">To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Here have we war for war and blood for blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Controlment for controlment: so answer France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                     <div class="line">Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,</div>
                     <div class="line">The farthest limit of my embassy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;</div>
                     <div class="line">For ere thou canst report I will be there,</div>
                     <div class="line">The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:</div>
                     <div class="line">So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath</div>
                     <div class="line">And sullen presage of your own decay.</div>
                     <div class="line">An honourable conduct let him have:</div>
                     <div class="line">Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">What now, my son! have I not ever said</div>
                     <div class="line">How that ambitious Constance would not cease</div>
                     <div class="line">Till she had kindled France and all the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the right and party of her son?</div>
                     <div class="line">This might have been prevented and made whole</div>
                     <div class="line">With very easy arguments of love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which now the manage of two kingdoms must</div>
                     <div class="line">With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Our strong possession and our right for us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Your strong possession much more than your right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else it must go wrong with you and me:</div>
                     <div class="line">So much my conscience whispers in your ear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Sheriff</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ESSEX</div>
                     <div class="line">My liege, here is the strangest controversy</div>
                     <div class="line">Come from country to be judged by you,</div>
                     <div class="line">That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Let them approach.</div>
                     <div class="line">Our abbeys and our priories shall pay</div>
                     <div class="line">This expedition's charge.</div>
                     <p>Enter ROBERT and the BASTARD</p>
                     <div class="line">What men are you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Your faithful subject I, a gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,</div>
                     <div class="line">A soldier, by the honour-giving hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">What art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?</div>
                     <div class="line">You came not of one mother then, it seems.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Most certain of one mother, mighty king;</div>
                     <div class="line">That is well known; and, as I think, one father:</div>
                     <div class="line">But for the certain knowledge of that truth</div>
                     <div class="line">I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother:</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother</div>
                     <div class="line">And wound her honour with this diffidence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;</div>
                     <div class="line">That is my brother's plea and none of mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">The which if he can prove, a' pops me out</div>
                     <div class="line">At least from fair five hundred pound a year:</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not why, except to get the land.</div>
                     <div class="line">But once he slander'd me with bastardy:</div>
                     <div class="line">But whether I be as true begot or no,</div>
                     <div class="line">That still I lay upon my mother's head,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that I am as well begot, my liege,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!--</div>
                     <div class="line">Compare our faces and be judge yourself.</div>
                     <div class="line">If old sir Robert did beget us both</div>
                     <div class="line">And were our father and this son like him,</div>
                     <div class="line">O old sir Robert, father, on my knee</div>
                     <div class="line">I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face;</div>
                     <div class="line">The accent of his tongue affecteth him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you not read some tokens of my son</div>
                     <div class="line">In the large composition of this man?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine eye hath well examined his parts</div>
                     <div class="line">And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">What doth move you to claim your brother's land?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Because he hath a half-face, like my father.</div>
                     <div class="line">With half that face would he have all my land:</div>
                     <div class="line">A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious liege, when that my father lived,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your brother did employ my father much,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">And once dispatch'd him in an embassy</div>
                     <div class="line">To Germany, there with the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">To treat of high affairs touching that time.</div>
                     <div class="line">The advantage of his absence took the king</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where how he did prevail I shame to speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores</div>
                     <div class="line">Between my father and my mother lay,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I have heard my father speak himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">When this same lusty gentleman was got.</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd</div>
                     <div class="line">His lands to me, and took it on his death</div>
                     <div class="line">That this my mother's son was none of his;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if he were, he came into the world</div>
                     <div class="line">Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">My father's land, as was my father's will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And if she did play false, the fault was hers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands</div>
                     <div class="line">That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Had of your father claim'd this son for his?</div>
                     <div class="line">In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept</div>
                     <div class="line">This calf bred from his cow from all the world;</div>
                     <div class="line">In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's,</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother might not claim him; nor your father,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;</div>
                     <div class="line">My mother's son did get your father's heir;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your father's heir must have your father's land.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall then my father's will be of no force</div>
                     <div class="line">To dispossess that child which is not his?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than was his will to get me, as I think.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge</div>
                     <div class="line">And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord of thy presence and no land beside?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, an if my brother had my shape,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if my legs were two such riding-rods,</div>
                     <div class="line">My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin</div>
                     <div class="line">That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest men should say 'Look, where three-farthings goes!'</div>
                     <div class="line">And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I might never stir from off this place,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would give it every foot to have this face;</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not be sir Nob in any case.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bequeath thy land to him and follow me?</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a soldier and now bound to France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, I would have you go before me thither.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Our country manners give our betters way.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">What is thy name?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip, my liege, so is my name begun,</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:</div>
                     <div class="line">Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">My father gave me honour, yours gave land.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now blessed by the hour, by night or day,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I was got, sir Robert was away!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">The very spirit of Plantagenet!</div>
                     <div class="line">I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though?</div>
                     <div class="line">Something about, a little from the right,</div>
                     <div class="line">In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:</div>
                     <div class="line">Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,</div>
                     <div class="line">And have is have, however men do catch:</div>
                     <div class="line">Near or far off, well won is still well shot,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am I, howe'er I was begot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;</div>
                     <div class="line">A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed</div>
                     <div class="line">For France, for France, for it is more than need.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt all but BASTARD</p>
                     <div class="line">A foot of honour better than I was;</div>
                     <div class="line">But many a many foot of land the worse.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Good den, sir Richard!'--'God-a-mercy, fellow!'--</div>
                     <div class="line">And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;</div>
                     <div class="line">For new-made honour doth forget men's names;</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis too respective and too sociable</div>
                     <div class="line">For your conversion. Now your traveller,</div>
                     <div class="line">He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,</div>
                     <div class="line">And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why then I suck my teeth and catechise</div>
                     <div class="line">My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,'</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,</div>
                     <div class="line">'I shall beseech you'--that is question now;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then comes answer like an Absey book:</div>
                     <div class="line">'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command;</div>
                     <div class="line">At your employment; at your service, sir;'</div>
                     <div class="line">'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:'</div>
                     <div class="line">And so, ere answer knows what question would,</div>
                     <div class="line">Saving in dialogue of compliment,</div>
                     <div class="line">And talking of the Alps and Apennines,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Pyrenean and the river Po,</div>
                     <div class="line">It draws toward supper in conclusion so.</div>
                     <div class="line">But this is worshipful society</div>
                     <div class="line">And fits the mounting spirit like myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">For he is but a bastard to the time</div>
                     <div class="line">That doth not smack of observation;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so am I, whether I smack or no;</div>
                     <div class="line">And not alone in habit and device,</div>
                     <div class="line">Exterior form, outward accoutrement,</div>
                     <div class="line">But from the inward motion to deliver</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, though I will not practise to deceive,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;</div>
                     <div class="line">For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.</div>
                     <div class="line">But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?</div>
                     <div class="line">What woman-post is this? hath she no husband</div>
                     <div class="line">That will take pains to blow a horn before her?</div>
                     <p>Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY</p>
                     <div class="line">O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady!</div>
                     <div class="line">What brings you here to court so hastily?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,</div>
                     <div class="line">That holds in chase mine honour up and down?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?</div>
                     <div class="line">Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?</div>
                     <div class="line">He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GURNEY</div>
                     <div class="line">Good leave, good Philip.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip! sparrow: James,</div>
                     <div class="line">There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.</div>
                     <p>Exit GURNEY</p>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Robert might have eat his part in me</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,</div>
                     <div class="line">Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it:</div>
                     <div class="line">We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom am I beholding for these limbs?</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,</div>
                     <div class="line">That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?</div>
                     <div class="line">What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.</div>
                     <div class="line">What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land;</div>
                     <div class="line">Legitimation, name and all is gone:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, good my mother, let me know my father;</div>
                     <div class="line">Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">As faithfully as I deny the devil.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                     <div class="line">King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father:</div>
                     <div class="line">By long and vehement suit I was seduced</div>
                     <div class="line">To make room for him in my husband's bed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art the issue of my dear offence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which was so strongly urged past my defence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by this light, were I to get again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I would not wish a better father.</div>
                     <div class="line">Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly:</div>
                     <div class="line">Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,</div>
                     <div class="line">Subjected tribute to commanding love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against whose fury and unmatched force</div>
                     <div class="line">The aweless lion could not wage the fight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.</div>
                     <div class="line">He that perforce robs lions of their hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">With all my heart I thank thee for my father!</div>
                     <div class="line">Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well</div>
                     <div class="line">When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;</div>
                     <div class="line">And they shall say, when Richard me begot,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:</div>
                     <div class="line">Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side:
on the other KING PHILIP and his power; LEWIS,
ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart</div>
                     <div class="line">And fought the holy wars in Palestine,</div>
                     <div class="line">By this brave duke came early to his grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">And for amends to his posterity,</div>
                     <div class="line">At our importance hither is he come,</div>
                     <div class="line">To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to rebuke the usurpation</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:</div>
                     <div class="line">Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death</div>
                     <div class="line">The rather that you give his offspring life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shadowing their right under your wings of war:</div>
                     <div class="line">I give you welcome with a powerless hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">But with a heart full of unstained love:</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,</div>
                     <div class="line">As seal to this indenture of my love,</div>
                     <div class="line">That to my home I will no more return,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides</div>
                     <div class="line">And coops from other lands her islanders,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even till that England, hedged in with the main,</div>
                     <div class="line">That water-walled bulwark, still secure</div>
                     <div class="line">And confident from foreign purposes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even till that utmost corner of the west</div>
                     <div class="line">Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I not think of home, but follow arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength</div>
                     <div class="line">To make a more requital to your love!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords</div>
                     <div class="line">In such a just and charitable war.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Well then, to work: our cannon shall be bent</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the brows of this resisting town.</div>
                     <div class="line">Call for our chiefest men of discipline,</div>
                     <div class="line">To cull the plots of best advantages:</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll lay before this town our royal bones,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">But we will make it subject to this boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay for an answer to your embassy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Chatillon may from England bring,</div>
                     <div class="line">That right in peace which here we urge in war,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then we shall repent each drop of blood</div>
                     <div class="line">That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CHATILLON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our messenger Chatillon is arrived!</div>
                     <div class="line">What England says, say briefly, gentle lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                     <div class="line">Then turn your forces from this paltry siege</div>
                     <div class="line">And stir them up against a mightier task.</div>
                     <div class="line">England, impatient of your just demands,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time</div>
                     <div class="line">To land his legions all as soon as I;</div>
                     <div class="line">His marches are expedient to this town,</div>
                     <div class="line">His forces strong, his soldiers confident.</div>
                     <div class="line">With him along is come the mother-queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;</div>
                     <div class="line">With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;</div>
                     <div class="line">With them a bastard of the king's deceased,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the unsettled humours of the land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,</div>
                     <div class="line">With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make hazard of new fortunes here:</div>
                     <div class="line">In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits</div>
                     <div class="line">Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er</div>
                     <div class="line">Did nearer float upon the swelling tide,</div>
                     <div class="line">To do offence and scath in Christendom.</div>
                     <p>Drum beats</p>
                     <div class="line">The interruption of their churlish drums</div>
                     <div class="line">Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">To parley or to fight; therefore prepare.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">How much unlook'd for is this expedition!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">By how much unexpected, by so much</div>
                     <div class="line">We must awake endavour for defence;</div>
                     <div class="line">For courage mounteth with occasion:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let them be welcome then: we are prepared.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, BLANCH, the BASTARD,
Lords, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace be to France, if France in peace permit</div>
                     <div class="line">Our just and lineal entrance to our own;</div>
                     <div class="line">If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct</div>
                     <div class="line">Their proud contempt that beats His peace to heaven.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace be to England, if that war return</div>
                     <div class="line">From France to England, there to live in peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">England we love; and for that England's sake</div>
                     <div class="line">With burden of our armour here we sweat.</div>
                     <div class="line">This toil of ours should be a work of thine;</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou from loving England art so far,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king</div>
                     <div class="line">Cut off the sequence of posterity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Out-faced infant state and done a rape</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.</div>
                     <div class="line">Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;</div>
                     <div class="line">These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:</div>
                     <div class="line">This little abstract doth contain that large</div>
                     <div class="line">Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.</div>
                     <div class="line">That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,</div>
                     <div class="line">And this his son; England was Geffrey's right</div>
                     <div class="line">And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God</div>
                     <div class="line">How comes it then that thou art call'd a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">When living blood doth in these temples beat,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">From whom hast thou this great commission, France,</div>
                     <div class="line">To draw my answer from thy articles?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">From that supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">In any breast of strong authority,</div>
                     <div class="line">To look into the blots and stains of right:</div>
                     <div class="line">That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong</div>
                     <div class="line">And by whose help I mean to chastise it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, thou dost usurp authority.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me make answer; thy usurping son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou mayst be a queen, and cheque the world!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">My bed was ever to thy son as true</div>
                     <div class="line">As thine was to thy husband; and this boy</div>
                     <div class="line">Liker in feature to his father Geffrey</div>
                     <div class="line">Than thou and John in manners; being as like</div>
                     <div class="line">As rain to water, or devil to his dam.</div>
                     <div class="line">My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think</div>
                     <div class="line">His father never was so true begot:</div>
                     <div class="line">It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear the crier.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">What the devil art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">One that will play the devil, sir, with you,</div>
                     <div class="line">An a' may catch your hide and you alone:</div>
                     <div class="line">You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">O, well did he become that lion's robe</div>
                     <div class="line">That did disrobe the lion of that robe!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">It lies as sightly on the back of him</div>
                     <div class="line">As great Alcides' shows upon an ass:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">What craker is this same that deafs our ears</div>
                     <div class="line">With this abundance of superfluous breath?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Lewis, determine what we shall do straight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Women and fools, break off your conference.</div>
                     <div class="line">King John, this is the very sum of all;</div>
                     <div class="line">England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                     <div class="line">In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">My life as soon: I do defy thee, France.</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">And out of my dear love I'll give thee more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than e'er the coward hand of France can win:</div>
                     <div class="line">Submit thee, boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Come to thy grandam, child.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Do, child, go to it grandam, child:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will</div>
                     <div class="line">Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:</div>
                     <div class="line">There's a good grandam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Good my mother, peace!</div>
                     <div class="line">I would that I were low laid in my grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not worth this coil that's made for me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Now shame upon you, whether she does or no!</div>
                     <div class="line">His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,</div>
                     <div class="line">Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed</div>
                     <div class="line">To do him justice and revenge on you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!</div>
                     <div class="line">Call not me slanderer; thou and thine usurp</div>
                     <div class="line">The dominations, royalties and rights</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this oppressed boy: this is thy eld'st son's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Infortunate in nothing but in thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy sins are visited in this poor child;</div>
                     <div class="line">The canon of the law is laid on him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being but the second generation</div>
                     <div class="line">Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Bedlam, have done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">I have but this to say,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he is not only plagued for her sin,</div>
                     <div class="line">But God hath made her sin and her the plague</div>
                     <div class="line">On this removed issue, plague for her</div>
                     <div class="line">And with her plague; her sin his injury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her injury the beadle to her sin,</div>
                     <div class="line">All punish'd in the person of this child,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all for her; a plague upon her!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou unadvised scold, I can produce</div>
                     <div class="line">A will that bars the title of thy son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will:</div>
                     <div class="line">A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate:</div>
                     <div class="line">It ill beseems this presence to cry aim</div>
                     <div class="line">To these ill-tuned repetitions.</div>
                     <div class="line">Some trumpet summon hither to the walls</div>
                     <div class="line">These men of Angiers: let us hear them speak</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Trumpet sounds. Enter certain Citizens upon the walls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis France, for England.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">England, for itself.</div>
                     <div class="line">You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">For our advantage; therefore hear us first.</div>
                     <div class="line">These flags of France, that are advanced here</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the eye and prospect of your town,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have hither march'd to your endamagement:</div>
                     <div class="line">The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,</div>
                     <div class="line">And ready mounted are they to spit forth</div>
                     <div class="line">Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:</div>
                     <div class="line">All preparation for a bloody siege</div>
                     <div class="line">All merciless proceeding by these French</div>
                     <div class="line">Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;</div>
                     <div class="line">And but for our approach those sleeping stones,</div>
                     <div class="line">That as a waist doth girdle you about,</div>
                     <div class="line">By the compulsion of their ordinance</div>
                     <div class="line">By this time from their fixed beds of lime</div>
                     <div class="line">Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made</div>
                     <div class="line">For bloody power to rush upon your peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">But on the sight of us your lawful king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who painfully with much expedient march</div>
                     <div class="line">Have brought a countercheque before your gates,</div>
                     <div class="line">To save unscratch'd your city's threatened cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make a shaking fever in your walls,</div>
                     <div class="line">They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make a faithless error in your ears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let us in, your king, whose labour'd spirits,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forwearied in this action of swift speed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Crave harbourage within your city walls.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">When I have said, make answer to us both.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, in this right hand, whose protection</div>
                     <div class="line">Is most divinely vow'd upon the right</div>
                     <div class="line">Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Son to the elder brother of this man,</div>
                     <div class="line">And king o'er him and all that he enjoys:</div>
                     <div class="line">For this down-trodden equity, we tread</div>
                     <div class="line">In warlike march these greens before your town,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being no further enemy to you</div>
                     <div class="line">Than the constraint of hospitable zeal</div>
                     <div class="line">In the relief of this oppressed child</div>
                     <div class="line">Religiously provokes. Be pleased then</div>
                     <div class="line">To pay that duty which you truly owe</div>
                     <div class="line">To that owes it, namely this young prince:</div>
                     <div class="line">And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with a blessed and unvex'd retire,</div>
                     <div class="line">With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruised,</div>
                     <div class="line">We will bear home that lusty blood again</div>
                     <div class="line">Which here we came to spout against your town,</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave your children, wives and you in peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls</div>
                     <div class="line">Can hide you from our messengers of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though all these English and their discipline</div>
                     <div class="line">Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">In that behalf which we have challenged it?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we give the signal to our rage</div>
                     <div class="line">And stalk in blood to our possession?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">In brief, we are the king of England's subjects:</div>
                     <div class="line">For him, and in his right, we hold this town.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">That can we not; but he that proves the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">To him will we prove loyal: till that time</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth not the crown of England prove the king?</div>
                     <div class="line">And if not that, I bring you witnesses,</div>
                     <div class="line">Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Bastards, and else.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">To verify our title with their lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">As many and as well-born bloods as those,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Some bastards too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand in his face to contradict his claim.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Till you compound whose right is worthiest,</div>
                     <div class="line">We for the worthiest hold the right from both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Then God forgive the sin of all those souls</div>
                     <div class="line">That to their everlasting residence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,</div>
                     <div class="line">In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since</div>
                     <div class="line">Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,</div>
                     <div class="line">Teach us some fence!</div>
                     <p>To AUSTRIA</p>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, were I at home,</div>
                     <div class="line">At your den, sirrah, with your lioness</div>
                     <div class="line">I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a monster of you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace! no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">O tremble, for you hear the lion roar.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth</div>
                     <div class="line">In best appointment all our regiments.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Speed then, to take advantage of the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be so; and at the other hill</div>
                     <div class="line">Command the rest to stand. God and our right!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
