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Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground :
Enter English Herald, with Trumpets.
bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day!
321 Their armours, that march'd 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 colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth ; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes :
330 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 answer'd blows;
Strength match'd 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. 340 Enter the two Kings with their Powers, at several Doors.
K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast
Say, shall the current of our right run on?
Faulc. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,
death! K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit ? K. Phil. Speak, citizens, for England; who's
your king ? Cit. The king of England, when we know the king. K. Phil. Know him in us, that here hold up his right.
371 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.
Cit. A greater power, than ye, denies all this; And, 'till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : King'd of our fears ; until our fears, resolv'd, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos’d. Faulc. By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you, kings;
380 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 rul'd by me; Do like the mutines of Jerusalem, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town :
Faulc. An if thou hast the mettle of a kingBeing wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish townTurn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
410 As we will ours, against these saucy walls: And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. K. Phil. 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. Phil. Our thunder from the south, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
420 Faulo. O prudent discipline ! From north to south; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth :
[ Aside. I'll stir them to it: Come, away, away! Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while to
; stay, And I shall shew you peace, and fair-fac'd 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 favour ; we are bent to hear.
430 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, Is near to England; Look upon 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, Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch ? Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, 440 Is the young dauphin every way complete: If not complete, oh say, he is not she;