Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:
For Anjou496 and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers,
And all that we upon this side the497 sea --
Except this city now by us besieged --
Find liable499 to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions501,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with503 any princess of the world.
KING PHILIP What say'st thou, boy? Look in the lady's face.
LEWIS I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow507 of myself formed in her eye:
Which, being but the shadow of your son508,
Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow509:
I do protest I never loved myself
Till now infixed511 I beheld myself
Drawn in the flattering table512 of her eye.
Whispers with Blanche
BASTARD Drawn513 in the flattering table of her eye,
Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
And quartered in her heart, he doth espy515
Himself love's traitor: this is pity now,
That hanged and drawn and quartered there should be
In such a love518 so vile a lout as he.
BLANCHE My uncle's will519 in this respect is mine:
If he see aught520 in you that makes him like,
That anything521 he sees which moves his liking,
I can with ease translate522 it to my will:
Or if you will, to speak more properly523,
I will enforce524 it eas'ly to my love.
Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy526 love,
Than this: that nothing do I see in you,
Though churlish528 thoughts themselves should be your judge,
That I can find should merit529 any hate.
KING JOHN What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?
BLANCHE That she is bound in honour still531 to do
What you in wisdom still vouchsafe532 to say.
KING JOHN Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?
LEWIS Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love,
For I do love her most unfeignedly535.
KING JOHN Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine,
Poitiers and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee, and this addition more:
Full thirty thousand marks539 of English coin.
Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal540,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
KING PHILIP It likes us well, young princes: close542 your hands.
AUSTRIA And your lips too, for I am well assured543
That I did so when I was first assured544.
Lewis and Blanche join hands and kiss
KING PHILIP Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
Let in that amity which you have made,
For at Saint Mary's chapel presently547
The rites of marriage shall be solemnized.
Is not the lady Constance in this troop?
I know she is not, for this match made up550
Her presence would have interrupted much.
Where is she and her son? Tell me, who552 knows.
LEWIS She is sad and passionate553 at your highness' tent.
KING PHILIP And by my faith this league that we have made
Will give her sadness very little cure.--
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow lady? In her right we came,
Which we, God knows, have turned another way,
To our own vantage.
KING JOHN We will heal up all,
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne
And Earl of Richmond, and this rich fair town
We make him lord of. Call the lady Constance:
Some speedy messenger bid her repair564
To our solemnity565: I trust we shall,
[Exit Salisbury?]
If not fill up the measure566 of her will,
Yet in some measure567 satisfy her so
That we shall stop her exclamation568.
Go we as well as haste will suffer569 us
To this unlooked-for, unprepared pomp570.
Exeunt [all but the Bastard]
BASTARD Mad world, mad kings, mad composition571!
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole572,
Hath willingly departed573 with a part,
And France, whose armour conscience buckled on,
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field
As God's own soldier, rounded576 in the ear
With577 that same purpose-changer, that sly devil,
That broker that still breaks the pate of faith578,
That daily break-vow, he that wins579 of all,
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing581 to lose
But the word 'maid'582, cheats the poor maid of that:
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity583,
Commodity, the bias584 of the world,
The world who of itself is peised585 well,
Made to run even586 upon even ground,
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing587 bias,
This sway588 of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency589,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing592 word,
Clapped on the outward eye593 of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determined aid594,
From a resolved595 and honourable war,
To a most base596 and vile-concluded peace.
And why rail I on597 this commodity?
But for598 because he hath not wooed me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch599 my hand,
When his fair angels would salute600 my palm;
But for my hand, as unattempted601 yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say there is no sin but to be rich:
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary:
Since kings break faith upon607 commodity,
Gain be my lord, for I will worship thee.
Exit
Act 2 [Scene 2]
running scene 3
Enter Constance, Arthur and Salisbury
To Salisbury
CONSTANCE Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace?
False blood to false blood joined! Gone to be friends?
Shall Lewis have Blanche, and Blanche those provinces?
It is not so, thou hast misspoke4, misheard:
Be well advised5, tell o'er thy tale again.
It cannot be, thou dost but6 say 'tis so.
I trust7 I may not trust thee, for thy word
Is but the vain breath of a common man8:
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man:
I have a king's oath to the contrary.
Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting11 me,
For I am sick and capable of12 fears:
Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears:
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears,
A woman naturally born to fears;
And though16 thou now confess thou didst but jest
With my vexed spirits, I cannot take a truce17,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so sadly20 on my son?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable
rheum22,
Like a proud river peering o'er his23 bounds?
Be these sad24 signs confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again, not all thy former tale,
But this one word: whether thy tale be true.
SALISBURY As true as I believe you think them27 false
That give you cause to prove28 my saying true.
CONSTANCE O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die,
And let belief and life encounter31 so
As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Which in the very meeting fall and die.
To Arthur
Lewis marry Blanche!-- O boy, then where art thou?
France friend with England, what becomes of me?--
To Salisbury
Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook36 thy sight:
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.
SALISBURY What other harm have I, good lady, done,
But spoke the harm that is by others done?