               <p>Here after excursions, enter the Herald of France,
with trumpets, to the gates</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">French Herald</div>
                     <div class="line">You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who by the hand of France this day hath made</div>
                     <div class="line">Much work for tears in many an English mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;</div>
                     <div class="line">And victory, with little loss, doth play</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the dancing banners of the French,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">To enter conquerors and to proclaim</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur of Bretagne England's king and yours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter English Herald, with trumpet</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">English Herald</div>
                     <div class="line">Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells:</div>
                     <div class="line">King John, your king and England's doth approach,</div>
                     <div class="line">Commander of this hot malicious day:</div>
                     <div class="line">Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;</div>
                     <div class="line">There stuck no plume in any English crest</div>
                     <div class="line">That is removed by a staff of France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our colours do return in those same hands</div>
                     <div class="line">That did display them when we first march'd forth;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, like a troop of jolly huntsmen, come</div>
                     <div class="line">Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Open your gates and gives the victors way.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,</div>
                     <div class="line">From first to last, the onset and retire</div>
                     <div class="line">Of both your armies; whose equality</div>
                     <div class="line">By our best eyes cannot be censured:</div>
                     <div class="line">Blood hath bought blood and blows have answered blows;</div>
                     <div class="line">Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power:</div>
                     <div class="line">Both are alike; and both alike we like.</div>
                     <div class="line">One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even,</div>
                     <div class="line">We hold our town for neither, yet for both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter KING JOHN and KING PHILIP, with their
powers, severally</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, shall the current of our right run on?</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell</div>
                     <div class="line">With course disturb'd even thy confining shores,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless thou let his silver water keep</div>
                     <div class="line">A peaceful progress to the ocean.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">In this hot trial, more than we of France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,</div>
                     <div class="line">That sways the earth this climate overlooks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or add a royal number to the dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss</div>
                     <div class="line">With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,</div>
                     <div class="line">When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;</div>
                     <div class="line">The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,</div>
                     <div class="line">In undetermined differences of kings.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?</div>
                     <div class="line">Cry, 'havoc!' kings; back to the stained field,</div>
                     <div class="line">You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits!</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let confusion of one part confirm</div>
                     <div class="line">The other's peace: till then, blows, blood and death!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">The king of England; when we know the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Know him in us, that here hold up his right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">In us, that are our own great deputy</div>
                     <div class="line">And bear possession of our person here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">A greater power then we denies all this;</div>
                     <div class="line">And till it be undoubted, we do lock</div>
                     <div class="line">Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates;</div>
                     <div class="line">King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolved,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be by some certain king purged and deposed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,</div>
                     <div class="line">And stand securely on their battlements,</div>
                     <div class="line">As in a theatre, whence they gape and point</div>
                     <div class="line">At your industrious scenes and acts of death.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your royal presences be ruled by me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be friends awhile and both conjointly bend</div>
                     <div class="line">Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:</div>
                     <div class="line">By east and west let France and England mount</div>
                     <div class="line">Their battering cannon charged to the mouths,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down</div>
                     <div class="line">The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'ld play incessantly upon these jades,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even till unfenced desolation</div>
                     <div class="line">Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.</div>
                     <div class="line">That done, dissever your united strengths,</div>
                     <div class="line">And part your mingled colours once again;</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn face to face and bloody point to point;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of one side her happy minion,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom in favour she shall give the day,</div>
                     <div class="line">And kiss him with a glorious victory.</div>
                     <div class="line">How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?</div>
                     <div class="line">Smacks it not something of the policy?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,</div>
                     <div class="line">I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay this Angiers even to the ground;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then after fight who shall be king of it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">An if thou hast the mettle of a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being wronged as we are by this peevish town,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,</div>
                     <div class="line">As we will ours, against these saucy walls;</div>
                     <div class="line">And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why then defy each other and pell-mell</div>
                     <div class="line">Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be so. Say, where will you assault?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">We from the west will send destruction</div>
                     <div class="line">Into this city's bosom.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">I from the north.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Our thunder from the south</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">O prudent discipline! From north to south:</div>
                     <div class="line">Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll stir them to it. Come, away, away!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile to stay,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league;</div>
                     <div class="line">Win you this city without stroke or wound;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,</div>
                     <div class="line">That here come sacrifices for the field:</div>
                     <div class="line">Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak on with favour; we are bent to hear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is niece to England: look upon the years</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid:</div>
                     <div class="line">If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?</div>
                     <div class="line">If zealous love should go in search of virtue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?</div>
                     <div class="line">If love ambitious sought a match of birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is the young Dauphin every way complete:</div>
                     <div class="line">If not complete of, say he is not she;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she again wants nothing, to name want,</div>
                     <div class="line">If want it be not that she is not he:</div>
                     <div class="line">He is the half part of a blessed man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Left to be finished by such as she;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she a fair divided excellence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, two such silver currents, when they join,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do glorify the banks that bound them in;</div>
                     <div class="line">And two such shores to two such streams made one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,</div>
                     <div class="line">To these two princes, if you marry them.</div>
                     <div class="line">This union shall do more than battery can</div>
                     <div class="line">To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,</div>
                     <div class="line">With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,</div>
                     <div class="line">The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,</div>
                     <div class="line">And give you entrance: but without this match,</div>
                     <div class="line">The sea enraged is not half so deaf,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lions more confident, mountains and rocks</div>
                     <div class="line">More free from motion, no, not Death himself</div>
                     <div class="line">In moral fury half so peremptory,</div>
                     <div class="line">As we to keep this city.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's a stay</div>
                     <div class="line">That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,</div>
                     <div class="line">That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,</div>
                     <div class="line">Talks as familiarly of roaring lions</div>
                     <div class="line">As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!</div>
                     <div class="line">What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?</div>
                     <div class="line">He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce;</div>
                     <div class="line">He gives the bastinado with his tongue:</div>
                     <div class="line">Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his</div>
                     <div class="line">But buffets better than a fist of France:</div>
                     <div class="line">Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words</div>
                     <div class="line">Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;</div>
                     <div class="line">Give with our niece a dowry large enough:</div>
                     <div class="line">For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe</div>
                     <div class="line">The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.</div>
                     <div class="line">I see a yielding in the looks of France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls</div>
                     <div class="line">Are capable of this ambition,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cool and congeal again to what it was.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Why answer not the double majesties</div>
                     <div class="line">This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak England first, that hath been forward first</div>
                     <div class="line">To speak unto this city: what say you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,'</div>
                     <div class="line">Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:</div>
                     <div class="line">For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all that we upon this side the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Except this city now by us besieged,</div>
                     <div class="line">Find liable to our crown and dignity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich</div>
                     <div class="line">In titles, honours and promotions,</div>
                     <div class="line">As she in beauty, education, blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Holds hand with any princess of the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">I do, my lord; and in her eye I find</div>
                     <div class="line">A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,</div>
                     <div class="line">The shadow of myself form'd in her eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which being but the shadow of your son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow:</div>
                     <div class="line">I do protest I never loved myself</div>
                     <div class="line">Till now infixed I beheld myself</div>
                     <div class="line">Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Whispers with BLANCH</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!</div>
                     <div class="line">And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy</div>
                     <div class="line">Himself love's traitor: this is pity now,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hang'd and drawn and quartered, there should be</div>
                     <div class="line">In such a love so vile a lout as he.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">My uncle's will in this respect is mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">If he see aught in you that makes him like,</div>
                     <div class="line">That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,</div>
                     <div class="line">I can with ease translate it to my will;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if you will, to speak more properly,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will enforce it easily to my love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Further I will not flatter you, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">That all I see in you is worthy love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than this; that nothing do I see in you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I can find should merit any hate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">What say these young ones? What say you my niece?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">That she is bound in honour still to do</div>
                     <div class="line">What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I do love her most unfeignedly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces,</div>
                     <div class="line">With her to thee; and this addition more,</div>
                     <div class="line">Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Command thy son and daughter to join hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">It likes us well; young princes, close your hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">And your lips too; for I am well assured</div>
                     <div class="line">That I did so when I was first assured.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let in that amity which you have made;</div>
                     <div class="line">For at Saint Mary's chapel presently</div>
                     <div class="line">The rites of marriage shall be solemnized.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?</div>
                     <div class="line">I know she is not, for this match made up</div>
                     <div class="line">Her presence would have interrupted much:</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by my faith, this league that we have made</div>
                     <div class="line">Will give her sadness very little cure.</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother of England, how may we content</div>
                     <div class="line">This widow lady? In her right we came;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,</div>
                     <div class="line">To our own vantage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">We will heal up all;</div>
                     <div class="line">For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne</div>
                     <div class="line">And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town</div>
                     <div class="line">We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance;</div>
                     <div class="line">Some speedy messenger bid her repair</div>
                     <div class="line">To our solemnity: I trust we shall,</div>
                     <div class="line">If not fill up the measure of her will,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet in some measure satisfy her so</div>
                     <div class="line">That we shall stop her exclamation.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,</div>
                     <div class="line">To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but the BASTARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!</div>
                     <div class="line">John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath willingly departed with a part,</div>
                     <div class="line">And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom zeal and charity brought to the field</div>
                     <div class="line">As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear</div>
                     <div class="line">With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,</div>
                     <div class="line">That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, having no external thing to lose</div>
                     <div class="line">But the word 'maid,' cheats the poor maid of that,</div>
                     <div class="line">That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Commodity, the bias of the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">The world, who of itself is peised well,</div>
                     <div class="line">Made to run even upon even ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,</div>
                     <div class="line">This sway of motion, this Commodity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes it take head from all indifferency,</div>
                     <div class="line">From all direction, purpose, course, intent:</div>
                     <div class="line">And this same bias, this Commodity,</div>
                     <div class="line">This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,</div>
                     <div class="line">Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath drawn him from his own determined aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">From a resolved and honourable war,</div>
                     <div class="line">To a most base and vile-concluded peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">And why rail I on this Commodity?</div>
                     <div class="line">But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:</div>
                     <div class="line">Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">When his fair angels would salute my palm;</div>
                     <div class="line">But for my hand, as unattempted yet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail</div>
                     <div class="line">And say there is no sin but to be rich;</div>
                     <div class="line">And being rich, my virtue then shall be</div>
                     <div class="line">To say there is no vice but beggary.</div>
                     <div class="line">Since kings break faith upon commodity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The same.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!</div>
                     <div class="line">False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?</div>
                     <div class="line">It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:</div>
                     <div class="line">It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so:</div>
                     <div class="line">I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word</div>
                     <div class="line">Is but the vain breath of a common man:</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a king's oath to the contrary.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am sick and capable of fears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears,</div>
                     <div class="line">A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,</div>
                     <div class="line">A woman, naturally born to fears;</div>
                     <div class="line">And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,</div>
                     <div class="line">With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,</div>
                     <div class="line">But they will quake and tremble all this day.</div>
                     <div class="line">What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?</div>
                     <div class="line">What means that hand upon that breast of thine?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?</div>
                     <div class="line">Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then speak again; not all thy former tale,</div>
                     <div class="line">But this one word, whether thy tale be true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">As true as I believe you think them false</div>
                     <div class="line">That give you cause to prove my saying true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let belief and life encounter so</div>
                     <div class="line">As doth the fury of two desperate men</div>
                     <div class="line">Which in the very meeting fall and die.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou?</div>
                     <div class="line">France friend with England, what becomes of me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight:</div>
                     <div class="line">This news hath made thee a most ugly man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">What other harm have I, good lady, done,</div>
                     <div class="line">But spoke the harm that is by others done?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Which harm within itself so heinous is</div>
                     <div class="line">As it makes harmful all that speak of it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech you, madam, be content.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb,</div>
                     <div class="line">Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,</div>
                     <div class="line">Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not care, I then would be content,</div>
                     <div class="line">For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou</div>
                     <div class="line">Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown.</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,</div>
                     <div class="line">She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France</div>
                     <div class="line">To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,</div>
                     <div class="line">And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.</div>
                     <div class="line">France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,</div>
                     <div class="line">That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?</div>
                     <div class="line">Envenom him with words, or get thee gone</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave those woes alone which I alone</div>
                     <div class="line">Am bound to under-bear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon me, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">I may not go without you to the kings.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;</div>
                     <div class="line">For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.</div>
                     <div class="line">To me and to the state of my great grief</div>
                     <div class="line">Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great</div>
                     <div class="line">That no supporter but the huge firm earth</div>
                     <div class="line">Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Seats herself on the ground</p>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILLIP, LEWIS, BLANCH,
QUEEN ELINOR, the BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
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                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day</div>
                     <div class="line">Ever in France shall be kept festival:</div>
                     <div class="line">To solemnize this day the glorious sun</div>
                     <div class="line">Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turning with splendor of his precious eye</div>
                     <div class="line">The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:</div>
                     <div class="line">The yearly course that brings this day about</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall never see it but a holiday.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">A wicked day, and not a holy day!</div>
                     <p>Rising</p>
                     <div class="line">What hath this day deserved? what hath it done,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it in golden letters should be set</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the high tides in the calendar?</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,</div>
                     <div class="line">This day of shame, oppression, perjury.</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;</div>
                     <div class="line">No bargains break that are not this day made:</div>
                     <div class="line">This day, all things begun come to ill end,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause</div>
                     <div class="line">To curse the fair proceedings of this day:</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">You have beguiled me with a counterfeit</div>
                     <div class="line">Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd and tried,</div>
                     <div class="line">Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn;</div>
                     <div class="line">You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:</div>
                     <div class="line">The grappling vigour and rough frown of war</div>
                     <div class="line">Is cold in amity and painted peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">And our oppression hath made up this league.</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!</div>
                     <div class="line">A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens!</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not the hours of this ungodly day</div>
                     <div class="line">Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,</div>
                     <div class="line">Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear me, O, hear me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady Constance, peace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame</div>
                     <div class="line">That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou little valiant, great in villany!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight</div>
                     <div class="line">But when her humorous ladyship is by</div>
                     <div class="line">To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too,</div>
                     <div class="line">And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou,</div>
                     <div class="line">A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,</div>
                     <div class="line">Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength,</div>
                     <div class="line">And dost thou now fall over to my fores?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that a man should speak those words to me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the holy legate of the pope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!</div>
                     <div class="line">To thee, King John, my holy errand is.</div>
                     <div class="line">I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from Pope Innocent the legate here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do in his name religiously demand</div>
                     <div class="line">Why thou against the church, our holy mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Canterbury, from that holy see?</div>
                     <div class="line">This, in our foresaid holy father's name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">What earthy name to interrogatories</div>
                     <div class="line">Can task the free breath of a sacred king?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name</div>
                     <div class="line">So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,</div>
                     <div class="line">To charge me to an answer, as the pope.</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England</div>
                     <div class="line">Add thus much more, that no Italian priest</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;</div>
                     <div class="line">But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,</div>
                     <div class="line">So under Him that great supremacy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Without the assistance of a mortal hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">So tell the pope, all reverence set apart</div>
                     <div class="line">To him and his usurp'd authority.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Though you and all the kings of Christendom</div>
                     <div class="line">Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dreading the curse that money may buy out;</div>
                     <div class="line">And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,</div>
                     <div class="line">Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though you and all the rest so grossly led</div>
                     <div class="line">This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet I alone, alone do me oppose</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the pope and count his friends my foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, by the lawful power that I have,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate.</div>
                     <div class="line">And blessed shall he be that doth revolt</div>
                     <div class="line">From his allegiance to an heretic;</div>
                     <div class="line">And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Canonized and worshipped as a saint,</div>
                     <div class="line">That takes away by any secret course</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy hateful life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, lawful let it be</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have room with Rome to curse awhile!</div>
                     <div class="line">Good father cardinal, cry thou amen</div>
                     <div class="line">To my keen curses; for without my wrong</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">And for mine too: when law can do no right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:</div>
                     <div class="line">Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,</div>
                     <div class="line">For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,</div>
                     <div class="line">How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip of France, on peril of a curse,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;</div>
                     <div class="line">And raise the power of France upon his head,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless he do submit himself to Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Look to that, devil; lest that France repent,</div>
                     <div class="line">And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">King Philip, listen to the cardinal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Your breeches best may carry them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">What should he say, but as the cardinal?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Bethink you, father; for the difference</div>
                     <div class="line">Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or the light loss of England for a friend:</div>
                     <div class="line">Forego the easier.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">That's the curse of Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here</div>
                     <div class="line">In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">But from her need.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if thou grant my need,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which only lives but by the death of faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">That need must needs infer this principle,</div>
                     <div class="line">That faith would live again by death of need.</div>
                     <div class="line">O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">The king is moved, and answers not to this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, be removed from him, and answer well!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Good reverend father, make my person yours,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tell me how you would bestow yourself.</div>
                     <div class="line">This royal hand and mine are newly knit,</div>
                     <div class="line">And the conjunction of our inward souls</div>
                     <div class="line">Married in league, coupled and linked together</div>
                     <div class="line">With all religious strength of sacred vows;</div>
                     <div class="line">The latest breath that gave the sound of words</div>
                     <div class="line">Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love</div>
                     <div class="line">Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,</div>
                     <div class="line">And even before this truce, but new before,</div>
                     <div class="line">No longer than we well could wash our hands</div>
                     <div class="line">To clap this royal bargain up of peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint</div>
                     <div class="line">The fearful difference of incensed kings:</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?</div>
                     <div class="line">Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">Make such unconstant children of ourselves,</div>
                     <div class="line">As now again to snatch our palm from palm,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed</div>
                     <div class="line">Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a riot on the gentle brow</div>
                     <div class="line">Of true sincerity? O, holy sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">My reverend father, let it not be so!</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose</div>
                     <div class="line">Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest</div>
                     <div class="line">To do your pleasure and continue friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">All form is formless, order orderless,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save what is opposite to England's love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore to arms! be champion of our church,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,</div>
                     <div class="line">A mother's curse, on her revolting son.</div>
                     <div class="line">France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">A chafed lion by the mortal paw,</div>
                     <div class="line">A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">So makest thou faith an enemy to faith;</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a civil war set'st oath to oath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow</div>
                     <div class="line">First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">That is, to be the champion of our church!</div>
                     <div class="line">What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself</div>
                     <div class="line">And may not be performed by thyself,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not amiss when it is truly done,</div>
                     <div class="line">And being not done, where doing tends to ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">The truth is then most done not doing it:</div>
