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ACT II. 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 Attendants.
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart's, And fought the holy wars in Palestine, By this brave duke came early to his grave : And, for amends to his posterity, At our importance hither is he come, To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf ; And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John : Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's death, The rather, that you give his offspring life, Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand, But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
from other lands her islanders,
thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love. Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their
swords In such a just and charitable war. K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege,
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedition !
Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. Enter King John, ELINOR, BLANCH, the Bastard,
PEMBROKE, and Forces. K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
permit 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 armour 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
mission, France, To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs good
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world!
Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true,