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Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheath again undseded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited: 9 Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
I'll not yield.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
I have no words,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
[They fight. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Mucb. Thou losest labor: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air1 With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let tall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Much. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not tight with thee.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole; and under writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Why then, God's soldier be he!
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll'd.
He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.
He's worth no more,
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
So God be with him.-Here comes newer comfort.
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland!
King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time,
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My thanes and
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,-
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life:-This, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Score
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France:
For ere thou canst report I will be there
1 In the manner I now do.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attend ants.
SCENE-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in | The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,
SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay.-
An honorable conduct let him have:-
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE
Eli. 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 manage2 of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
In my behaviour,' to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em-
Chat. 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;
K. John. Our strong possession, at our right,
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
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.
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
Enter the sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
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
K. John. Let them approach,- [Exit Sheriff
Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, AN
PHILIP, his bastard Brother.
The furthest limit of my embassy.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest scn,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
2 Conduct, administration
A soldier, by the honor-giving hand
Of Cœur-de lion knighted in the field.
K. John. What are thou?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. 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.
El. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame
And wound her honor with this diffidence.
Bast. 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 pounds a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honor, and my land!
K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whe'r 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.
Irold sir Robert did beget us both,
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land:
Or the reputed son of Cœur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside!
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him*
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
I would not be sir Nob in any case.
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
Eli. I like thee well: Wilt thou forsake thy
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and, 'tis dear.-
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither
Bast. Our country manners give our betters way
K. John. What is thy name?
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose
form thou bear'st:
Eli. He hath a trick of Cœur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affected him:
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?
K. 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?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father:
With that half-face would he have all my land:
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
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.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent My father gave me honor, yours gave land:
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Your brother did employ my father much;
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak;
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Ipon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this my mother's son, was none of his
And, if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great:
Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!-
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Something about, a little from the right,
And have is have, however men do catch:
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
Near or far off, well won is still well shot;
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy
A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.-
For France, for France; for it is more than need
Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
Bast. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard
A foot of honor better than I was;
But many a foot of land the worse.
Good den, Sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow;
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:-
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-made honor doth forget men's names;
'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller,-
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth and catechise
-My dear sir,
My picket man of countries:-
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, 1 begin,)
I shall beseech you.-That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book:-
O sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir:
No, sir, says questum, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.-
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY.
O me! it is my mother:-How now, good lady?
What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he?
That holds in chase mine honor up and down?
Bust. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverent boy,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Philip?-sparrow!-James, There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. [Exit GURNEY.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess!)
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handy-work:- Therefore,
To whom am I beholden for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
La ly F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honor?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
SCENE I-France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and Forces; on the other, PHILIP, King of France, and Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven.
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phi. Peace be to England: if that war return
From France to England, there to live in peace!
England we love: and, for that England's sake,
With burden of our armor here we sweat:
This toil of ours should be a work of thine,
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;-
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his:
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great com-
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:
There's a good grandam.
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France?
Const. Let me make answer;-thy usurping son.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king;
That thou mayst be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,
As thine was to thy husband: and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey,
Than thou and John in manners; being as like,
As rain to water, or devil to his dam.
My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think,
His father never was so true begot;
It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother.
Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
Hear the crier.
What the devil art thou?
Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with you,
An 'a may catch your hide and you alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard;
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right:
Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith.
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
King John, this is the very sum of all,—
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms?
K. John. My life as soon:-I do defy thee,
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more
Than e'er the coward hand of France can win:
Submit thee, boy.
To draw my answer from thy articles?
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs On this removed issue, plagued for her, good thoughts
In any breast of strong authority,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury
Her injury. the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; A plague upon her!
Eli. Thou unadvised scold. I can produce
A will that bars the title of thy son.
Come to thy grandam, child. Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child: Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will
Good my mother. peace!
I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil' that's made for me.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he
Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does or no! His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor
Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed
To do him justice, and revenge on you.
Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and
Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!
Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp
The dominions, royalties, and rights,
Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Beldam, have done.
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
I have but this to say,
Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!
K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate:
It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim
To these ill-tuned repetitions.-
Some trumpet summons hither to the walls
These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak,
Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the Walls.
1 Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls!
K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.
England, for itself:
You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,-
K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's
These flags of France, that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town, Have hither march'd to your endamagement: The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls: All preparation for a bloody siege, And merciless proceeding by these French; Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates: And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, That as a waist do girdle you about, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:-By the compulsion of their ordinance But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; By this time from their fixed beds of lime Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears For bloody power to rush upon your peace. With this abundance of superfluous breath? But, on the sight of us, your lawful king.K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Who painfully with much expedient march. Lew. Women and fools, break off your confer-Have brought a countercheck before your gates. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,To encourage. • Conferes co.
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.
K. John. For our advantage;-Therefore hear