                     <div class="line">The better act of purposes mistook</div>
                     <div class="line">Is to mistake again; though indirect,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet indirection thereby grows direct,</div>
                     <div class="line">And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">It is religion that doth make vows kept;</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou hast sworn against religion,</div>
                     <div class="line">By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">And makest an oath the surety for thy truth</div>
                     <div class="line">Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure</div>
                     <div class="line">To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;</div>
                     <div class="line">Else what a mockery should it be to swear!</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;</div>
                     <div class="line">And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore thy later vows against thy first</div>
                     <div class="line">Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;</div>
                     <div class="line">And better conquest never canst thou make</div>
                     <div class="line">Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts</div>
                     <div class="line">Against these giddy loose suggestions:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon which better part our prayers come in,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know</div>
                     <div class="line">The peril of our curses light on thee</div>
                     <div class="line">So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,</div>
                     <div class="line">But in despair die under their black weight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Rebellion, flat rebellion!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Will't not be?</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not a calfs-skin stop that mouth of thine?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, to arms!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon thy wedding-day?</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the blood that thou hast married?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,</div>
                     <div class="line">Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?</div>
                     <div class="line">O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new</div>
                     <div class="line">Is husband in my mouth! even for that name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Against mine uncle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, upon my knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom</div>
                     <div class="line">Forethought by heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">Now shall I see thy love: what motive may</div>
                     <div class="line">Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,</div>
                     <div class="line">His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,</div>
                     <div class="line">When such profound respects do pull you on.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">I will denounce a curse upon his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O fair return of banish'd majesty!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">O foul revolt of French inconstancy!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is the side that I must go withal?</div>
                     <div class="line">I am with both: each army hath a hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in their rage, I having hold of both,</div>
                     <div class="line">They swirl asunder and dismember me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;</div>
                     <div class="line">Grandam, I will not wish thy fortunes thrive:</div>
                     <div class="line">Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose</div>
                     <div class="line">Assured loss before the match be play'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                     <div class="line">There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, go draw our puissance together.</div>
                     <p>Exit BASTARD</p>
                     <div class="line">France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;</div>
                     <div class="line">A rage whose heat hath this condition,</div>
                     <div class="line">That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy rage sham burn thee up, and thou shalt turn</div>
                     <div class="line">To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarums, excursions. Enter the BASTARD, with
AUSTRIA'S head</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;</div>
                     <div class="line">Some airy devil hovers in the sky</div>
                     <div class="line">And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there,</div>
                     <div class="line">While Philip breathes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:</div>
                     <div class="line">My mother is assailed in our tent,</div>
                     <div class="line">And ta'en, I fear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I rescued her;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her highness is in safety, fear you not:</div>
                     <div class="line">But on, my liege; for very little pains</div>
                     <div class="line">Will bring this labour to an happy end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  The same.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN,
QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT,
and Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To QUEEN ELINOR</span>  So shall it be; your grace shall</div>
                     <div class="line">stay behind</div>
                     <div class="line">So strongly guarded.</div>
                     <p>To ARTHUR</p>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, look not sad:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will</div>
                     <div class="line">As dear be to thee as thy father was.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">O, this will make my mother die with grief!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To the BASTARD</span>  Cousin, away for England!</div>
                     <div class="line">haste before:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags</div>
                     <div class="line">Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels</div>
                     <div class="line">Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace</div>
                     <div class="line">Must by the hungry now be fed upon:</div>
                     <div class="line">Use our commission in his utmost force.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,</div>
                     <div class="line">When gold and silver becks me to come on.</div>
                     <div class="line">I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray,</div>
                     <div class="line">If ever I remember to be holy,</div>
                     <div class="line">For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, gentle cousin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Coz, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit the BASTARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,</div>
                     <div class="line">We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh</div>
                     <div class="line">There is a soul counts thee her creditor</div>
                     <div class="line">And with advantage means to pay thy love:</div>
                     <div class="line">And my good friend, thy voluntary oath</div>
                     <div class="line">Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will fit it with some better time.</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed</div>
                     <div class="line">To say what good respect I have of thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">I am much bounden to your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet it shall come from me to do thee good.</div>
                     <div class="line">I had a thing to say, but let it go:</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,</div>
                     <div class="line">Attended with the pleasures of the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is all too wanton and too full of gawds</div>
                     <div class="line">To give me audience: if the midnight bell</div>
                     <div class="line">Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sound on into the drowsy race of night;</div>
                     <div class="line">If this same were a churchyard where we stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,</div>
                     <div class="line">Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,</div>
                     <div class="line">A passion hateful to my purposes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear me without thine ears, and make reply</div>
                     <div class="line">Without a tongue, using conceit alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">So well, that what you bid me undertake,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though that my death were adjunct to my act,</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, I would do it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Do not I know thou wouldst?</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,</div>
                     <div class="line">He is a very serpent in my way;</div>
                     <div class="line">And whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread,</div>
                     <div class="line">He lies before me: dost thou understand me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art his keeper.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll keep him so,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he shall not offend your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">A grave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall not live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Enough.</div>
                     <div class="line">I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember. Madam, fare you well:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ELINOR</div>
                     <div class="line">My blessing go with thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">For England, cousin, go:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hubert shall be your man, attend on you</div>
                     <div class="line">With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, CARDINAL PANDULPH,
and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,</div>
                     <div class="line">A whole armado of convicted sail</div>
                     <div class="line">Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">What can go well, when we have run so ill?</div>
                     <div class="line">Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?</div>
                     <div class="line">And bloody England into England gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">What he hath won, that hath he fortified:</div>
                     <div class="line">So hot a speed with such advice disposed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth want example: who hath read or heard</div>
                     <div class="line">Of any kindred action like to this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Well could I bear that England had this praise,</div>
                     <div class="line">So we could find some pattern of our shame.</div>
                     <p>Enter CONSTANCE</p>
                     <div class="line">Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;</div>
                     <div class="line">Holding the eternal spirit against her will,</div>
                     <div class="line">In the vile prison of afflicted breath.</div>
                     <div class="line">I prithee, lady, go away with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, now I now see the issue of your peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">No, I defy all counsel, all redress,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that which ends all counsel, true redress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Death, death; O amiable lovely death!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou odouriferous stench! sound rottenness!</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hate and terror to prosperity,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will kiss thy detestable bones</div>
                     <div class="line">And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows</div>
                     <div class="line">And ring these fingers with thy household worms</div>
                     <div class="line">And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust</div>
                     <div class="line">And be a carrion monster like thyself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest</div>
                     <div class="line">And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, come to me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">O fair affliction, peace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!</div>
                     <div class="line">Then with a passion would I shake the world;</div>
                     <div class="line">And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy</div>
                     <div class="line">Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which scorns a modern invocation.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art not holy to belie me so;</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not mad: I would to heaven I were!</div>
                     <div class="line">For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if I could, what grief should I forget!</div>
                     <div class="line">Preach some philosophy to make me mad,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal;</div>
                     <div class="line">For being not mad but sensible of grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">My reasonable part produces reason</div>
                     <div class="line">How I may be deliver'd of these woes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And teaches me to kill or hang myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">If I were mad, I should forget my son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or madly think a babe of clouts were he:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not mad; too well, too well I feel</div>
                     <div class="line">The different plague of each calamity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note</div>
                     <div class="line">In the fair multitude of those her hairs!</div>
                     <div class="line">Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends</div>
                     <div class="line">Do glue themselves in sociable grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sticking together in calamity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">To England, if you will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">Bind up your hairs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?</div>
                     <div class="line">I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud</div>
                     <div class="line">'O that these hands could so redeem my son,</div>
                     <div class="line">As they have given these hairs their liberty!'</div>
                     <div class="line">But now I envy at their liberty,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will again commit them to their bonds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because my poor child is a prisoner.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, father cardinal, I have heard you say</div>
                     <div class="line">That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:</div>
                     <div class="line">If that be true, I shall see my boy again;</div>
                     <div class="line">For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,</div>
                     <div class="line">To him that did but yesterday suspire,</div>
                     <div class="line">There was not such a gracious creature born.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud</div>
                     <div class="line">And chase the native beauty from his cheek</div>
                     <div class="line">And he will look as hollow as a ghost,</div>
                     <div class="line">As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so he'll die; and, rising so again,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I shall meet him in the court of heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall not know him: therefore never, never</div>
                     <div class="line">Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">You hold too heinous a respect of grief.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">He talks to me that never had a son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">You are as fond of grief as of your child.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Grief fills the room up of my absent child,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Remembers me of all his gracious parts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?</div>
                     <div class="line">Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,</div>
                     <div class="line">I could give better comfort than you do.</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not keep this form upon my head,</div>
                     <div class="line">When there is such disorder in my wit.</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!</div>
                     <div class="line">My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!</div>
                     <div class="line">My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">There's nothing in this world can make me joy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale</div>
                     <div class="line">Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;</div>
                     <div class="line">And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste</div>
                     <div class="line">That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the curing of a strong disease,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in the instant of repair and health,</div>
                     <div class="line">The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,</div>
                     <div class="line">On their departure most of all show evil:</div>
                     <div class="line">What have you lost by losing of this day?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">All days of glory, joy and happiness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">If you had won it, certainly you had.</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no; when Fortune means to men most good,</div>
                     <div class="line">She looks upon them with a threatening eye.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost</div>
                     <div class="line">In this which he accounts so clearly won:</div>
                     <div class="line">Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">As heartily as he is glad he hath him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;</div>
                     <div class="line">For even the breath of what I mean to speak</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of the path which shall directly lead</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark.</div>
                     <div class="line">John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be</div>
                     <div class="line">That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,</div>
                     <div class="line">The misplaced John should entertain an hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.</div>
                     <div class="line">A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he that stands upon a slippery place</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:</div>
                     <div class="line">That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall;</div>
                     <div class="line">So be it, for it cannot be but so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,</div>
                     <div class="line">May then make all the claim that Arthur did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">How green you are and fresh in this old world!</div>
                     <div class="line">John lays you plots; the times conspire with you;</div>
                     <div class="line">For he that steeps his safety in true blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.</div>
                     <div class="line">This act so evilly born shall cool the hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all his people and freeze up their zeal,</div>
                     <div class="line">That none so small advantage shall step forth</div>
                     <div class="line">To cheque his reign, but they will cherish it;</div>
                     <div class="line">No natural exhalation in the sky,</div>
                     <div class="line">No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,</div>
                     <div class="line">No common wind, no customed event,</div>
                     <div class="line">But they will pluck away his natural cause</div>
                     <div class="line">And call them meteors, prodigies and signs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">May be he will not touch young Arthur's life,</div>
                     <div class="line">But hold himself safe in his prisonment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,</div>
                     <div class="line">If that young Arthur be not gone already,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all his people shall revolt from him</div>
                     <div class="line">And kiss the lips of unacquainted change</div>
                     <div class="line">And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks I see this hurly all on foot:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, O, what better matter breeds for you</div>
                     <div class="line">Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge</div>
                     <div class="line">Is now in England, ransacking the church,</div>
                     <div class="line">Offending charity: if but a dozen French</div>
                     <div class="line">Were there in arms, they would be as a call</div>
                     <div class="line">To train ten thousand English to their side,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or as a little snow, tumbled about,</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,</div>
                     <div class="line">Go with me to the king: 'tis wonderful</div>
                     <div class="line">What may be wrought out of their discontent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now that their souls are topful of offence.</div>
                     <div class="line">For England go: I will whet on the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you say ay, the king will not say no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Before the castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HUBERT and Executioners</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the arras: when I strike my foot</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bind the boy which you shall find with me</div>
                     <div class="line">Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Executioner</div>
                     <div class="line">I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt Executioners</p>
                     <div class="line">Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ARTHUR</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, Hubert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, little prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">As little prince, having so great a title</div>
                     <div class="line">To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed, I have been merrier.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Mercy on me!</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks no body should be sad but I:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet, I remember, when I was in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Only for wantonness. By my christendom,</div>
                     <div class="line">So I were out of prison and kept sheep,</div>
                     <div class="line">I should be as merry as the day is long;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I would be here, but that I doubt</div>
                     <div class="line">My uncle practises more harm to me:</div>
                     <div class="line">He is afraid of me and I of him:</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?</div>
                     <div class="line">No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  If I talk to him, with his innocent prate</div>
                     <div class="line">He will awake my mercy which lies dead:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:</div>
                     <div class="line">In sooth, I would you were a little sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I might sit all night and watch with you:</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant I love you more than you do me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  His words do take possession of my bosom.</div>
                     <div class="line">Read here, young Arthur.</div>
                     <p>Showing a paper</p>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">How now, foolish rheum!</div>
                     <div class="line">Turning dispiteous torture out of door!</div>
                     <div class="line">I must be brief, lest resolution drop</div>
                     <div class="line">Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:</div>
                     <div class="line">Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Young boy, I must.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">And will you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,</div>
                     <div class="line">I knit my handercher about your brows,</div>
                     <div class="line">The best I had, a princess wrought it me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I did never ask it you again;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with my hand at midnight held your head,</div>
                     <div class="line">And like the watchful minutes to the hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'</div>
                     <div class="line">Or 'What good love may I perform for you?'</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a poor man's son would have lien still</div>
                     <div class="line">And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;</div>
                     <div class="line">But you at your sick service had a prince.</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, you may think my love was crafty love</div>
                     <div class="line">And call it cunning: do, an if you will:</div>
                     <div class="line">If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?</div>
                     <div class="line">These eyes that never did nor never shall</div>
                     <div class="line">So much as frown on you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">I have sworn to do it;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with hot irons must I burn them out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!</div>
                     <div class="line">The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears</div>
                     <div class="line">And quench his fiery indignation</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in the matter of mine innocence;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, after that, consume away in rust</div>
                     <div class="line">But for containing fire to harm mine eye.</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?</div>
                     <div class="line">An if an angel should have come to me</div>
                     <div class="line">And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not have believed him,--no tongue but Hubert's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Come forth.</div>
                     <p>Stamps</p>
                     <p>Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c</p>
                     <div class="line">Do as I bid you do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out</div>
                     <div class="line">Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.</div>
                     <div class="line">For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor look upon the iron angerly:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whatever torment you do put me to.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, stand within; let me alone with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Executioner</div>
                     <div class="line">I am best pleased to be from such a deed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Executioners</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, I then have chid away my friend!</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him come back, that his compassion may</div>
                     <div class="line">Give life to yours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, boy, prepare yourself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Is there no remedy?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">None, but to lose your eyes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,</div>
                     <div class="line">A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,</div>
                     <div class="line">Any annoyance in that precious sense!</div>
                     <div class="line">Then feeling what small things are boisterous there,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues</div>
                     <div class="line">Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">So I may keep mine eyes: O, spare mine eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Though to no use but still to look on you!</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold</div>
                     <div class="line">And would not harm me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">I can heat it, boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being create for comfort, to be used</div>
                     <div class="line">In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no malice in this burning coal;</div>
                     <div class="line">The breath of heaven has blown his spirit out</div>
                     <div class="line">And strew'd repentent ashes on his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">But with my breath I can revive it, boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">An if you do, you will but make it blush</div>
                     <div class="line">And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes;</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a dog that is compell'd to fight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.</div>
                     <div class="line">All things that you should use to do me wrong</div>
                     <div class="line">Deny their office: only you do lack</div>
                     <div class="line">That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">With this same very iron to burn them out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">O, now you look like Hubert! all this while</div>
                     <div class="line">You were disguised.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace; no more. Adieu.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your uncle must not know but you are dead;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,</div>
                     <div class="line">That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not offend thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Silence; no more: go closely in with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Much danger do I undergo for thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  KING JOHN'S palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased,</div>
                     <div class="line">Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off,</div>
                     <div class="line">The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;</div>
                     <div class="line">Fresh expectation troubled not the land</div>
                     <div class="line">With any long'd-for change or better state.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,</div>
                     <div class="line">To guard a title that was rich before,</div>
                     <div class="line">To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,</div>
                     <div class="line">To throw a perfume on the violet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To smooth the ice, or add another hue</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light</div>
                     <div class="line">To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">But that your royal pleasure must be done,</div>
                     <div class="line">This act is as an ancient tale new told,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the last repeating troublesome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being urged at a time unseasonable.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">In this the antique and well noted face</div>
                     <div class="line">Of plain old form is much disfigured;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,</div>
                     <div class="line">It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,</div>
                     <div class="line">Startles and frights consideration,</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected,</div>
                     <div class="line">For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">When workmen strive to do better than well,</div>
                     <div class="line">They do confound their skill in covetousness;</div>
                     <div class="line">And oftentimes excusing of a fault</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,</div>
                     <div class="line">As patches set upon a little breach</div>
                     <div class="line">Discredit more in hiding of the fault</div>
                     <div class="line">Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">To this effect, before you were new crown'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness</div>
                     <div class="line">To overbear it, and we are all well pleased,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since all and every part of what we would</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth make a stand at what your highness will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Some reasons of this double coronation</div>
                     <div class="line">I have possess'd you with and think them strong;</div>
                     <div class="line">And more, more strong, then lesser is my fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall indue you with: meantime but ask</div>
                     <div class="line">What you would have reform'd that is not well,</div>
                     <div class="line">And well shall you perceive how willingly</div>
                     <div class="line">I will both hear and grant you your requests.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,</div>
                     <div class="line">To sound the purpose of all their hearts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Both for myself and them, but, chief of all,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your safety, for the which myself and them</div>
                     <div class="line">Bend their best studies, heartily request</div>
                     <div class="line">The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent</div>
                     <div class="line">To break into this dangerous argument,--</div>
                     <div class="line">If what in rest you have in right you hold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why then your fears, which, as they say, attend</div>
                     <div class="line">The steps of wrong, should move you to mew up</div>
                     <div class="line">Your tender kinsman and to choke his days</div>
                     <div class="line">With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth</div>
                     <div class="line">The rich advantage of good exercise?</div>
                     <div class="line">That the time's enemies may not have this</div>
                     <div class="line">To grace occasions, let it be our suit</div>
                     <div class="line">That you have bid us ask his liberty;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which for our goods we do no further ask</div>
                     <div class="line">Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,</div>
                     <div class="line">Counts it your weal he have his liberty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HUBERT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be so: I do commit his youth</div>
                     <div class="line">To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Taking him apart</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the man should do the bloody deed;</div>
                     <div class="line">He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">The image of a wicked heinous fault</div>
                     <div class="line">Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his</div>
                     <div class="line">Does show the mood of a much troubled breast;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,</div>
                     <div class="line">What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">The colour of the king doth come and go</div>
