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Strength match'd with strength, and power con
fronted 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, vex'd with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores, Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean. K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,
king? 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this;
3 Potentates. VOL. IV.
6 Scabby fellows.
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town :
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 wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town, Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, 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. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you as
sault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.
Aust. I from the north.
Our thunder from the south, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
Bast. 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! i 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 favour; we are bent to
hear. i Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
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 8 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, 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,
Here's a stay,
seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue ; Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his, But buffets better than a fist of France :