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those sleeping stones

          That as a waist doth girdle you about

          By the compulsion of their ordinance

          By this time from their fixed beds of lime

          Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made

          For bloody power to rush upon your peace.

          But on the sight of us your lawful king,

          Who painfully with much expedient march

          Have brought a countercheck before your gates,

          To save unscratch'd your city's threat'ned cheeks-

          Behold, the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle;

          And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,

          To make a shaking fever in your walls,

          They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke,

          To make a faithless error in your cars;

          Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,

          And let us in-your King, whose labour'd spirits,

          Forwearied in this action of swift speed,

          Craves harbourage within your city walls.

        KING PHILIP. When I have said, make answer to us both.

          Lo, in this right hand, whose protection

          Is most divinely vow'd upon the right

          Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet,

          Son to the elder brother of this man,

          And king o'er him and all that he enjoys;

          For this down-trodden equity we tread

          In warlike march these greens before your town,

          Being no further enemy to you

          Than the constraint of hospitable zeal

          In the relief of this oppressed child

          Religiously provokes. Be pleased then

          To pay that duty which you truly owe

          To him that owes it, namely, this young prince;

          And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

          Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up;

          Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent

          Against th' invulnerable clouds of heaven;

          And with a blessed and unvex'd retire,

          With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruis'd,

          We will bear home that lusty blood again

          Which here we came to spout against your town,

          And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace.

          But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,

          'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls

          Can hide you from our messengers of war,

          Though all these English and their discipline

          Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.

          Then tell us, shall your city call us lord

          In that behalf which we have challeng'd it;

          Or shall we give the signal to our rage,

          And stalk in blood to our possession?

        CITIZEN. In brief: we are the King of England's subjects;

          For him, and in his right, we hold this town.

        KING JOHN. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.

        CITIZEN. That can we not; but he that proves the King,

          To him will we prove loyal. Till that time

          Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.

        KING JOHN. Doth not the crown of England prove the King?

          And if not that, I bring you witnesses:

          Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed-

        BASTARD. Bastards and else.

        KING JOHN. To verify our title with their lives.

        KING PHILIP. As many and as well-born bloods as those-

        BASTARD. Some bastards too.

        KING PHILIP. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.

        CITIZEN. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,

          We for the worthiest hold the right from both.

        KING JOHN. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls

          That to their everlasting residence,

          Before the dew of evening fall shall fleet

          In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

        KING PHILIP. Amen, Amen! Mount, chevaliers; to arms!

        BASTARD. Saint George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er since

          Sits on's horse back at mine hostess' door,

          Teach us some fence! [To AUSTRIA] Sirrah, were I at home,

          At your den, sirrah, with your lioness,

          I would set an ox-head to your lion's hide,

          And make a monster of you.

        AUSTRIA. Peace! no more.

        BASTARD. O, tremble, for you hear the lion roar!

        KING JOHN. Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth

          In best appointment all our regiments.

        BASTARD. Speed then to take advantage of the field.

        KING PHILIP. It shall be so; and at the other hill

          Command the rest to stand. God and our right!

      Exeunt

Here, after excursions, enter the HERALD OF FRANCE, with trumpets, to the gates

        FRENCH HERALD. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates

          And let young Arthur, Duke of Britaine, in,

          Who by the hand of France this day hath made

          Much work for tears in many an English mother,

          Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;

          Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,

          Coldly embracing the discoloured earth;

          And victory with little loss doth play

          Upon the dancing banners of the French,

          Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,

          To enter conquerors, and to proclaim

          Arthur of Britaine England's King and yours.

      Enter ENGLISH HERALD, with trumpet

        ENGLISH HERALD. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells:

          King John, your king and England's, doth approach,

          Commander of this hot malicious day.

          Their armours

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