                     <div class="line">Between his purpose and his conscience,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:</div>
                     <div class="line">His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence</div>
                     <div class="line">The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">We cannot hold mortality's strong hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">Good lords, although my will to give is living,</div>
                     <div class="line">The suit which you demand is gone and dead:</div>
                     <div class="line">He tells us Arthur is deceased to-night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed we heard how near his death he was</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the child himself felt he was sick:</div>
                     <div class="line">This must be answer'd either here or hence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Think you I bear the shears of destiny?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I commandment on the pulse of life?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame</div>
                     <div class="line">That greatness should so grossly offer it:</div>
                     <div class="line">So thrive it in your game! and so, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">And find the inheritance of this poor child,</div>
                     <div class="line">His little kingdom of a forced grave.</div>
                     <div class="line">That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the while!</div>
                     <div class="line">This must not be thus borne: this will break out</div>
                     <div class="line">To all our sorrows, and ere long I doubt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">They burn in indignation. I repent:</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no sure foundation set on blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">No certain life achieved by others' death.</div>
                     <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
                     <div class="line">A fearful eye thou hast: where is that blood</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?</div>
                     <div class="line">So foul a sky clears not without a storm:</div>
                     <div class="line">Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">From France to England. Never such a power</div>
                     <div class="line">For any foreign preparation</div>
                     <div class="line">Was levied in the body of a land.</div>
                     <div class="line">The copy of your speed is learn'd by them;</div>
                     <div class="line">For when you should be told they do prepare,</div>
                     <div class="line">The tidings come that they are all arrived.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?</div>
                     <div class="line">Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care,</div>
                     <div class="line">That such an army could be drawn in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she not hear of it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">My liege, her ear</div>
                     <div class="line">Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April died</div>
                     <div class="line">Your noble mother: and, as I hear, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Lady Constance in a frenzy died</div>
                     <div class="line">Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">I idly heard; if true or false I know not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, make a league with me, till I have pleased</div>
                     <div class="line">My discontented peers! What! mother dead!</div>
                     <div class="line">How wildly then walks my estate in France!</div>
                     <div class="line">Under whose conduct came those powers of France</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou for truth givest out are landed here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Under the Dauphin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast made me giddy</div>
                     <div class="line">With these ill tidings.</div>
                     <p>Enter the BASTARD and PETER of Pomfret</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, what says the world</div>
                     <div class="line">To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff</div>
                     <div class="line">My head with more ill news, for it is full.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">But if you be afeard to hear the worst,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let the worst unheard fall on your bead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear with me cousin, for I was amazed</div>
                     <div class="line">Under the tide: but now I breathe again</div>
                     <div class="line">Aloft the flood, and can give audience</div>
                     <div class="line">To any tongue, speak it of what it will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">How I have sped among the clergymen,</div>
                     <div class="line">The sums I have collected shall express.</div>
                     <div class="line">But as I travell'd hither through the land,</div>
                     <div class="line">I find the people strangely fantasied;</div>
                     <div class="line">Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear:</div>
                     <div class="line">And here a prophet, that I brought with me</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found</div>
                     <div class="line">With many hundreds treading on his heels;</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your highness should deliver up your crown.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Hubert, away with him; imprison him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And on that day at noon whereon he says</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Deliver him to safety; and return,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I must use thee.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt HUBERT with PETER</p>
                     <div class="line">O my gentle cousin,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arrived?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it:</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">And others more, going to seek the grave</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Arthur, who they say is kill'd to-night</div>
                     <div class="line">On your suggestion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentle kinsman, go,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thrust thyself into their companies:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a way to win their loves again;</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring them before me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">I will seek them out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let me have no subject enemies,</div>
                     <div class="line">When adverse foreigners affright my towns</div>
                     <div class="line">With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!</div>
                     <div class="line">Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fly like thought from them to me again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go after him; for he perhaps shall need</div>
                     <div class="line">Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;</div>
                     <div class="line">And be thou he.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">With all my heart, my liege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">My mother dead!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter HUBERT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;</div>
                     <div class="line">Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about</div>
                     <div class="line">The other four in wondrous motion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Five moons!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Old men and beldams in the streets</div>
                     <div class="line">Do prophesy upon it dangerously:</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths:</div>
                     <div class="line">And when they talk of him, they shake their heads</div>
                     <div class="line">And whisper one another in the ear;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst he that hears makes fearful action,</div>
                     <div class="line">With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,</div>
                     <div class="line">The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,</div>
                     <div class="line">With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste</div>
                     <div class="line">Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Told of a many thousand warlike French</div>
                     <div class="line">That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent:</div>
                     <div class="line">Another lean unwash'd artificer</div>
                     <div class="line">Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause</div>
                     <div class="line">To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the curse of kings to be attended</div>
                     <div class="line">By slaves that take their humours for a warrant</div>
                     <div class="line">To break within the bloody house of life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And on the winking of authority</div>
                     <div class="line">To understand a law, to know the meaning</div>
                     <div class="line">Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns</div>
                     <div class="line">More upon humour than advised respect.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is your hand and seal for what I did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth</div>
                     <div class="line">Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness against us to damnation!</div>
                     <div class="line">How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds</div>
                     <div class="line">Make deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by,</div>
                     <div class="line">A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Quoted and sign'd to do a deed of shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">This murder had not come into my mind:</div>
                     <div class="line">But taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,</div>
                     <div class="line">Finding thee fit for bloody villany,</div>
                     <div class="line">Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,</div>
                     <div class="line">I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou, to be endeared to a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause</div>
                     <div class="line">When I spake darkly what I purposed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,</div>
                     <div class="line">As bid me tell my tale in express words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,</div>
                     <div class="line">And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me:</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou didst understand me by my signs</div>
                     <div class="line">And didst in signs again parley with sin;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,</div>
                     <div class="line">And consequently thy rude hand to act</div>
                     <div class="line">The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of my sight, and never see me more!</div>
                     <div class="line">My nobles leave me; and my state is braved,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,</div>
                     <div class="line">This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hostility and civil tumult reigns</div>
                     <div class="line">Between my conscience and my cousin's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm you against your other enemies,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make a peace between your soul and you.</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Arthur is alive: this hand of mine</div>
                     <div class="line">Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">Within this bosom never enter'd yet</div>
                     <div class="line">The dreadful motion of a murderous thought;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you have slander'd nature in my form,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is yet the cover of a fairer mind</div>
                     <div class="line">Than to be butcher of an innocent child.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Throw this report on their incensed rage,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make them tame to their obedience!</div>
                     <div class="line">Forgive the comment that my passion made</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,</div>
                     <div class="line">And foul imaginary eyes of blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Presented thee more hideous than thou art.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, answer not, but to my closet bring</div>
                     <div class="line">The angry lords with all expedient haste.</div>
                     <div class="line">I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Before the castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ARTHUR, on the walls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                     <div class="line">The wall is high, and yet will I leap down:</div>
                     <div class="line">Good ground, be pitiful and hurt me not!</div>
                     <div class="line">There's few or none do know me: if they did,</div>
                     <div class="line">This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me quite.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it.</div>
                     <div class="line">If I get down, and do not break my limbs,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:</div>
                     <div class="line">As good to die and go, as die and stay.</div>
                     <p>Leaps down</p>
                     <div class="line">O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones:</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <p>Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and BIGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is our safety, and we must embrace</div>
                     <div class="line">This gentle offer of the perilous time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who brought that letter from the cardinal?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">The Count Melun, a noble lord of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love</div>
                     <div class="line">Is much more general than these lines import.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow morning let us meet him then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Or rather then set forward; for 'twill be</div>
                     <div class="line">Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords!</div>
                     <div class="line">The king by me requests your presence straight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">The king hath dispossess'd himself of us:</div>
                     <div class="line">We will not line his thin bestained cloak</div>
                     <div class="line">With our pure honours, nor attend the foot</div>
                     <div class="line">That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.</div>
                     <div class="line">Return and tell him so: we know the worst.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">But there is little reason in your grief;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true, to hurt his master, no man else.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the prison. What is he lies here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Seeing ARTHUR</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!</div>
                     <div class="line">The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Murder, as hating what himself hath done,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Found it too precious-princely for a grave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Richard, what think you? have you beheld,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or have you read or heard? or could you think?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or do you almost think, although you see,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you do see? could thought, without this object,</div>
                     <div class="line">Form such another? This is the very top,</div>
                     <div class="line">The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage</div>
                     <div class="line">Presented to the tears of soft remorse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">All murders past do stand excused in this:</div>
                     <div class="line">And this, so sole and so unmatchable,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall give a holiness, a purity,</div>
                     <div class="line">To the yet unbegotten sin of times;</div>
                     <div class="line">And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Exampled by this heinous spectacle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a damned and a bloody work;</div>
                     <div class="line">The graceless action of a heavy hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">If that it be the work of any hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">If that it be the work of any hand!</div>
                     <div class="line">We had a kind of light what would ensue:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">The practise and the purpose of the king:</div>
                     <div class="line">From whose obedience I forbid my soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And breathing to his breathless excellence</div>
                     <div class="line">The incense of a vow, a holy vow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Never to taste the pleasures of the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Never to be infected with delight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor conversant with ease and idleness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till I have set a glory to this hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">By giving it the worship of revenge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Our souls religiously confirm thy words.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HUBERT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">O, he is old and blushes not at death.</div>
                     <div class="line">Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">I am no villain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Must I rob the law?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Drawing his sword</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours:</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget</div>
                     <div class="line">Your worth, your greatness and nobility.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, dunghill! darest thou brave a nobleman?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Not for my life: but yet I dare defend</div>
                     <div class="line">My innocent life against an emperor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a murderer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Do not prove me so;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Cut him to pieces.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep the peace, I say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you shall think the devil is come from hell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?</div>
                     <div class="line">Second a villain and a murderer?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Bigot, I am none.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Who kill'd this prince?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not an hour since I left him well:</div>
                     <div class="line">I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep</div>
                     <div class="line">My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">For villany is not without such rheum;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he, long traded in it, makes it seem</div>
                     <div class="line">Like rivers of remorse and innocency.</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with me, all you whose souls abhor</div>
                     <div class="line">The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am stifled with this smell of sin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BIGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">There tell the king he may inquire us out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work?</div>
                     <div class="line">Beyond the infinite and boundless reach</div>
                     <div class="line">Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou damn'd, Hubert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Do but hear me, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha! I'll tell thee what;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou'rt damn'd as black--nay, nothing is so black;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer:</div>
                     <div class="line">There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell</div>
                     <div class="line">As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my soul--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou didst but consent</div>
                     <div class="line">To this most cruel act, do but despair;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever spider twisted from her womb</div>
                     <div class="line">Will serve to strangle thee, a rush will be a beam</div>
                     <div class="line">To hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Put but a little water in a spoon,</div>
                     <div class="line">And it shall be as all the ocean,</div>
                     <div class="line">Enough to stifle such a villain up.</div>
                     <div class="line">I do suspect thee very grievously.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let hell want pains enough to torture me.</div>
                     <div class="line">I left him well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, bear him in thine arms.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the thorns and dangers of this world.</div>
                     <div class="line">How easy dost thou take all England up!</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth this morsel of dead royalty,</div>
                     <div class="line">The life, the right and truth of all this realm</div>
                     <div class="line">Is fled to heaven; and England now is left</div>
                     <div class="line">To tug and scamble and to part by the teeth</div>
                     <div class="line">The unowed interest of proud-swelling state.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest</div>
                     <div class="line">And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now powers from home and discontents at home</div>
                     <div class="line">Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits,</div>
                     <div class="line">As doth a raven on a sick-fall'n beast,</div>
                     <div class="line">The imminent decay of wrested pomp.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child</div>
                     <div class="line">And follow me with speed: I'll to the king:</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand businesses are brief in hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  The field of battle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the field.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  The French camp.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.8">7. SCENE VII.  The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING JOHN, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus have I yielded up into your hand</div>
                     <div class="line">The circle of my glory.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Giving the crown</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Take again</div>
                     <div class="line">From this my hand, as holding of the pope</div>
                     <div class="line">Your sovereign greatness and authority.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Now keep your holy word: go meet the French,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from his holiness use all your power</div>
                     <div class="line">To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Our discontented counties do revolt;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our people quarrel with obedience,</div>
                     <div class="line">Swearing allegiance and the love of soul</div>
                     <div class="line">To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.</div>
                     <div class="line">This inundation of mistemper'd humour</div>
                     <div class="line">Rests by you only to be qualified:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">That present medicine must be minister'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or overthrow incurable ensues.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">It was my breath that blew this tempest up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon your stubborn usage of the pope;</div>
                     <div class="line">But since you are a gentle convertite,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tongue shall hush again this storm of war</div>
                     <div class="line">And make fair weather in your blustering land.</div>
                     <div class="line">On this Ascension-day, remember well,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon your oath of service to the pope,</div>
                     <div class="line">Go I to make the French lay down their arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet</div>
                     <div class="line">Say that before Ascension-day at noon</div>
                     <div class="line">My crown I should give off? Even so I have:</div>
                     <div class="line">I did suppose it should be on constraint:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out</div>
                     <div class="line">But Dover castle: London hath received,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone</div>
                     <div class="line">To offer service to your enemy,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wild amazement hurries up and down</div>
                     <div class="line">The little number of your doubtful friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Would not my lords return to me again,</div>
                     <div class="line">After they heard young Arthur was alive?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">They found him dead and cast into the streets,</div>
                     <div class="line">An empty casket, where the jewel of life</div>
                     <div class="line">By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">That villain Hubert told me he did live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.</div>
                     <div class="line">But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?</div>
                     <div class="line">Be great in act, as you have been in thought;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not the world see fear and sad distrust</div>
                     <div class="line">Govern the motion of a kingly eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;</div>
                     <div class="line">Threaten the threatener and outface the brow</div>
                     <div class="line">Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">That borrow their behaviors from the great,</div>
                     <div class="line">Grow great by your example and put on</div>
                     <div class="line">The dauntless spirit of resolution.</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, and glister like the god of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">When he intendeth to become the field:</div>
                     <div class="line">Show boldness and aspiring confidence.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, shall they seek the lion in his den,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fright him there? and make him tremble there?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let it not be said: forage, and run</div>
                     <div class="line">To meet displeasure farther from the doors,</div>
                     <div class="line">And grapple with him ere he comes so nigh.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">The legate of the pope hath been with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I have made a happy peace with him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he hath promised to dismiss the powers</div>
                     <div class="line">Led by the Dauphin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">O inglorious league!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we, upon the footing of our land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Send fair-play orders and make compromise,</div>
                     <div class="line">Insinuation, parley and base truce</div>
                     <div class="line">To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,</div>
                     <div class="line">And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mocking the air with colours idly spread,</div>
                     <div class="line">And find no cheque? Let us, my liege, to arms:</div>
                     <div class="line">Perchance the cardinal cannot make your peace;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if he do, let it at least be said</div>
                     <div class="line">They saw we had a purpose of defence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Have thou the ordering of this present time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, then, with good courage! yet, I know,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our party may well meet a prouder foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE,
BIGOT, and Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Melun, let this be copied out,</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep it safe for our remembrance:</div>
                     <div class="line">Return the precedent to these lords again;</div>
                     <div class="line">That, having our fair order written down,</div>
                     <div class="line">Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes,</div>
                     <div class="line">May know wherefore we took the sacrament</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon our sides it never shall be broken.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear</div>
                     <div class="line">A voluntary zeal and an unurged faith</div>
                     <div class="line">To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not glad that such a sore of time</div>
                     <div class="line">Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,</div>
                     <div class="line">And heal the inveterate canker of one wound</div>
                     <div class="line">By making many. O, it grieves my soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I must draw this metal from my side</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a widow-maker! O, and there</div>
                     <div class="line">Where honourable rescue and defence</div>
                     <div class="line">Cries out upon the name of Salisbury!</div>
                     <div class="line">But such is the infection of the time,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, for the health and physic of our right,</div>
                     <div class="line">We cannot deal but with the very hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Of stern injustice and confused wrong.</div>
                     <div class="line">And is't not pity, O my grieved friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we, the sons and children of this isle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were born to see so sad an hour as this;</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein we step after a stranger march</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up</div>
                     <div class="line">Her enemies' ranks,--I must withdraw and weep</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the spot of this enforced cause,--</div>
                     <div class="line">To grace the gentry of a land remote,</div>
                     <div class="line">And follow unacquainted colours here?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, here? O nation, that thou couldst remove!</div>
                     <div class="line">That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where these two Christian armies might combine</div>
                     <div class="line">The blood of malice in a vein of league,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not to spend it so unneighbourly!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">A noble temper dost thou show in this;</div>
                     <div class="line">And great affections wrestling in thy bosom</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth make an earthquake of nobility.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what a noble combat hast thou fought</div>
                     <div class="line">Between compulsion and a brave respect!</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me wipe off this honourable dew,</div>
                     <div class="line">That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being an ordinary inundation;</div>
                     <div class="line">But this effusion of such manly drops,</div>
                     <div class="line">This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed</div>
                     <div class="line">Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with a great heart heave away the storm:</div>
                     <div class="line">Commend these waters to those baby eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">That never saw the giant world enraged;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep</div>
                     <div class="line">Into the purse of rich prosperity</div>
                     <div class="line">As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all,</div>
                     <div class="line">That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.</div>
                     <div class="line">And even there, methinks, an angel spake:</div>
                     <p>Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH</p>
                     <div class="line">Look, where the holy legate comes apace,</div>
                     <div class="line">To give us warrant from the hand of heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">And on our actions set the name of right</div>
                     <div class="line">With holy breath.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, noble prince of France!</div>
                     <div class="line">The next is this, King John hath reconciled</div>
                     <div class="line">Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,</div>
                     <div class="line">That so stood out against the holy church,</div>
                     <div class="line">The great metropolis and see of Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore thy threatening colours now wind up;</div>
                     <div class="line">And tame the savage spirit of wild war,</div>
                     <div class="line">That like a lion foster'd up at hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">It may lie gently at the foot of peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">And be no further harmful than in show.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too high-born to be propertied,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a secondary at control,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or useful serving-man and instrument,</div>
                     <div class="line">To any sovereign state throughout the world.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars</div>
                     <div class="line">Between this chastised kingdom and myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And brought in matter that should feed this fire;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out</div>
                     <div class="line">With that same weak wind which enkindled it.</div>
                     <div class="line">You taught me how to know the face of right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Acquainted me with interest to this land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">And come ye now to tell me John hath made</div>
                     <div class="line">His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?</div>
                     <div class="line">I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back</div>
                     <div class="line">Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,</div>
                     <div class="line">What men provided, what munition sent,</div>
                     <div class="line">To underprop this action? Is't not I</div>
                     <div class="line">That undergo this charge? who else but I,</div>
                     <div class="line">And such as to my claim are liable,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweat in this business and maintain this war?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not heard these islanders shout out</div>
                     <div class="line">'Vive le roi!' as I have bank'd their towns?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not here the best cards for the game,</div>
