The Life and Death of King John - ebook

Contents

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ACT I

SCENE 1. Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.

ACT II

SCENE 1. France. Before the walls of Angiers.

ACT III

SCENE 1. France. The FRENCH KING'S tent.

SCENE 2. The same. Plains near Angiers

SCENE 3. The same.

SCENE 4. The same. The FRENCH KING's tent.

ACT IV

SCENE 1. Northampton. A Room in the Castle.

SCENE 2.The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

SCENE 3. The same. Before the castle.

ACT V

SCENE 1. Northampton. A Room in the Palace.

SCENE 2. Near Saint Edmunds-bury. The French Camp.

SCENE 3. The same. The Field of Battle.

SCENE 4. The same. Another part of the same.

SCENE 5. The same. The French camp.

SCENE 6. An open place in the neighborhood of Swinstead Abbey.

SCENE 7. The orchard of Swinstead Abbey.DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING JOHN.

PRINCE HENRY, his son; afterwards KING HENRY III.

ARTHUR, Duke of Brittany, son to Geoffrey, late Duke of Brittany, the elder brother to King John.

WILLIAM MARSHALL, Earl of Pembroke.

GEOFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief Justiciary of England.

WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.

HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King.

ROBERT FALCONBRIDGE, son to Sir Robert Falconbridge.

BASTARD, Philip Falconbridge, his half-brother, natural son to King Richard I.

JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Falconbridge.

PETER OF POMFRET, a prophet.

PHILIP, King of France.

LOUIS, the Dauphin.

ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.

CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope’s legate.

MELUN, a French lord.

CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King John.

ELEANOR, Widow of King Henry II and Mother to King John.

CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur.

BLANCH OF SPAIN, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and Niece to King John.

LADY FALCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard and Robert Falconbridge.

Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Attendants, and other Attendants.

SCENE: Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.ACT I

SCENE 1. Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace

KING JOHN.

Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

CHATILLON.

Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France,

In my behaviour, to the majesty,

The borrow’d majesty of England here.

ELEANOR.

A strange beginning:–borrow’d majesty!

KING JOHN.

Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

CHATILLON.

Philip of France, in right and true behalf

Of thy deceased brother Geffrey’s son,

Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

To this fair island and the territories,–

To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine;

Desiring thee to lay aside the sword

Which sways usurpingly these several titles,

And put the same into young Arthur’s hand,

Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.

KING JOHN.

What follows if we disallow of this?

CHATILLON.

The proud control of fierce and bloody war,

To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

KING JOHN.

Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,

Controlment for controlment;–so answer France.

CHATILLON.

Then take my king’s defiance from my mouth,

The farthest limit of my embassy.

KING JOHN.

Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;

For ere thou canst report I will be there,

The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:

So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,

And sullen presage of your own decay.–

An honourable conduct let him have:–

Pembroke, look to ‘t. Farewell, Chatillon.

ELEANOR.

What now, my son! Have I not ever said

How that ambitious Constance would not cease

Till she had kindled France and all the world

Upon the right and party of her son?

This might have been prevented and made whole

With very easy arguments of love;

Which now the manage of two kingdoms must

With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

KING JOHN.

Our strong possession and our right for us.

ELEANOR.

Your strong possession much more than your right,

Or else it must go wrong with you and me:

So much my conscience whispers in your ear,

Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.

ESSEX.

My liege, here is the strangest controversy,

Come from the country to be judg’d by you,

That e’er I heard: shall I produce the men?

KING JOHN.

Let them approach.–

Our abbeys and our priories shall pay

This expedition’s charge.

What men are you?

BASTARD.

Your faithful subject I, a gentleman

Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,

As I suppose, to Robert Falconbridge,–

A soldier by the honour-giving hand

Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.

KING JOHN.

What art thou?

ROBERT.

The son and heir to that same Falconbridge.

KING JOHN.

Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?

You came not of one mother then, it seems.

BASTARD.

Most certain of one mother, mighty king,–

That is well known; and, as I think, one father:

But for the certain knowledge of that truth

I put you o’er to heaven and to my mother:–

Of that I doubt, as all men’s children may.

ELEANOR.

Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother,

And wound her honour with this diffidence.

BASTARD.

I, madam? no, I have no reason for it,–

That is my brother’s plea, and none of mine;

The which if he can prove, ‘a pops me out

At least from fair five hundred pound a-year:

Heaven guard my mother’s honour and my land!

KING JOHN.

A good blunt fellow.–Why, being younger born,

Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

BASTARD.

I know not why, except to get the land.

But once he slander’d me with bastardy:

But whe’er I be as true begot or no,

That still I lay upon my mother’s head;

But that I am as well begot, my liege,–

Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!–

Compare our faces and be judge yourself.

If old Sir Robert did beget us both,

And were our father, and this son like him,–

O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee

I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!

KING JOHN.

Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!

ELEANOR.

He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion’s face;

The accent of his tongue affecteth him:

Do you not read some tokens of my son

In the large composition of this man?

KING JOHN.

Mine eye hath well examined his parts,

And finds them perfect Richard.–Sirrah, speak,

What doth move you to claim your brother’s land?

BASTARD.

Because he hath a half-face, like my father;

With half that face would he have all my land:

A half-fac’d groat five hundred pound a-year!

ROBERT.

My gracious liege, when that my father liv’d,

Your brother did employ my father much,–

BASTARD.

Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:

Your tale must be how he employ’d my mother.

ROBERT.

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