CONSTANCE Which harm within itself so heinous is
As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
ARTHUR I do beseech you, madam, be content42.
CONSTANCE If thou that bidd'st me be content wert grim43,
Ugly and sland'rous44 to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless45 stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious46,
Patched47 with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content,
For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
Become50 thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair51, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune joined to make thee great.
Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown54 rose. But Fortune, O,
She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee:
Sh'adulterates hourly56 with thine uncle John,
And with her golden hand hath plucked on57 France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty58,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs59.
France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,
That strumpet61 Fortune, that usurping John:--
To Salisbury
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn62?
Envenom him with words63, or get thee gone
And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to underbear65.
SALISBURY Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.
CONSTANCE Thou mayst, thou shalt: I will not go with thee:
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud69,
For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
To me and to the state71 of my great grief
Let kings assemble: for my grief's so great
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit:
She sits upon the ground
Here is my throne: bid kings come bow to it.
Constance remains seated
[Exit Salisbury with Arthur]
Act 3 Scene 1
running scene 3 continues
Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanche, Queen Elinor, the Bastard [and] Austria
KING PHILIP 'Tis true, fair daughter1, and this blessed day
Ever in France shall be kept festival:
To solemnize this day the glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchemist4,
Turning with splendour of his precious eye
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course that brings this day about
Shall never see it but a holy day8.
Rising
CONSTANCE A wicked day, and not a holy day!
What hath this day deserved? What hath it done,
That it in golden letters11 should be set
Among the high tides12 in the calendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury.
Or if it must stand still, let wives with child15
Pray that their burdens may not fall16 this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed17:
But on this day let seamen fear no wreck18:
No bargains break that are not this day made19;
This day all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change.
KING PHILIP By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawned to you my majesty24?
CONSTANCE You have beguiled25 me with a counterfeit
Resembling majesty, which, being touched and tried26,
Proves valueless: you are forsworn27, forsworn:
You came in arms28 to spill mine enemies' blood,
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours29.
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war
Is cold in amity and painted31 peace,
And our oppression hath made up this league32:
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured kings!
A widow cries: be husband to me, heavens!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the days36 in peace; but, ere sun set,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings:
Hear me, O, hear me!
AUSTRIA Lady Constance, peace!
CONSTANCE War, war, no peace! Peace is to me a war:
O Limoges41, O Austria, thou dost shame
That bloody spoil42: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward:
Thou little valiant, great in villainy,
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side;
Thou Fortune's champion45, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by46
To teach thee safety47: thou art perjured too,
And sooth'st up greatness48. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, and stamp, and swear49
Upon my party: thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength,
And dost thou now fall over54 to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff55 it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant56 limbs.
AUSTRIA O, that a man should speak those words to me!
BASTARD And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
AUSTRIA Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life.
BASTARD And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
KING JOHN We like not this: thou dost forget thyself.
Enter Pandulph
KING PHILIP Here comes the holy legate62 of the Pope.
CARDINAL PANDULPH Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven.--
To thee, King John, my holy errand is:
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent66 the legate here,
Do in his name religiously67 demand
Why thou against the Church, our holy mother,
So wilfully dost spurn; and force perforce69
Keep Stephen Langton70, chosen archbishop
Of Canterbury, from that holy see71:
This, in our foresaid72 holy father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
KING JOHN What earthy name to interrogatories74
Can test75 the free breath of a sacred king?
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous
To charge78 me to an answer, as the Pope.
Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italia
n priest
Shall tithe or toll81 in our dominions:
But as we, under heaven, are supreme head,
So, under him, that great supremacy83,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold84
Without th'assistance of a mortal hand:
So tell the Pope, all reverence set apart86
To him and his usurped authority.
KING PHILIP Brother of England, you blaspheme88 in this.
KING JOHN Though you and all the kings of Christendom
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest90,
Dreading the curse that money may buy out91,
And by the merit of vile gold, dross92, dust,
Purchase corrupted pardon of93 a man,
Who in that sale sells pardon from himself94:
Though you and all the rest so grossly led
This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish96,
Yet I alone, alone do me oppose97
Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.
CARDINAL PANDULPH Then by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate100:
And blessed shall he be that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretic102:
And meritorious shall that hand be called,
Canonized and worshipped as a saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.
CONSTANCE O, lawful let it be
That I have room108 with Rome to curse awhile:
Good Father Cardinal, cry thou 'Amen'
To my keen curses; for without my wrong110
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right111.
CARDINAL PANDULPH There's law and warrant112, lady, for my curse.
CONSTANCE And for mine too: when law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong114:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
For he that holds116 his kingdom holds the law:
Therefore, since law itself is perfect117 wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
CARDINAL PANDULPH Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic120,
And raise the power of France upon his head121,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
QUEEN ELINOR Look'st thou pale, France? Do not let go thy hand.
CONSTANCE Look to that124, devil, lest that France repent,
And by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
AUSTRIA King Philip, listen to the cardinal.
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