                     <div class="line">To win this easy match play'd for a crown?</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">You look but on the outside of this work.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Outside or inside, I will not return</div>
                     <div class="line">Till my attempt so much be glorified</div>
                     <div class="line">As to my ample hope was promised</div>
                     <div class="line">Before I drew this gallant head of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">To outlook conquest and to win renown</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in the jaws of danger and of death.</div>
                     <p>Trumpet sounds</p>
                     <div class="line">What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD, attended</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">According to the fair play of the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me have audience; I am sent to speak:</div>
                     <div class="line">My holy lord of Milan, from the king</div>
                     <div class="line">I come, to learn how you have dealt for him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, as you answer, I do know the scope</div>
                     <div class="line">And warrant limited unto my tongue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will not temporize with my entreaties;</div>
                     <div class="line">He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">By all the blood that ever fury breathed,</div>
                     <div class="line">The youth says well. Now hear our English king;</div>
                     <div class="line">For thus his royalty doth speak in me.</div>
                     <div class="line">He is prepared, and reason too he should:</div>
                     <div class="line">This apish and unmannerly approach,</div>
                     <div class="line">This harness'd masque and unadvised revel,</div>
                     <div class="line">This unhair'd sauciness and boyish troops,</div>
                     <div class="line">The king doth smile at; and is well prepared</div>
                     <div class="line">To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">From out the circle of his territories.</div>
                     <div class="line">That hand which had the strength, even at your door,</div>
                     <div class="line">To cudgel you and make you take the hatch,</div>
                     <div class="line">To dive like buckets in concealed wells,</div>
                     <div class="line">To crouch in litter of your stable planks,</div>
                     <div class="line">To lie like pawns lock'd up in chests and trunks,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hug with swine, to seek sweet safety out</div>
                     <div class="line">In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at the crying of your nation's crow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in your chambers gave you chastisement?</div>
                     <div class="line">No: know the gallant monarch is in arms</div>
                     <div class="line">And like an eagle o'er his aery towers,</div>
                     <div class="line">To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.</div>
                     <div class="line">And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,</div>
                     <div class="line">You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb</div>
                     <div class="line">Of your dear mother England, blush for shame;</div>
                     <div class="line">For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids</div>
                     <div class="line">Like Amazons come tripping after drums,</div>
                     <div class="line">Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,</div>
                     <div class="line">Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">To fierce and bloody inclination.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace;</div>
                     <div class="line">We grant thou canst outscold us: fare thee well;</div>
                     <div class="line">We hold our time too precious to be spent</div>
                     <div class="line">With such a brabbler.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me leave to speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">No, I will speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">We will attend to neither.</div>
                     <div class="line">Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war</div>
                     <div class="line">Plead for our interest and our being here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed your drums, being beaten, will cry out;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so shall you, being beaten: do but start</div>
                     <div class="line">An echo with the clamour of thy drum,</div>
                     <div class="line">And even at hand a drum is ready braced</div>
                     <div class="line">That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sound but another, and another shall</div>
                     <div class="line">As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear</div>
                     <div class="line">And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not trusting to this halting legate here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom he hath used rather for sport than need</div>
                     <div class="line">Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits</div>
                     <div class="line">A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day</div>
                     <div class="line">To feast upon whole thousands of the French.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  The field of battle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">This fever, that hath troubled me so long,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Desires your majesty to leave the field</div>
                     <div class="line">And send him word by me which way you go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Be of good comfort; for the great supply</div>
                     <div class="line">That was expected by the Dauphin here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands.</div>
                     <div class="line">This news was brought to Richard but even now:</div>
                     <div class="line">The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will not let me welcome this good news.</div>
                     <div class="line">Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight;</div>
                     <div class="line">Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the field.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and BIGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">I did not think the king so stored with friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Up once again; put spirit in the French:</div>
                     <div class="line">If they miscarry, we miscarry too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,</div>
                     <div class="line">In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">They say King John sore sick hath left the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MELUN, wounded</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MELUN</div>
                     <div class="line">Lead me to the revolts of England here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">When we were happy we had other names.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the Count Melun.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Wounded to death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MELUN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;</div>
                     <div class="line">Unthread the rude eye of rebellion</div>
                     <div class="line">And welcome home again discarded faith.</div>
                     <div class="line">Seek out King John and fall before his feet;</div>
                     <div class="line">For if the French be lords of this loud day,</div>
                     <div class="line">He means to recompense the pains you take</div>
                     <div class="line">By cutting off your heads: thus hath he sworn</div>
                     <div class="line">And I with him, and many moe with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury;</div>
                     <div class="line">Even on that altar where we swore to you</div>
                     <div class="line">Dear amity and everlasting love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">May this be possible? may this be true?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MELUN</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not hideous death within my view,</div>
                     <div class="line">Retaining but a quantity of life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax</div>
                     <div class="line">Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire?</div>
                     <div class="line">What in the world should make me now deceive,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since I must lose the use of all deceit?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should I then be false, since it is true</div>
                     <div class="line">That I must die here and live hence by truth?</div>
                     <div class="line">I say again, if Lewis do win the day,</div>
                     <div class="line">He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold another day break in the east:</div>
                     <div class="line">But even this night, whose black contagious breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Already smokes about the burning crest</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the old, feeble and day-wearied sun,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire,</div>
                     <div class="line">Paying the fine of rated treachery</div>
                     <div class="line">Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Lewis by your assistance win the day.</div>
                     <div class="line">Commend me to one Hubert with your king:</div>
                     <div class="line">The love of him, and this respect besides,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that my grandsire was an Englishman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Awakes my conscience to confess all this.</div>
                     <div class="line">In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth the noise and rumour of the field,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">In peace, and part this body and my soul</div>
                     <div class="line">With contemplation and devout desires.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">We do believe thee: and beshrew my soul</div>
                     <div class="line">But I do love the favour and the form</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this most fair occasion, by the which</div>
                     <div class="line">We will untread the steps of damned flight,</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a bated and retired flood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Leaving our rankness and irregular course,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd</div>
                     <div class="line">And cabby run on in obedience</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to our ocean, to our great King John.</div>
                     <div class="line">My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I do see the cruel pangs of death</div>
                     <div class="line">Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight;</div>
                     <div class="line">And happy newness, that intends old right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt, leading off MELUN</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  The French camp.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LEWIS and his train</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun of heaven methought was loath to set,</div>
                     <div class="line">But stay'd and made the western welkin blush,</div>
                     <div class="line">When English measure backward their own ground</div>
                     <div class="line">In faint retire. O, bravely came we off,</div>
                     <div class="line">When with a volley of our needless shot,</div>
                     <div class="line">After such bloody toil, we bid good night;</div>
                     <div class="line">And wound our tattering colours clearly up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Last in the field, and almost lords of it!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my prince, the Dauphin?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Here: what news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">The Count Melun is slain; the English lords</div>
                     <div class="line">By his persuasion are again fall'n off,</div>
                     <div class="line">And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart!</div>
                     <div class="line">I did not think to be so sad to-night</div>
                     <div class="line">As this hath made me. Who was he that said</div>
                     <div class="line">King John did fly an hour or two before</div>
                     <div class="line">The stumbling night did part our weary powers?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night:</div>
                     <div class="line">The day shall not be up so soon as I,</div>
                     <div class="line">To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, severally</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">A friend. What art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the part of England.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither dost thou go?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">What's that to thee? why may not I demand</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Hubert, I think?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast a perfect thought:</div>
                     <div class="line">I will upon all hazards well believe</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well.</div>
                     <div class="line">Who art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Who thou wilt: and if thou please,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think</div>
                     <div class="line">I come one way of the Plantagenets.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night</div>
                     <div class="line">Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me,</div>
                     <div class="line">That any accent breaking from thy tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,</div>
                     <div class="line">To find you out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Brief, then; and what's the news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me the very wound of this ill news:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:</div>
                     <div class="line">I left him almost speechless; and broke out</div>
                     <div class="line">To acquaint you with this evil, that you might</div>
                     <div class="line">The better arm you to the sudden time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than if you had at leisure known of this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">How did he take it? who did taste to him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,</div>
                     <div class="line">And brought Prince Henry in their company;</div>
                     <div class="line">At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,</div>
                     <div class="line">And they are all about his majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tempt us not to bear above our power!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll tell tree, Hubert, half my power this night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Passing these flats, are taken by the tide;</div>
                     <div class="line">These Lincoln Washes have devoured them;</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.</div>
                     <div class="line">Away before: conduct me to the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.8">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>7. SCENE VII.  The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">It is too late: the life of all his blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Is touch'd corruptibly, and his pure brain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth by the idle comments that it makes</div>
                     <div class="line">Foretell the ending of mortality.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PEMBROKE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief</div>
                     <div class="line">That, being brought into the open air,</div>
                     <div class="line">It would allay the burning quality</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that fell poison which assaileth him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him be brought into the orchard here.</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth he still rage?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit BIGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PEMBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">He is more patient</div>
                     <div class="line">Than when you left him; even now he sung.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes</div>
                     <div class="line">In their continuance will not feel themselves.</div>
                     <div class="line">Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Leaves them invisible, and his siege is now</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds</div>
                     <div class="line">With many legions of strange fantasies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, in their throng and press to that last hold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Confound themselves. 'Tis strange that death</div>
                     <div class="line">should sing.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings</div>
                     <div class="line">His soul and body to their lasting rest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born</div>
                     <div class="line">To set a form upon that indigest</div>
                     <div class="line">Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Attendants, and BIGOT, carrying KING JOHN in a chair</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room;</div>
                     <div class="line">It would not out at windows nor at doors.</div>
                     <div class="line">There is so hot a summer in my bosom,</div>
                     <div class="line">That all my bowels crumble up to dust:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a parchment, and against this fire</div>
                     <div class="line">Do I shrink up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">How fares your majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Poison'd,--ill fare--dead, forsook, cast off:</div>
                     <div class="line">And none of you will bid the winter come</div>
                     <div class="line">To thrust his icy fingers in my maw,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course</div>
                     <div class="line">Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north</div>
                     <div class="line">To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips</div>
                     <div class="line">And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much,</div>
                     <div class="line">I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait</div>
                     <div class="line">And so ingrateful, you deny me that.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">O that there were some virtue in my tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">That might relieve you!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">The salt in them is hot.</div>
                     <div class="line">Within me is a hell; and there the poison</div>
                     <div class="line">Is as a fiend confined to tyrannize</div>
                     <div class="line">On unreprievable condemned blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I am scalded with my violent motion,</div>
                     <div class="line">And spleen of speed to see your majesty!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail</div>
                     <div class="line">Are turned to one thread, one little hair:</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which holds but till thy news be uttered;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then all this thou seest is but a clod</div>
                     <div class="line">And module of confounded royalty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where heaven He knows how we shall answer him;</div>
                     <div class="line">For in a night the best part of my power,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I upon advantage did remove,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were in the Washes all unwarily</div>
                     <div class="line">Devoured by the unexpected flood.</div>
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               </div>
               <p>KING JOHN dies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.</div>
                     <div class="line">My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">Even so must I run on, and even so stop.</div>
                     <div class="line">What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,</div>
                     <div class="line">When this was now a king, and now is clay?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind</div>
                     <div class="line">To do the office for thee of revenge,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">As it on earth hath been thy servant still.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, now, you stars that move in your right spheres,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where be your powers? show now your mended faiths,</div>
                     <div class="line">And instantly return with me again,</div>
                     <div class="line">To push destruction and perpetual shame</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of the weak door of our fainting land.</div>
                     <div class="line">Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin rages at our very heels.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">It seems you know not, then, so much as we:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,</div>
                     <div class="line">And brings from him such offers of our peace</div>
                     <div class="line">As we with honour and respect may take,</div>
                     <div class="line">With purpose presently to leave this war.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">He will the rather do it when he sees</div>
                     <div class="line">Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, it is in a manner done already;</div>
                     <div class="line">For many carriages he hath dispatch'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel</div>
                     <div class="line">To the disposing of the cardinal:</div>
                     <div class="line">With whom yourself, myself and other lords,</div>
                     <div class="line">If you think meet, this afternoon will post</div>
                     <div class="line">To consummate this business happily.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be so: and you, my noble prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">With other princes that may best be spared,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall wait upon your father's funeral.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">At Worcester must his body be interr'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">For so he will'd it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">Thither shall it then:</div>
                     <div class="line">And happily may your sweet self put on</div>
                     <div class="line">The lineal state and glory of the land!</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom with all submission, on my knee</div>
                     <div class="line">I do bequeath my faithful services</div>
                     <div class="line">And true subjection everlastingly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">And the like tender of our love we make,</div>
                     <div class="line">To rest without a spot for evermore.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE HENRY</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a kind soul that would give you thanks</div>
                     <div class="line">And knows not how to do it but with tears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let us pay the time but needful woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.</div>
                     <div class="line">This England never did, nor never shall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,</div>
                     <div class="line">But when it first did help to wound itself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now these her princes are come home again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come the three corners of the world in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,</div>
                     <div class="line">If England to itself do rest but true.</div>
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            <h1>The Life and Death of King John</h1>
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         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Before the castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  The field of battle.</a>
                           </span>
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                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  The French camp.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.8">7. SCENE VII.  The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.</a>
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         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">KING JOHN</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PRINCE HENRY, son to the king.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, nephew to the king.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">The Earl of PEMBROKE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">The Earl of ESSEX</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">The Earl of SALISBURY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">The Lord BIGOT</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">HUBERT DE BURGH</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son to Sir Robert Faulconbridge. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PHILIP the BASTARD, his half-brother. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PETER Of Pomfret, a prophet. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PHILIP, King of France. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LEWIS, the Dauphin.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LYMOGES, Duke of AUSTRIA. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">MELUN, a French Lord.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">QUEEN ELINOR, mother to King John.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BLANCH of Spain, niece to King John. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  Partly in England, and partly in France.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  KING JOHN'S palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,
SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France</div>
                              <div class="line">In my behavior to the majesty,</div>
                              <div class="line">The borrow'd majesty, of England here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">A strange beginning: 'borrow'd majesty!'</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip of France, in right and true behalf</div>
                              <div class="line">Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim</div>
                              <div class="line">To this fair island and the territories,</div>
                              <div class="line">To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Desiring thee to lay aside the sword</div>
                              <div class="line">Which sways usurpingly these several titles,</div>
                              <div class="line">And put these same into young Arthur's hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">What follows if we disallow of this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                              <div class="line">The proud control of fierce and bloody war,</div>
                              <div class="line">To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Here have we war for war and blood for blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Controlment for controlment: so answer France.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                              <div class="line">Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,</div>
                              <div class="line">The farthest limit of my embassy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:</div>
                              <div class="line">Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;</div>
                              <div class="line">For ere thou canst report I will be there,</div>
                              <div class="line">The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:</div>
                              <div class="line">So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath</div>
                              <div class="line">And sullen presage of your own decay.</div>
                              <div class="line">An honourable conduct let him have:</div>
                              <div class="line">Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">What now, my son! have I not ever said</div>
                              <div class="line">How that ambitious Constance would not cease</div>
                              <div class="line">Till she had kindled France and all the world,</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the right and party of her son?</div>
                              <div class="line">This might have been prevented and made whole</div>
                              <div class="line">With very easy arguments of love,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which now the manage of two kingdoms must</div>
                              <div class="line">With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Our strong possession and our right for us.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Your strong possession much more than your right,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or else it must go wrong with you and me:</div>
                              <div class="line">So much my conscience whispers in your ear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Sheriff</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ESSEX</div>
                              <div class="line">My liege, here is the strangest controversy</div>
                              <div class="line">Come from country to be judged by you,</div>
                              <div class="line">That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Let them approach.</div>
                              <div class="line">Our abbeys and our priories shall pay</div>
                              <div class="line">This expedition's charge.</div>
                              <p>Enter ROBERT and the BASTARD</p>
                              <div class="line">What men are you?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Your faithful subject I, a gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son,</div>
                              <div class="line">As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,</div>
                              <div class="line">A soldier, by the honour-giving hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">What art thou?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?</div>
                              <div class="line">You came not of one mother then, it seems.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Most certain of one mother, mighty king;</div>
                              <div class="line">That is well known; and, as I think, one father:</div>
                              <div class="line">But for the certain knowledge of that truth</div>
                              <div class="line">I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother:</div>
                              <div class="line">Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother</div>
                              <div class="line">And wound her honour with this diffidence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;</div>
                              <div class="line">That is my brother's plea and none of mine;</div>
                              <div class="line">The which if he can prove, a' pops me out</div>
                              <div class="line">At least from fair five hundred pound a year:</div>
                              <div class="line">Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not why, except to get the land.</div>
                              <div class="line">But once he slander'd me with bastardy:</div>
                              <div class="line">But whether I be as true begot or no,</div>
                              <div class="line">That still I lay upon my mother's head,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that I am as well begot, my liege,--</div>
                              <div class="line">Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!--</div>
                              <div class="line">Compare our faces and be judge yourself.</div>
                              <div class="line">If old sir Robert did beget us both</div>
                              <div class="line">And were our father and this son like him,</div>
                              <div class="line">O old sir Robert, father, on my knee</div>
                              <div class="line">I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face;</div>
                              <div class="line">The accent of his tongue affecteth him.</div>
                              <div class="line">Do you not read some tokens of my son</div>
                              <div class="line">In the large composition of this man?</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine eye hath well examined his parts</div>
                              <div class="line">And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,</div>
                              <div class="line">What doth move you to claim your brother's land?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Because he hath a half-face, like my father.</div>
                              <div class="line">With half that face would he have all my land:</div>
                              <div class="line">A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious liege, when that my father lived,</div>
                              <div class="line">Your brother did employ my father much,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:</div>
                              <div class="line">Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">And once dispatch'd him in an embassy</div>
                              <div class="line">To Germany, there with the emperor</div>
                              <div class="line">To treat of high affairs touching that time.</div>
                              <div class="line">The advantage of his absence took the king</div>
                              <div class="line">And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;</div>
                              <div class="line">Where how he did prevail I shame to speak,</div>
                              <div class="line">But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores</div>
                              <div class="line">Between my father and my mother lay,</div>
                              <div class="line">As I have heard my father speak himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">When this same lusty gentleman was got.</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd</div>
                              <div class="line">His lands to me, and took it on his death</div>
                              <div class="line">That this my mother's son was none of his;</div>
                              <div class="line">And if he were, he came into the world</div>
                              <div class="line">Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,</div>
                              <div class="line">My father's land, as was my father's will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;</div>
                              <div class="line">Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,</div>
                              <div class="line">And if she did play false, the fault was hers;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands</div>
                              <div class="line">That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Had of your father claim'd this son for his?</div>
                              <div class="line">In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept</div>
                              <div class="line">This calf bred from his cow from all the world;</div>
                              <div class="line">In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's,</div>
                              <div class="line">My brother might not claim him; nor your father,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;</div>
                              <div class="line">My mother's son did get your father's heir;</div>
                              <div class="line">Your father's heir must have your father's land.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall then my father's will be of no force</div>
