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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, Than this,—that nothing do I see in you, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be
your judge,) That I can find should merit any hate. K. John. What say these young ones? What say
you, my niece ? Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you
love this lady? Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love ; For I do love her most unfeignedly.
K.John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. K. Phi. It likes us well ;-Young princes, close
your hands. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assurd, That I did so, when I was first assur’d.
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made ; For at St. Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. Is not the lady Constance in this troop ? I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much :Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows. Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highness'
We will heal up all :
from the walls.
Bast. Mad world! mad kings ! mad composition ! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed 21 with a part: And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on; Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; That bröker, that still breaks the pate of faith; That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids; Who having no external thing to lose But the word maid, -cheats the poor maid of that; That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity, Commodity, the bias of the world; The world, who of itself is peised well, Made to run even, upon even ground; Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, This sway of motion, this commodity, Makes it take head from all indifferency, From all direction, purpose, course, intent: And this same bias, this commodity, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, From a resolv’d and honourable war, To a most base and vile-concluded peace.And why rail I on this commodity ? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet : Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, When his fair angels would salute my palm : But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
ACT III, SCENE I.
The Same, The French King's Tent.
Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those pro
vinces ? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard ; Be well advis’d, tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so; I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears ; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears : A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears ; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,