Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made.
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground.
Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolored earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.

Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.

E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot, malicious day!

Their armors, that marched hence so silver-bright,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood.
There stuck no plume in any English crest,

That is removed by a staff of France;

Our colors do return in those same hands

That did display them when we first marched forth;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes.
Open your gates, and give the victors way.

Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, From first to last, the onset and retire

Of both your armies; whose equality

By our best eyes cannot be censured.

Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answered blows; Strength matched with strength, and power confronted power:

Both are alike; and both alike we like.

One must prove greatest; while they weigh so even,
We hold our town for neither; yet for both.

Enter, at one side, KING JOHN, with his Power; ELINOR,
BLANCH, and the Bastard; at the other, KING PHILIP,
LEWIS, AUSTRIA, and Forces.

K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Say, shall the current of our right run on?

Whose passage, vexed with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell,

With course disturbed, even thy confining shores;
Unless thou let his silver water keep

A peaceful progress to the ocean.

K. Phi. England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, That sways the earth this climate overlooks,Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,

We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
Or add a royal number to the dead;

Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
In undetermined differences of kings.-

Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus?
Cry, havoc, kings! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm

The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit ?
K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?
1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the king.
K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his right.
K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy,
And bear possession of our person here;
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; And, till it be undoubted, we do lock

Our former scruple in our strong-barred gates;
Kinged of our fears; until our fears, resolved,
Be by some certain king purged and deposed.

Bast. By Heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings;

And stand securely on their battlements,

As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Your royal presences, be ruled by me;
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,

Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town.
By east and west let France and England mount
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;
Till their soul-fearing clamors have brawled down
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city;
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

Even till unfenced desolation

Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
That done, dissever your united strength,
And part your mingled colors once again;
Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:
Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Out of one side her happy minion;

To whom in favor she shall give the day,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.

How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?

Smacks it not something of the policy?

K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our heads,

I like it well.-France, shall we knit our powers,
And lay this Angiers even with the ground;

Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?

Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,Being wronged, as we are, by this peevish town,Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,

As we will ours, against these saucy wall;

And when that we have dashed them to the ground,
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell,

Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell.

K. Phi. Let it be so.-Say, where will you assault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.

Aust. I from the north.
K. Phi.

Our thunder, from the south,

Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

[Aside.

Bast. O prudent discipline! from north to south,
Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth.
I'll stir them to't.-Come, away, away!

1 Cit. Hear us, great kings! vouchsafe a while to stay,
And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league;
Win you this city without stroke or wound;
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
That here come sacrifices for the field.

Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings.

K. John. Speak on, with favor; we are bent to hear.
1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch,

Is near to England; look upon the years
Of Lewis the dauphin, and that lovely maid.
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,

Y

Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,

Is the young dauphin every way complete.
If not complete, O say, he is not she;
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair, divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
O, two such silver currents, when they join,

Do glorify the banks that bound them in;

And two such shores to two such streams made one,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,
To these two princes, if you marry them.
This union shall do more than battery can,
To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match,
With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance; but, without this match,
The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions more confident, mountains and rocks.
More free from motion; no, not death himself.
In mortal fury half so peremptory,

As we to keep this city.

Bast.

Here's a stay,

That shakes the rotten carcass of old death

Out of his rags! here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas!
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions

As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!

What cannonier begot this lusty blood?

He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue;

Our ears are cudgelled; not a word of his,

But buffets better than a fist of France.

Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words,
Since I first called my brother's father, dad.

Eli. Son, list to this conjunction; make this match. Give with our niece a dowry large enough;

For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France;

Mark, how they whisper. Urge them, while their souls

Are capable of this ambition!

Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,

Cool and congeal again to what it was.

1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties

This friendly treaty of our threatened town?

K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forward first

To speak unto this city. What say you?

K. John. If that the dauphin there, thy princely son, Can in this book of beauty read, I love,

Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen;

For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
And all that we upon this side the sea
(Except this city now by us besieged)
Find liable to our crown and dignity,

Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich
In titles, honors, and promotions,

As she in beauty, education, blood,

Holds hand with any princess of the world.
K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy?

face.

Look in the lady's

Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,

The shadow of myself formed in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow.
I do protest, I never loved myself,

Till now infixed I beheld myself

Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.

[Whispers with BLANCH. Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!And quartered in her heart!- He doth espy Himself love's traitor. This is pity now,

That hanged, and drawn, and quartered, there should be, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine.

If he see aught in you, that makes him like,

That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
I can with ease translate it to my will;

Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
I will enforce it easily to my love.
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,