                              <div class="line">To dispossess that child which is not his?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than was his will to get me, as I think.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge</div>
                              <div class="line">And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord of thy presence and no land beside?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, an if my brother had my shape,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him;</div>
                              <div class="line">And if my legs were two such riding-rods,</div>
                              <div class="line">My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin</div>
                              <div class="line">That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest men should say 'Look, where three-farthings goes!'</div>
                              <div class="line">And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Would I might never stir from off this place,</div>
                              <div class="line">I would give it every foot to have this face;</div>
                              <div class="line">I would not be sir Nob in any case.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,</div>
                              <div class="line">Bequeath thy land to him and follow me?</div>
                              <div class="line">I am a soldier and now bound to France.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.</div>
                              <div class="line">Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, I would have you go before me thither.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Our country manners give our betters way.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">What is thy name?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip, my liege, so is my name begun,</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:</div>
                              <div class="line">Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,</div>
                              <div class="line">Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:</div>
                              <div class="line">My father gave me honour, yours gave land.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now blessed by the hour, by night or day,</div>
                              <div class="line">When I was got, sir Robert was away!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">The very spirit of Plantagenet!</div>
                              <div class="line">I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though?</div>
                              <div class="line">Something about, a little from the right,</div>
                              <div class="line">In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:</div>
                              <div class="line">Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,</div>
                              <div class="line">And have is have, however men do catch:</div>
                              <div class="line">Near or far off, well won is still well shot,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I am I, howe'er I was begot.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;</div>
                              <div class="line">A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed</div>
                              <div class="line">For France, for France, for it is more than need.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!</div>
                              <div class="line">For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.</div>
                              <p>Exeunt all but BASTARD</p>
                              <div class="line">A foot of honour better than I was;</div>
                              <div class="line">But many a many foot of land the worse.</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.</div>
                              <div class="line">'Good den, sir Richard!'--'God-a-mercy, fellow!'--</div>
                              <div class="line">And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;</div>
                              <div class="line">For new-made honour doth forget men's names;</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis too respective and too sociable</div>
                              <div class="line">For your conversion. Now your traveller,</div>
                              <div class="line">He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,</div>
                              <div class="line">And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Why then I suck my teeth and catechise</div>
                              <div class="line">My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,'</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,</div>
                              <div class="line">'I shall beseech you'--that is question now;</div>
                              <div class="line">And then comes answer like an Absey book:</div>
                              <div class="line">'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command;</div>
                              <div class="line">At your employment; at your service, sir;'</div>
                              <div class="line">'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:'</div>
                              <div class="line">And so, ere answer knows what question would,</div>
                              <div class="line">Saving in dialogue of compliment,</div>
                              <div class="line">And talking of the Alps and Apennines,</div>
                              <div class="line">The Pyrenean and the river Po,</div>
                              <div class="line">It draws toward supper in conclusion so.</div>
                              <div class="line">But this is worshipful society</div>
                              <div class="line">And fits the mounting spirit like myself,</div>
                              <div class="line">For he is but a bastard to the time</div>
                              <div class="line">That doth not smack of observation;</div>
                              <div class="line">And so am I, whether I smack or no;</div>
                              <div class="line">And not alone in habit and device,</div>
                              <div class="line">Exterior form, outward accoutrement,</div>
                              <div class="line">But from the inward motion to deliver</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, though I will not practise to deceive,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;</div>
                              <div class="line">For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.</div>
                              <div class="line">But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?</div>
                              <div class="line">What woman-post is this? hath she no husband</div>
                              <div class="line">That will take pains to blow a horn before her?</div>
                              <p>Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY</p>
                              <div class="line">O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady!</div>
                              <div class="line">What brings you here to court so hastily?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,</div>
                              <div class="line">That holds in chase mine honour up and down?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?</div>
                              <div class="line">Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?</div>
                              <div class="line">Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?</div>
                              <div class="line">He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GURNEY</div>
                              <div class="line">Good leave, good Philip.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip! sparrow: James,</div>
                              <div class="line">There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.</div>
                              <p>Exit GURNEY</p>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Robert might have eat his part in me</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,</div>
                              <div class="line">Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it:</div>
                              <div class="line">We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,</div>
                              <div class="line">To whom am I beholding for these limbs?</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,</div>
                              <div class="line">That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?</div>
                              <div class="line">What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.</div>
                              <div class="line">What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.</div>
                              <div class="line">But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;</div>
                              <div class="line">I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land;</div>
                              <div class="line">Legitimation, name and all is gone:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, good my mother, let me know my father;</div>
                              <div class="line">Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">As faithfully as I deny the devil.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY FAULCONBRIDGE</div>
                              <div class="line">King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father:</div>
                              <div class="line">By long and vehement suit I was seduced</div>
                              <div class="line">To make room for him in my husband's bed:</div>
                              <div class="line">Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art the issue of my dear offence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which was so strongly urged past my defence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by this light, were I to get again,</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I would not wish a better father.</div>
                              <div class="line">Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly:</div>
                              <div class="line">Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,</div>
                              <div class="line">Subjected tribute to commanding love,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against whose fury and unmatched force</div>
                              <div class="line">The aweless lion could not wage the fight,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.</div>
                              <div class="line">He that perforce robs lions of their hearts</div>
                              <div class="line">May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,</div>
                              <div class="line">With all my heart I thank thee for my father!</div>
                              <div class="line">Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well</div>
                              <div class="line">When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;</div>
                              <div class="line">And they shall say, when Richard me begot,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:</div>
                              <div class="line">Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  France. Before Angiers.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side:
on the other KING PHILIP and his power; LEWIS,
ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.</div>
                              <div class="line">Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart</div>
                              <div class="line">And fought the holy wars in Palestine,</div>
                              <div class="line">By this brave duke came early to his grave:</div>
                              <div class="line">And for amends to his posterity,</div>
                              <div class="line">At our importance hither is he come,</div>
                              <div class="line">To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,</div>
                              <div class="line">And to rebuke the usurpation</div>
                              <div class="line">Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:</div>
                              <div class="line">Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death</div>
                              <div class="line">The rather that you give his offspring life,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shadowing their right under your wings of war:</div>
                              <div class="line">I give you welcome with a powerless hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">But with a heart full of unstained love:</div>
                              <div class="line">Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,</div>
                              <div class="line">As seal to this indenture of my love,</div>
                              <div class="line">That to my home I will no more return,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,</div>
                              <div class="line">Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides</div>
                              <div class="line">And coops from other lands her islanders,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even till that England, hedged in with the main,</div>
                              <div class="line">That water-walled bulwark, still secure</div>
                              <div class="line">And confident from foreign purposes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even till that utmost corner of the west</div>
                              <div class="line">Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will I not think of home, but follow arms.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength</div>
                              <div class="line">To make a more requital to your love!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords</div>
                              <div class="line">In such a just and charitable war.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Well then, to work: our cannon shall be bent</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the brows of this resisting town.</div>
                              <div class="line">Call for our chiefest men of discipline,</div>
                              <div class="line">To cull the plots of best advantages:</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll lay before this town our royal bones,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">But we will make it subject to this boy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay for an answer to your embassy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood:</div>
                              <div class="line">My Lord Chatillon may from England bring,</div>
                              <div class="line">That right in peace which here we urge in war,</div>
                              <div class="line">And then we shall repent each drop of blood</div>
                              <div class="line">That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CHATILLON</p>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">A wonder, lady! lo, upon thy wish,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our messenger Chatillon is arrived!</div>
                              <div class="line">What England says, say briefly, gentle lord;</div>
                              <div class="line">We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHATILLON</div>
                              <div class="line">Then turn your forces from this paltry siege</div>
                              <div class="line">And stir them up against a mightier task.</div>
                              <div class="line">England, impatient of your just demands,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time</div>
                              <div class="line">To land his legions all as soon as I;</div>
                              <div class="line">His marches are expedient to this town,</div>
                              <div class="line">His forces strong, his soldiers confident.</div>
                              <div class="line">With him along is come the mother-queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;</div>
                              <div class="line">With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain;</div>
                              <div class="line">With them a bastard of the king's deceased,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all the unsettled humours of the land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,</div>
                              <div class="line">With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,</div>
                              <div class="line">To make hazard of new fortunes here:</div>
                              <div class="line">In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits</div>
                              <div class="line">Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er</div>
                              <div class="line">Did nearer float upon the swelling tide,</div>
                              <div class="line">To do offence and scath in Christendom.</div>
                              <p>Drum beats</p>
                              <div class="line">The interruption of their churlish drums</div>
                              <div class="line">Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">To parley or to fight; therefore prepare.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">How much unlook'd for is this expedition!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">By how much unexpected, by so much</div>
                              <div class="line">We must awake endavour for defence;</div>
                              <div class="line">For courage mounteth with occasion:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let them be welcome then: we are prepared.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, BLANCH, the BASTARD,
Lords, and forces</p>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace be to France, if France in peace permit</div>
                              <div class="line">Our just and lineal entrance to our own;</div>
                              <div class="line">If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct</div>
                              <div class="line">Their proud contempt that beats His peace to heaven.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace be to England, if that war return</div>
                              <div class="line">From France to England, there to live in peace.</div>
                              <div class="line">England we love; and for that England's sake</div>
                              <div class="line">With burden of our armour here we sweat.</div>
                              <div class="line">This toil of ours should be a work of thine;</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou from loving England art so far,</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king</div>
                              <div class="line">Cut off the sequence of posterity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Out-faced infant state and done a rape</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.</div>
                              <div class="line">Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;</div>
                              <div class="line">These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:</div>
                              <div class="line">This little abstract doth contain that large</div>
                              <div class="line">Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.</div>
                              <div class="line">That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,</div>
                              <div class="line">And this his son; England was Geffrey's right</div>
                              <div class="line">And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God</div>
                              <div class="line">How comes it then that thou art call'd a king,</div>
                              <div class="line">When living blood doth in these temples beat,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">From whom hast thou this great commission, France,</div>
                              <div class="line">To draw my answer from thy articles?</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">From that supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts</div>
                              <div class="line">In any breast of strong authority,</div>
                              <div class="line">To look into the blots and stains of right:</div>
                              <div class="line">That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:</div>
                              <div class="line">Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong</div>
                              <div class="line">And by whose help I mean to chastise it.</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Alack, thou dost usurp authority.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Who is it thou dost call usurper, France?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Let me make answer; thy usurping son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king,</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou mayst be a queen, and cheque the world!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">My bed was ever to thy son as true</div>
                              <div class="line">As thine was to thy husband; and this boy</div>
                              <div class="line">Liker in feature to his father Geffrey</div>
                              <div class="line">Than thou and John in manners; being as like</div>
                              <div class="line">As rain to water, or devil to his dam.</div>
                              <div class="line">My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think</div>
                              <div class="line">His father never was so true begot:</div>
                              <div class="line">It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear the crier.</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">What the devil art thou?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">One that will play the devil, sir, with you,</div>
                              <div class="line">An a' may catch your hide and you alone:</div>
                              <div class="line">You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right;</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirrah, look to't; i' faith, I will, i' faith.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">O, well did he become that lion's robe</div>
                              <div class="line">That did disrobe the lion of that robe!</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">It lies as sightly on the back of him</div>
                              <div class="line">As great Alcides' shows upon an ass:</div>
                              <div class="line">But, ass, I'll take that burthen from your back,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">What craker is this same that deafs our ears</div>
                              <div class="line">With this abundance of superfluous breath?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Lewis, determine what we shall do straight.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Women and fools, break off your conference.</div>
                              <div class="line">King John, this is the very sum of all;</div>
                              <div class="line">England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                              <div class="line">In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">My life as soon: I do defy thee, France.</div>
                              <div class="line">Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;</div>
                              <div class="line">And out of my dear love I'll give thee more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than e'er the coward hand of France can win:</div>
                              <div class="line">Submit thee, boy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Come to thy grandam, child.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Do, child, go to it grandam, child:</div>
                              <div class="line">Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will</div>
                              <div class="line">Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:</div>
                              <div class="line">There's a good grandam.</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">Good my mother, peace!</div>
                              <div class="line">I would that I were low laid in my grave:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am not worth this coil that's made for me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Now shame upon you, whether she does or no!</div>
                              <div class="line">His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,</div>
                              <div class="line">Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed</div>
                              <div class="line">To do him justice and revenge on you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!</div>
                              <div class="line">Call not me slanderer; thou and thine usurp</div>
                              <div class="line">The dominations, royalties and rights</div>
                              <div class="line">Of this oppressed boy: this is thy eld'st son's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Infortunate in nothing but in thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy sins are visited in this poor child;</div>
                              <div class="line">The canon of the law is laid on him,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being but the second generation</div>
                              <div class="line">Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Bedlam, have done.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">I have but this to say,</div>
                              <div class="line">That he is not only plagued for her sin,</div>
                              <div class="line">But God hath made her sin and her the plague</div>
                              <div class="line">On this removed issue, plague for her</div>
                              <div class="line">And with her plague; her sin his injury,</div>
                              <div class="line">Her injury the beadle to her sin,</div>
                              <div class="line">All punish'd in the person of this child,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all for her; a plague upon her!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou unadvised scold, I can produce</div>
                              <div class="line">A will that bars the title of thy son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
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                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will:</div>
                              <div class="line">A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate:</div>
                              <div class="line">It ill beseems this presence to cry aim</div>
                              <div class="line">To these ill-tuned repetitions.</div>
                              <div class="line">Some trumpet summon hither to the walls</div>
                              <div class="line">These men of Angiers: let us hear them speak</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Trumpet sounds. Enter certain Citizens upon the walls</p>
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                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis France, for England.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">England, for itself.</div>
                              <div class="line">You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">For our advantage; therefore hear us first.</div>
                              <div class="line">These flags of France, that are advanced here</div>
                              <div class="line">Before the eye and prospect of your town,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have hither march'd to your endamagement:</div>
                              <div class="line">The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,</div>
                              <div class="line">And ready mounted are they to spit forth</div>
                              <div class="line">Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls:</div>
                              <div class="line">All preparation for a bloody siege</div>
                              <div class="line">All merciless proceeding by these French</div>
                              <div class="line">Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;</div>
                              <div class="line">And but for our approach those sleeping stones,</div>
                              <div class="line">That as a waist doth girdle you about,</div>
                              <div class="line">By the compulsion of their ordinance</div>
                              <div class="line">By this time from their fixed beds of lime</div>
                              <div class="line">Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made</div>
                              <div class="line">For bloody power to rush upon your peace.</div>
                              <div class="line">But on the sight of us your lawful king,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who painfully with much expedient march</div>
                              <div class="line">Have brought a countercheque before your gates,</div>
                              <div class="line">To save unscratch'd your city's threatened cheeks,</div>
                              <div class="line">Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle;</div>
                              <div class="line">And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,</div>
                              <div class="line">To make a shaking fever in your walls,</div>
                              <div class="line">They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,</div>
                              <div class="line">To make a faithless error in your ears:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let us in, your king, whose labour'd spirits,</div>
                              <div class="line">Forwearied in this action of swift speed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Crave harbourage within your city walls.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">When I have said, make answer to us both.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, in this right hand, whose protection</div>
                              <div class="line">Is most divinely vow'd upon the right</div>
                              <div class="line">Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,</div>
                              <div class="line">Son to the elder brother of this man,</div>
                              <div class="line">And king o'er him and all that he enjoys:</div>
                              <div class="line">For this down-trodden equity, we tread</div>
                              <div class="line">In warlike march these greens before your town,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being no further enemy to you</div>
                              <div class="line">Than the constraint of hospitable zeal</div>
                              <div class="line">In the relief of this oppressed child</div>
                              <div class="line">Religiously provokes. Be pleased then</div>
                              <div class="line">To pay that duty which you truly owe</div>
                              <div class="line">To that owes it, namely this young prince:</div>
                              <div class="line">And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up;</div>
                              <div class="line">Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;</div>
                              <div class="line">And with a blessed and unvex'd retire,</div>
                              <div class="line">With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruised,</div>
                              <div class="line">We will bear home that lusty blood again</div>
                              <div class="line">Which here we came to spout against your town,</div>
                              <div class="line">And leave your children, wives and you in peace.</div>
                              <div class="line">But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis not the roundure of your old-faced walls</div>
                              <div class="line">Can hide you from our messengers of war,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though all these English and their discipline</div>
                              <div class="line">Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then tell us, shall your city call us lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">In that behalf which we have challenged it?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or shall we give the signal to our rage</div>
                              <div class="line">And stalk in blood to our possession?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">In brief, we are the king of England's subjects:</div>
                              <div class="line">For him, and in his right, we hold this town.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Acknowledge then the king, and let me in.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">That can we not; but he that proves the king,</div>
                              <div class="line">To him will we prove loyal: till that time</div>
                              <div class="line">Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth not the crown of England prove the king?</div>
                              <div class="line">And if not that, I bring you witnesses,</div>
                              <div class="line">Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Bastards, and else.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">To verify our title with their lives.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">As many and as well-born bloods as those,--</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Some bastards too.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand in his face to contradict his claim.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Till you compound whose right is worthiest,</div>
                              <div class="line">We for the worthiest hold the right from both.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Then God forgive the sin of all those souls</div>
                              <div class="line">That to their everlasting residence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,</div>
                              <div class="line">In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Amen, amen! Mount, chevaliers! to arms!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since</div>
                              <div class="line">Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,</div>
                              <div class="line">Teach us some fence!</div>
                              <p>To AUSTRIA</p>
                              <div class="line">Sirrah, were I at home,</div>
                              <div class="line">At your den, sirrah, with your lioness</div>
                              <div class="line">I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make a monster of you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace! no more.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">O tremble, for you hear the lion roar.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Up higher to the plain; where we'll set forth</div>
                              <div class="line">In best appointment all our regiments.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Speed then, to take advantage of the field.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">It shall be so; and at the other hill</div>
                              <div class="line">Command the rest to stand. God and our right!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                        <p>Here after excursions, enter the Herald of France,
with trumpets, to the gates</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">French Herald</div>
                              <div class="line">You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who by the hand of France this day hath made</div>
                              <div class="line">Much work for tears in many an English mother,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;</div>
                              <div class="line">Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,</div>
                              <div class="line">Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;</div>
                              <div class="line">And victory, with little loss, doth play</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the dancing banners of the French,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">To enter conquerors and to proclaim</div>
                              <div class="line">Arthur of Bretagne England's king and yours.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter English Herald, with trumpet</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">English Herald</div>
                              <div class="line">Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells:</div>
                              <div class="line">King John, your king and England's doth approach,</div>
                              <div class="line">Commander of this hot malicious day:</div>
                              <div class="line">Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;</div>
                              <div class="line">There stuck no plume in any English crest</div>
                              <div class="line">That is removed by a staff of France;</div>
                              <div class="line">Our colours do return in those same hands</div>
                              <div class="line">That did display them when we first march'd forth;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, like a troop of jolly huntsmen, come</div>
                              <div class="line">Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes:</div>
                              <div class="line">Open your gates and gives the victors way.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,</div>
                              <div class="line">From first to last, the onset and retire</div>
                              <div class="line">Of both your armies; whose equality</div>
                              <div class="line">By our best eyes cannot be censured:</div>
                              <div class="line">Blood hath bought blood and blows have answered blows;</div>
                              <div class="line">Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power:</div>
                              <div class="line">Both are alike; and both alike we like.</div>
                              <div class="line">One must prove greatest: while they weigh so even,</div>
                              <div class="line">We hold our town for neither, yet for both.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter KING JOHN and KING PHILIP, with their
powers, severally</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?</div>
                              <div class="line">Say, shall the current of our right run on?</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall leave his native channel and o'erswell</div>
                              <div class="line">With course disturb'd even thy confining shores,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless thou let his silver water keep</div>
                              <div class="line">A peaceful progress to the ocean.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">In this hot trial, more than we of France;</div>
                              <div class="line">Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear,</div>
                              <div class="line">That sways the earth this climate overlooks,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or add a royal number to the dead,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss</div>
                              <div class="line">With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,</div>
                              <div class="line">When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!</div>
                              <div class="line">O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;</div>
                              <div class="line">The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;</div>
                              <div class="line">And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,</div>
                              <div class="line">In undetermined differences of kings.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?</div>
                              <div class="line">Cry, 'havoc!' kings; back to the stained field,</div>
                              <div class="line">You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits!</div>
                              <div class="line">Then let confusion of one part confirm</div>
                              <div class="line">The other's peace: till then, blows, blood and death!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">The king of England; when we know the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Know him in us, that here hold up his right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">In us, that are our own great deputy</div>
                              <div class="line">And bear possession of our person here,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">A greater power then we denies all this;</div>
                              <div class="line">And till it be undoubted, we do lock</div>
                              <div class="line">Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates;</div>
                              <div class="line">King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolved,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be by some certain king purged and deposed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings,</div>
                              <div class="line">And stand securely on their battlements,</div>
                              <div class="line">As in a theatre, whence they gape and point</div>
                              <div class="line">At your industrious scenes and acts of death.</div>
                              <div class="line">Your royal presences be ruled by me:</div>
                              <div class="line">Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be friends awhile and both conjointly bend</div>
                              <div class="line">Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:</div>
                              <div class="line">By east and west let France and England mount</div>
                              <div class="line">Their battering cannon charged to the mouths,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd down</div>
                              <div class="line">The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'ld play incessantly upon these jades,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even till unfenced desolation</div>
                              <div class="line">Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.</div>
                              <div class="line">That done, dissever your united strengths,</div>
                              <div class="line">And part your mingled colours once again;</div>
                              <div class="line">Turn face to face and bloody point to point;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, in a moment, Fortune shall cull forth</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of one side her happy minion,</div>
                              <div class="line">To whom in favour she shall give the day,</div>
                              <div class="line">And kiss him with a glorious victory.</div>
                              <div class="line">How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?</div>
                              <div class="line">Smacks it not something of the policy?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,</div>
                              <div class="line">I like it well. France, shall we knit our powers</div>
                              <div class="line">And lay this Angiers even to the ground;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then after fight who shall be king of it?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">An if thou hast the mettle of a king,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being wronged as we are by this peevish town,</div>
                              <div class="line">Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,</div>
                              <div class="line">As we will ours, against these saucy walls;</div>
                              <div class="line">And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,</div>
                              <div class="line">Why then defy each other and pell-mell</div>
                              <div class="line">Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Let it be so. Say, where will you assault?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">We from the west will send destruction</div>
                              <div class="line">Into this city's bosom.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">I from the north.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Our thunder from the south</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">O prudent discipline! From north to south:</div>
                              <div class="line">Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll stir them to it. Come, away, away!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe awhile to stay,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I shall show you peace and fair-faced league;</div>
                              <div class="line">Win you this city without stroke or wound;</div>
                              <div class="line">Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,</div>
                              <div class="line">That here come sacrifices for the field:</div>
                              <div class="line">Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak on with favour; we are bent to hear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is niece to England: look upon the years</div>
                              <div class="line">Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid:</div>
                              <div class="line">If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?</div>
                              <div class="line">If zealous love should go in search of virtue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?</div>
                              <div class="line">If love ambitious sought a match of birth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?</div>
                              <div class="line">Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is the young Dauphin every way complete:</div>
                              <div class="line">If not complete of, say he is not she;</div>
                              <div class="line">And she again wants nothing, to name want,</div>
                              <div class="line">If want it be not that she is not he:</div>
                              <div class="line">He is the half part of a blessed man,</div>
                              <div class="line">Left to be finished by such as she;</div>
                              <div class="line">And she a fair divided excellence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, two such silver currents, when they join,</div>
                              <div class="line">Do glorify the banks that bound them in;</div>
                              <div class="line">And two such shores to two such streams made one,</div>
                              <div class="line">Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,</div>
                              <div class="line">To these two princes, if you marry them.</div>
                              <div class="line">This union shall do more than battery can</div>
                              <div class="line">To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,</div>
                              <div class="line">With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,</div>
                              <div class="line">The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,</div>
                              <div class="line">And give you entrance: but without this match,</div>
                              <div class="line">The sea enraged is not half so deaf,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lions more confident, mountains and rocks</div>
                              <div class="line">More free from motion, no, not Death himself</div>
                              <div class="line">In moral fury half so peremptory,</div>
                              <div class="line">As we to keep this city.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Here's a stay</div>
                              <div class="line">That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,</div>
                              <div class="line">That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,</div>
                              <div class="line">Talks as familiarly of roaring lions</div>
                              <div class="line">As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!</div>
                              <div class="line">What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?</div>
                              <div class="line">He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce;</div>
                              <div class="line">He gives the bastinado with his tongue:</div>
                              <div class="line">Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his</div>
                              <div class="line">But buffets better than a fist of France:</div>
                              <div class="line">Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words</div>
                              <div class="line">Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;</div>
                              <div class="line">Give with our niece a dowry large enough:</div>
                              <div class="line">For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,</div>
                              <div class="line">That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe</div>
                              <div class="line">The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.</div>
                              <div class="line">I see a yielding in the looks of France;</div>
                              <div class="line">Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls</div>
                              <div class="line">Are capable of this ambition,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath</div>
                              <div class="line">Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,</div>
                              <div class="line">Cool and congeal again to what it was.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Why answer not the double majesties</div>
                              <div class="line">This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak England first, that hath been forward first</div>
                              <div class="line">To speak unto this city: what say you?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,'</div>
                              <div class="line">Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:</div>
                              <div class="line">For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all that we upon this side the sea,</div>
                              <div class="line">Except this city now by us besieged,</div>
                              <div class="line">Find liable to our crown and dignity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich</div>
                              <div class="line">In titles, honours and promotions,</div>
                              <div class="line">As she in beauty, education, blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Holds hand with any princess of the world.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">I do, my lord; and in her eye I find</div>
                              <div class="line">A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,</div>
                              <div class="line">The shadow of myself form'd in her eye:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which being but the shadow of your son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow:</div>
                              <div class="line">I do protest I never loved myself</div>
                              <div class="line">Till now infixed I beheld myself</div>
                              <div class="line">Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Whispers with BLANCH</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!</div>
                              <div class="line">Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!</div>
                              <div class="line">And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy</div>
                              <div class="line">Himself love's traitor: this is pity now,</div>
                              <div class="line">That hang'd and drawn and quartered, there should be</div>
                              <div class="line">In such a love so vile a lout as he.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">My uncle's will in this respect is mine:</div>
                              <div class="line">If he see aught in you that makes him like,</div>
                              <div class="line">That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,</div>
                              <div class="line">I can with ease translate it to my will;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or if you will, to speak more properly,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will enforce it easily to my love.</div>
                              <div class="line">Further I will not flatter you, my lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">That all I see in you is worthy love,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than this; that nothing do I see in you,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I can find should merit any hate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">What say these young ones? What say you my niece?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">That she is bound in honour still to do</div>
                              <div class="line">What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;</div>
                              <div class="line">For I do love her most unfeignedly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Poictiers and Anjou, these five provinces,</div>
                              <div class="line">With her to thee; and this addition more,</div>
                              <div class="line">Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal,</div>
                              <div class="line">Command thy son and daughter to join hands.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">It likes us well; young princes, close your hands.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">And your lips too; for I am well assured</div>
                              <div class="line">That I did so when I was first assured.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let in that amity which you have made;</div>
                              <div class="line">For at Saint Mary's chapel presently</div>
                              <div class="line">The rites of marriage shall be solemnized.</div>
                              <div class="line">Is not the Lady Constance in this troop?</div>
                              <div class="line">I know she is not, for this match made up</div>
                              <div class="line">Her presence would have interrupted much:</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by my faith, this league that we have made</div>
                              <div class="line">Will give her sadness very little cure.</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother of England, how may we content</div>
                              <div class="line">This widow lady? In her right we came;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way,</div>
                              <div class="line">To our own vantage.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">We will heal up all;</div>
                              <div class="line">For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne</div>
                              <div class="line">And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town</div>
                              <div class="line">We make him lord of. Call the Lady Constance;</div>
                              <div class="line">Some speedy messenger bid her repair</div>
                              <div class="line">To our solemnity: I trust we shall,</div>
                              <div class="line">If not fill up the measure of her will,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet in some measure satisfy her so</div>
                              <div class="line">That we shall stop her exclamation.</div>
                              <div class="line">Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,</div>
                              <div class="line">To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt all but the BASTARD</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!</div>
                              <div class="line">John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath willingly departed with a part,</div>
                              <div class="line">And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom zeal and charity brought to the field</div>
                              <div class="line">As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear</div>
                              <div class="line">With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,</div>
                              <div class="line">That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith,</div>
                              <div class="line">That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, having no external thing to lose</div>
                              <div class="line">But the word 'maid,' cheats the poor maid of that,</div>
                              <div class="line">That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Commodity, the bias of the world,</div>
                              <div class="line">The world, who of itself is peised well,</div>
                              <div class="line">Made to run even upon even ground,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias,</div>
                              <div class="line">This sway of motion, this Commodity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Makes it take head from all indifferency,</div>
                              <div class="line">From all direction, purpose, course, intent:</div>
                              <div class="line">And this same bias, this Commodity,</div>
                              <div class="line">This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,</div>
                              <div class="line">Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath drawn him from his own determined aid,</div>
                              <div class="line">From a resolved and honourable war,</div>
                              <div class="line">To a most base and vile-concluded peace.</div>
                              <div class="line">And why rail I on this Commodity?</div>
                              <div class="line">But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:</div>
                              <div class="line">Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">When his fair angels would salute my palm;</div>
                              <div class="line">But for my hand, as unattempted yet,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail</div>
                              <div class="line">And say there is no sin but to be rich;</div>
                              <div class="line">And being rich, my virtue then shall be</div>
                              <div class="line">To say there is no vice but beggary.</div>
                              <div class="line">Since kings break faith upon commodity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  The French King's pavilion.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!</div>
                              <div class="line">False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?</div>
                              <div class="line">It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard:</div>
                              <div class="line">Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:</div>
                              <div class="line">It cannot be; thou dost but say 'tis so:</div>
                              <div class="line">I trust I may not trust thee; for thy word</div>
                              <div class="line">Is but the vain breath of a common man:</div>
                              <div class="line">Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;</div>
                              <div class="line">I have a king's oath to the contrary.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,</div>
                              <div class="line">For I am sick and capable of fears,</div>
                              <div class="line">Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears,</div>
                              <div class="line">A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,</div>
                              <div class="line">A woman, naturally born to fears;</div>
                              <div class="line">And though thou now confess thou didst but jest,</div>
                              <div class="line">With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,</div>
                              <div class="line">But they will quake and tremble all this day.</div>
                              <div class="line">What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?</div>
                              <div class="line">Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?</div>
                              <div class="line">What means that hand upon that breast of thine?</div>
                              <div class="line">Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?</div>
                              <div class="line">Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?</div>
                              <div class="line">Then speak again; not all thy former tale,</div>
                              <div class="line">But this one word, whether thy tale be true.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">As true as I believe you think them false</div>
                              <div class="line">That give you cause to prove my saying true.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,</div>
                              <div class="line">Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let belief and life encounter so</div>
                              <div class="line">As doth the fury of two desperate men</div>
                              <div class="line">Which in the very meeting fall and die.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lewis marry Blanch! O boy, then where art thou?</div>
                              <div class="line">France friend with England, what becomes of me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight:</div>
                              <div class="line">This news hath made thee a most ugly man.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">What other harm have I, good lady, done,</div>
                              <div class="line">But spoke the harm that is by others done?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Which harm within itself so heinous is</div>
                              <div class="line">As it makes harmful all that speak of it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">I do beseech you, madam, be content.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb,</div>
                              <div class="line">Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,</div>
                              <div class="line">Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,</div>
                              <div class="line">I would not care, I then would be content,</div>
                              <div class="line">For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou</div>
                              <div class="line">Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown.</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:</div>
                              <div class="line">Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,</div>
                              <div class="line">She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;</div>
                              <div class="line">She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France</div>
                              <div class="line">To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,</div>
                              <div class="line">And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.</div>
                              <div class="line">France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,</div>
                              <div class="line">That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?</div>
                              <div class="line">Envenom him with words, or get thee gone</div>
                              <div class="line">And leave those woes alone which I alone</div>
                              <div class="line">Am bound to under-bear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Pardon me, madam,</div>
                              <div class="line">I may not go without you to the kings.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;</div>
                              <div class="line">For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.</div>
                              <div class="line">To me and to the state of my great grief</div>
                              <div class="line">Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great</div>
                              <div class="line">That no supporter but the huge firm earth</div>
                              <div class="line">Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;</div>
                              <div class="line">Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Seats herself on the ground</p>
                        <p>Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILLIP, LEWIS, BLANCH,
QUEEN ELINOR, the BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and Attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day</div>
                              <div class="line">Ever in France shall be kept festival:</div>
                              <div class="line">To solemnize this day the glorious sun</div>
                              <div class="line">Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,</div>
                              <div class="line">Turning with splendor of his precious eye</div>
                              <div class="line">The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:</div>
                              <div class="line">The yearly course that brings this day about</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall never see it but a holiday.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">A wicked day, and not a holy day!</div>
                              <p>Rising</p>
                              <div class="line">What hath this day deserved? what hath it done,</div>
                              <div class="line">That it in golden letters should be set</div>
                              <div class="line">Among the high tides in the calendar?</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,</div>
                              <div class="line">This day of shame, oppression, perjury.</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child</div>
                              <div class="line">Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd:</div>
                              <div class="line">But on this day let seamen fear no wreck;</div>
                              <div class="line">No bargains break that are not this day made:</div>
                              <div class="line">This day, all things begun come to ill end,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause</div>
                              <div class="line">To curse the fair proceedings of this day:</div>
                              <div class="line">Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">You have beguiled me with a counterfeit</div>
                              <div class="line">Resembling majesty, which, being touch'd and tried,</div>
                              <div class="line">Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn;</div>
                              <div class="line">You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">But now in arms you strengthen it with yours:</div>
                              <div class="line">The grappling vigour and rough frown of war</div>
                              <div class="line">Is cold in amity and painted peace,</div>
                              <div class="line">And our oppression hath made up this league.</div>
                              <div class="line">Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!</div>
                              <div class="line">A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens!</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not the hours of this ungodly day</div>
                              <div class="line">Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,</div>
                              <div class="line">Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings!</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear me, O, hear me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Lady Constance, peace!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war</div>
                              <div class="line">O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame</div>
                              <div class="line">That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou little valiant, great in villany!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight</div>
                              <div class="line">But when her humorous ladyship is by</div>
                              <div class="line">To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too,</div>
                              <div class="line">And soothest up greatness. What a fool art thou,</div>
                              <div class="line">A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,</div>
                              <div class="line">Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength,</div>
                              <div class="line">And dost thou now fall over to my fores?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,</div>
                              <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">O, that a man should speak those words to me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou darest not say so, villain, for thy life.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">We like not this; thou dost forget thyself.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Here comes the holy legate of the pope.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!</div>
                              <div class="line">To thee, King John, my holy errand is.</div>
                              <div class="line">I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,</div>
                              <div class="line">And from Pope Innocent the legate here,</div>
                              <div class="line">Do in his name religiously demand</div>
                              <div class="line">Why thou against the church, our holy mother,</div>
                              <div class="line">So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce</div>
                              <div class="line">Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop</div>
                              <div class="line">Of Canterbury, from that holy see?</div>
                              <div class="line">This, in our foresaid holy father's name,</div>
                              <div class="line">Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">What earthy name to interrogatories</div>
                              <div class="line">Can task the free breath of a sacred king?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name</div>
                              <div class="line">So slight, unworthy and ridiculous,</div>
                              <div class="line">To charge me to an answer, as the pope.</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England</div>
                              <div class="line">Add thus much more, that no Italian priest</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;</div>
                              <div class="line">But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,</div>
                              <div class="line">So under Him that great supremacy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,</div>
                              <div class="line">Without the assistance of a mortal hand:</div>
                              <div class="line">So tell the pope, all reverence set apart</div>
                              <div class="line">To him and his usurp'd authority.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Though you and all the kings of Christendom</div>
                              <div class="line">Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dreading the curse that money may buy out;</div>
                              <div class="line">And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,</div>
                              <div class="line">Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who in that sale sells pardon from himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though you and all the rest so grossly led</div>
                              <div class="line">This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet I alone, alone do me oppose</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the pope and count his friends my foes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, by the lawful power that I have,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate.</div>
                              <div class="line">And blessed shall he be that doth revolt</div>
                              <div class="line">From his allegiance to an heretic;</div>
                              <div class="line">And meritorious shall that hand be call'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Canonized and worshipped as a saint,</div>
                              <div class="line">That takes away by any secret course</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy hateful life.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, lawful let it be</div>
                              <div class="line">That I have room with Rome to curse awhile!</div>
                              <div class="line">Good father cardinal, cry thou amen</div>
                              <div class="line">To my keen curses; for without my wrong</div>
                              <div class="line">There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">And for mine too: when law can do no right,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:</div>
                              <div class="line">Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,</div>
                              <div class="line">For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,</div>
                              <div class="line">How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip of France, on peril of a curse,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;</div>
                              <div class="line">And raise the power of France upon his head,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless he do submit himself to Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Look to that, devil; lest that France repent,</div>
                              <div class="line">And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">King Philip, listen to the cardinal.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Your breeches best may carry them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">What should he say, but as the cardinal?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Bethink you, father; for the difference</div>
                              <div class="line">Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or the light loss of England for a friend:</div>
                              <div class="line">Forego the easier.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">That's the curse of Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee here</div>
                              <div class="line">In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith,</div>
                              <div class="line">But from her need.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, if thou grant my need,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which only lives but by the death of faith,</div>
                              <div class="line">That need must needs infer this principle,</div>
                              <div class="line">That faith would live again by death of need.</div>
                              <div class="line">O then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;</div>
                              <div class="line">Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">The king is moved, and answers not to this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, be removed from him, and answer well!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">I am perplex'd, and know not what to say.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">What canst thou say but will perplex thee more,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou stand excommunicate and cursed?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Good reverend father, make my person yours,</div>
                              <div class="line">And tell me how you would bestow yourself.</div>
                              <div class="line">This royal hand and mine are newly knit,</div>
                              <div class="line">And the conjunction of our inward souls</div>
                              <div class="line">Married in league, coupled and linked together</div>
                              <div class="line">With all religious strength of sacred vows;</div>
                              <div class="line">The latest breath that gave the sound of words</div>
                              <div class="line">Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love</div>
                              <div class="line">Between our kingdoms and our royal selves,</div>
                              <div class="line">And even before this truce, but new before,</div>
                              <div class="line">No longer than we well could wash our hands</div>
                              <div class="line">To clap this royal bargain up of peace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd</div>
                              <div class="line">With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint</div>
                              <div class="line">The fearful difference of incensed kings:</div>
                              <div class="line">And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?</div>
                              <div class="line">Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,</div>
                              <div class="line">Make such unconstant children of ourselves,</div>
                              <div class="line">As now again to snatch our palm from palm,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed</div>
                              <div class="line">Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make a riot on the gentle brow</div>
                              <div class="line">Of true sincerity? O, holy sir,</div>
                              <div class="line">My reverend father, let it not be so!</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose</div>
                              <div class="line">Some gentle order; and then we shall be blest</div>
                              <div class="line">To do your pleasure and continue friends.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">All form is formless, order orderless,</div>
                              <div class="line">Save what is opposite to England's love.</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore to arms! be champion of our church,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,</div>
                              <div class="line">A mother's curse, on her revolting son.</div>
                              <div class="line">France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">A chafed lion by the mortal paw,</div>
                              <div class="line">A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">So makest thou faith an enemy to faith;</div>
                              <div class="line">And like a civil war set'st oath to oath,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow</div>
                              <div class="line">First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">That is, to be the champion of our church!</div>
                              <div class="line">What since thou sworest is sworn against thyself</div>
                              <div class="line">And may not be performed by thyself,</div>
                              <div class="line">For that which thou hast sworn to do amiss</div>
                              <div class="line">Is not amiss when it is truly done,</div>
                              <div class="line">And being not done, where doing tends to ill,</div>
                              <div class="line">The truth is then most done not doing it:</div>
                              <div class="line">The better act of purposes mistook</div>
                              <div class="line">Is to mistake again; though indirect,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet indirection thereby grows direct,</div>
                              <div class="line">And falsehood falsehood cures, as fire cools fire</div>
                              <div class="line">Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">It is religion that doth make vows kept;</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou hast sworn against religion,</div>
                              <div class="line">By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st,</div>
                              <div class="line">And makest an oath the surety for thy truth</div>
                              <div class="line">Against an oath: the truth thou art unsure</div>
                              <div class="line">To swear, swears only not to be forsworn;</div>
                              <div class="line">Else what a mockery should it be to swear!</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;</div>
                              <div class="line">And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore thy later vows against thy first</div>
                              <div class="line">Is in thyself rebellion to thyself;</div>
                              <div class="line">And better conquest never canst thou make</div>
                              <div class="line">Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts</div>
                              <div class="line">Against these giddy loose suggestions:</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon which better part our prayers come in,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know</div>
                              <div class="line">The peril of our curses light on thee</div>
                              <div class="line">So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off,</div>
                              <div class="line">But in despair die under their black weight.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AUSTRIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Rebellion, flat rebellion!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Will't not be?</div>
                              <div class="line">Will not a calfs-skin stop that mouth of thine?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Father, to arms!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon thy wedding-day?</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the blood that thou hast married?</div>
                              <div class="line">What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men?</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,</div>
                              <div class="line">Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?</div>
                              <div class="line">O husband, hear me! ay, alack, how new</div>
                              <div class="line">Is husband in my mouth! even for that name,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms</div>
                              <div class="line">Against mine uncle.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, upon my knee,</div>
                              <div class="line">Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom</div>
                              <div class="line">Forethought by heaven!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">Now shall I see thy love: what motive may</div>
                              <div class="line">Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,</div>
                              <div class="line">His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">I muse your majesty doth seem so cold,</div>
                              <div class="line">When such profound respects do pull you on.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">I will denounce a curse upon his head.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">O fair return of banish'd majesty!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">O foul revolt of French inconstancy!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!</div>
                              <div class="line">Which is the side that I must go withal?</div>
                              <div class="line">I am with both: each army hath a hand;</div>
                              <div class="line">And in their rage, I having hold of both,</div>
                              <div class="line">They swirl asunder and dismember me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;</div>
                              <div class="line">Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;</div>
                              <div class="line">Grandam, I will not wish thy fortunes thrive:</div>
                              <div class="line">Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose</div>
                              <div class="line">Assured loss before the match be play'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BLANCH</div>
                              <div class="line">There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, go draw our puissance together.</div>
                              <p>Exit BASTARD</p>
                              <div class="line">France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;</div>
                              <div class="line">A rage whose heat hath this condition,</div>
                              <div class="line">That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy rage sham burn thee up, and thou shalt turn</div>
                              <div class="line">To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:</div>
                              <div class="line">Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  The same. Plains near Angiers.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Alarums, excursions. Enter the BASTARD, with
AUSTRIA'S head</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;</div>
                              <div class="line">Some airy devil hovers in the sky</div>
                              <div class="line">And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there,</div>
                              <div class="line">While Philip breathes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:</div>
                              <div class="line">My mother is assailed in our tent,</div>
                              <div class="line">And ta'en, I fear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, I rescued her;</div>
                              <div class="line">Her highness is in safety, fear you not:</div>
                              <div class="line">But on, my liege; for very little pains</div>
                              <div class="line">Will bring this labour to an happy end.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  The same.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN,
QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT,
and Lords</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>To QUEEN ELINOR</span>  So shall it be; your grace shall</div>
                              <div class="line">stay behind</div>
                              <div class="line">So strongly guarded.</div>
                              <p>To ARTHUR</p>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, look not sad:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will</div>
                              <div class="line">As dear be to thee as thy father was.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">O, this will make my mother die with grief!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>To the BASTARD</span>  Cousin, away for England!</div>
                              <div class="line">haste before:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags</div>
                              <div class="line">Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels</div>
                              <div class="line">Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace</div>
                              <div class="line">Must by the hungry now be fed upon:</div>
                              <div class="line">Use our commission in his utmost force.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD</div>
                              <div class="line">Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,</div>
                              <div class="line">When gold and silver becks me to come on.</div>
                              <div class="line">I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray,</div>
                              <div class="line">If ever I remember to be holy,</div>
                              <div class="line">For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, gentle cousin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Coz, farewell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit the BASTARD</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,</div>
                              <div class="line">We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh</div>
                              <div class="line">There is a soul counts thee her creditor</div>
                              <div class="line">And with advantage means to pay thy love:</div>
                              <div class="line">And my good friend, thy voluntary oath</div>
                              <div class="line">Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,</div>
                              <div class="line">But I will fit it with some better time.</div>
                              <div class="line">By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed</div>
                              <div class="line">To say what good respect I have of thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">I am much bounden to your majesty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet it shall come from me to do thee good.</div>
                              <div class="line">I had a thing to say, but let it go:</div>
                              <div class="line">The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,</div>
                              <div class="line">Attended with the pleasures of the world,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is all too wanton and too full of gawds</div>
                              <div class="line">To give me audience: if the midnight bell</div>
                              <div class="line">Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sound on into the drowsy race of night;</div>
                              <div class="line">If this same were a churchyard where we stand,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,</div>
                              <div class="line">Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes</div>
                              <div class="line">And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,</div>
                              <div class="line">A passion hateful to my purposes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear me without thine ears, and make reply</div>
                              <div class="line">Without a tongue, using conceit alone,</div>
                              <div class="line">Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,</div>
                              <div class="line">I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:</div>
                              <div class="line">But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">So well, that what you bid me undertake,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though that my death were adjunct to my act,</div>
                              <div class="line">By heaven, I would do it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Do not I know thou wouldst?</div>
                              <div class="line">Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye</div>
                              <div class="line">On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,</div>
                              <div class="line">He is a very serpent in my way;</div>
                              <div class="line">And whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread,</div>
                              <div class="line">He lies before me: dost thou understand me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art his keeper.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">And I'll keep him so,</div>
                              <div class="line">That he shall not offend your majesty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">A grave.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">He shall not live.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">Enough.</div>
                              <div class="line">I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Remember. Madam, fare you well:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ELINOR</div>
                              <div class="line">My blessing go with thee!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING JOHN</div>
                              <div class="line">For England, cousin, go:</div>
                              <div class="line">Hubert shall be your man, attend on you</div>
                              <div class="line">With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, CARDINAL PANDULPH,
and Attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,</div>
                              <div class="line">A whole armado of convicted sail</div>
                              <div class="line">Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">What can go well, when we have run so ill?</div>
                              <div class="line">Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?</div>
                              <div class="line">Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?</div>
                              <div class="line">And bloody England into England gone,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'erbearing interruption, spite of France?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">What he hath won, that hath he fortified:</div>
                              <div class="line">So hot a speed with such advice disposed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth want example: who hath read or heard</div>
                              <div class="line">Of any kindred action like to this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Well could I bear that England had this praise,</div>
                              <div class="line">So we could find some pattern of our shame.</div>
                              <p>Enter CONSTANCE</p>
                              <div class="line">Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;</div>
                              <div class="line">Holding the eternal spirit against her will,</div>
                              <div class="line">In the vile prison of afflicted breath.</div>
                              <div class="line">I prithee, lady, go away with me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, now I now see the issue of your peace.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">No, I defy all counsel, all redress,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that which ends all counsel, true redress,</div>
                              <div class="line">Death, death; O amiable lovely death!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou odouriferous stench! sound rottenness!</div>
                              <div class="line">Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou hate and terror to prosperity,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I will kiss thy detestable bones</div>
                              <div class="line">And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows</div>
                              <div class="line">And ring these fingers with thy household worms</div>
                              <div class="line">And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust</div>
                              <div class="line">And be a carrion monster like thyself:</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest</div>
                              <div class="line">And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,</div>
                              <div class="line">O, come to me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">O fair affliction, peace!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!</div>
                              <div class="line">Then with a passion would I shake the world;</div>
                              <div class="line">And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy</div>
                              <div class="line">Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which scorns a modern invocation.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art not holy to belie me so;</div>
                              <div class="line">I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine;</div>
                              <div class="line">My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;</div>
                              <div class="line">Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am not mad: I would to heaven I were!</div>
                              <div class="line">For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, if I could, what grief should I forget!</div>
                              <div class="line">Preach some philosophy to make me mad,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal;</div>
                              <div class="line">For being not mad but sensible of grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">My reasonable part produces reason</div>
                              <div class="line">How I may be deliver'd of these woes,</div>
                              <div class="line">And teaches me to kill or hang myself:</div>
                              <div class="line">If I were mad, I should forget my son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or madly think a babe of clouts were he:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am not mad; too well, too well I feel</div>
                              <div class="line">The different plague of each calamity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note</div>
                              <div class="line">In the fair multitude of those her hairs!</div>
                              <div class="line">Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends</div>
                              <div class="line">Do glue themselves in sociable grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sticking together in calamity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">To England, if you will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">Bind up your hairs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?</div>
                              <div class="line">I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud</div>
                              <div class="line">'O that these hands could so redeem my son,</div>
                              <div class="line">As they have given these hairs their liberty!'</div>
                              <div class="line">But now I envy at their liberty,</div>
                              <div class="line">And will again commit them to their bonds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because my poor child is a prisoner.</div>
                              <div class="line">And, father cardinal, I have heard you say</div>
                              <div class="line">That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:</div>
                              <div class="line">If that be true, I shall see my boy again;</div>
                              <div class="line">For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,</div>
                              <div class="line">To him that did but yesterday suspire,</div>
                              <div class="line">There was not such a gracious creature born.</div>
                              <div class="line">But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud</div>
                              <div class="line">And chase the native beauty from his cheek</div>
                              <div class="line">And he will look as hollow as a ghost,</div>
                              <div class="line">As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,</div>
                              <div class="line">And so he'll die; and, rising so again,</div>
                              <div class="line">When I shall meet him in the court of heaven</div>
                              <div class="line">I shall not know him: therefore never, never</div>
                              <div class="line">Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">You hold too heinous a respect of grief.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">He talks to me that never had a son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">You are as fond of grief as of your child.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CONSTANCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Grief fills the room up of my absent child,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,</div>
                              <div class="line">Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,</div>
                              <div class="line">Remembers me of all his gracious parts,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?</div>
                              <div class="line">Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,</div>
                              <div class="line">I could give better comfort than you do.</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not keep this form upon my head,</div>
                              <div class="line">When there is such disorder in my wit.</div>
                              <div class="line">O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!</div>
                              <div class="line">My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!</div>
                              <div class="line">My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING PHILIP</div>
                              <div class="line">I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">There's nothing in this world can make me joy:</div>
                              <div class="line">Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale</div>
                              <div class="line">Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;</div>
                              <div class="line">And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste</div>
                              <div class="line">That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Before the curing of a strong disease,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even in the instant of repair and health,</div>
                              <div class="line">The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,</div>
                              <div class="line">On their departure most of all show evil:</div>
                              <div class="line">What have you lost by losing of this day?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">All days of glory, joy and happiness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">If you had won it, certainly you had.</div>
                              <div class="line">No, no; when Fortune means to men most good,</div>
                              <div class="line">She looks upon them with a threatening eye.</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost</div>
                              <div class="line">In this which he accounts so clearly won:</div>
                              <div class="line">Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">As heartily as he is glad he hath him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;</div>
                              <div class="line">For even the breath of what I mean to speak</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of the path which shall directly lead</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark.</div>
                              <div class="line">John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be</div>
                              <div class="line">That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,</div>
                              <div class="line">The misplaced John should entertain an hour,</div>
                              <div class="line">One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.</div>
                              <div class="line">A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">And he that stands upon a slippery place</div>
                              <div class="line">Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up:</div>
                              <div class="line">That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall;</div>
                              <div class="line">So be it, for it cannot be but so.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,</div>
                              <div class="line">May then make all the claim that Arthur did.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">How green you are and fresh in this old world!</div>
                              <div class="line">John lays you plots; the times conspire with you;</div>
                              <div class="line">For he that steeps his safety in true blood</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.</div>
                              <div class="line">This act so evilly born shall cool the hearts</div>
                              <div class="line">Of all his people and freeze up their zeal,</div>
                              <div class="line">That none so small advantage shall step forth</div>
                              <div class="line">To cheque his reign, but they will cherish it;</div>
                              <div class="line">No natural exhalation in the sky,</div>
                              <div class="line">No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,</div>
                              <div class="line">No common wind, no customed event,</div>
                              <div class="line">But they will pluck away his natural cause</div>
                              <div class="line">And call them meteors, prodigies and signs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven,</div>
                              <div class="line">Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">May be he will not touch young Arthur's life,</div>
                              <div class="line">But hold himself safe in his prisonment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CARDINAL PANDULPH</div>
                              <div class="line">O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,</div>
                              <div class="line">If that young Arthur be not gone already,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts</div>
                              <div class="line">Of all his people shall revolt from him</div>
                              <div class="line">And kiss the lips of unacquainted change</div>
                              <div class="line">And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.</div>
                              <div class="line">Methinks I see this hurly all on foot:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, O, what better matter breeds for you</div>
                              <div class="line">Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge</div>
                              <div class="line">Is now in England, ransacking the church,</div>
                              <div class="line">Offending charity: if but a dozen French</div>
                              <div class="line">Were there in arms, they would be as a call</div>
                              <div class="line">To train ten thousand English to their side,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or as a little snow, tumbled about,</div>
                              <div class="line">Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,</div>
                              <div class="line">Go with me to the king: 'tis wonderful</div>
                              <div class="line">What may be wrought out of their discontent,</div>
                              <div class="line">Now that their souls are topful of offence.</div>
                              <div class="line">For England go: I will whet on the king.</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">LEWIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go:</div>
                              <div class="line">If you say ay, the king will not say no.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
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                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</a>
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                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  KING JOHN'S palace.</a>
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                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Before the castle.</a>
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               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  A room in a castle.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter HUBERT and Executioners</p>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand</div>
                              <div class="line">Within the arras: when I strike my foot</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,</div>
                              <div class="line">And bind the boy which you shall find with me</div>
                              <div class="line">Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Executioner</div>
                              <div class="line">I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.</div>
                              <p>Exeunt Executioners</p>
                              <div class="line">Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Enter ARTHUR</p>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">Good morrow, Hubert.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">Good morrow, little prince.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">As little prince, having so great a title</div>
                              <div class="line">To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">Indeed, I have been merrier.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">Mercy on me!</div>
                              <div class="line">Methinks no body should be sad but I:</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet, I remember, when I was in France,</div>
                              <div class="line">Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,</div>
                              <div class="line">Only for wantonness. By my christendom,</div>
                              <div class="line">So I were out of prison and kept sheep,</div>
                              <div class="line">I should be as merry as the day is long;</div>
                              <div class="line">And so I would be here, but that I doubt</div>
                              <div class="line">My uncle practises more harm to me:</div>
                              <div class="line">He is afraid of me and I of him:</div>
                              <div class="line">Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?</div>
                              <div class="line">No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven</div>
                              <div class="line">I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  If I talk to him, with his innocent prate</div>
                              <div class="line">He will awake my mercy which lies dead:</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:</div>
                              <div class="line">In sooth, I would you were a little sick,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I might sit all night and watch with you:</div>
                              <div class="line">I warrant I love you more than you do me.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HUBERT</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  His words do take possession of my bosom.</div>
                              <div class="line">Read here, young Arthur.</div>
                              <p>Showing a paper</p>
                              <p>Aside</p>
                              <div class="line">How now, foolish rheum!</div>
                              <div class="line">Turning dispiteous torture out of door!</div>
                              <div class="line">I must be brief, lest resolution drop</div>
                              <div class="line">Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.</div>
                              <div class="line">Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ARTHUR</div>
                              <div class="line">Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:</di