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 ?
i Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's sub-

jects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let me

in. i Cit. 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. K. 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,

Bast. Bastards, and else.
K, John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as

those, Bast. Some bastards too. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.

i Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both, K. 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!
K. Phi. Amen, Amen !-Mount, chevaliers ! to

arms! Bast. St. George,-that swing'd the dragon, and

e'er since, Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home, At your den, sirrah, [To Austria] with your lioness, I'd set an ox-head to

your

lion's hide, And make a monster of you. Aust.

Peace; no more. Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll set

forth, In best appointment, all our regiments.

Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis] and at the

other hill Command the rest to stand.—God, and our right!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Same.

Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter a

French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your

gates",

And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow's husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.

Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
E. Her. 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, that march'd hence so silver-bright,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
That is removed by a staff of France;
Our colours do return in those same hands
That did display them when we first march'd forth;
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen 18, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Died in the dying slaughter of their foes :
Open your gates, and give the victors way.

Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold, From first to last, the onset and retire Of both your armies; whose equality

By our best eyes cannot be censured :
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd

blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted

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 Phi-
LIP, 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

blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear, That sways

the earth this climate overlooks,Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we

bear, Or add a royal number to the dead ;

Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Bast. Ay, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire !
0, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,
In undetermin'd differences of kings.-
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ?
Cry, havock, kings ! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits !
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death!

K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your

king? i Cit. The king of England, when we know the

king. K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold

up

his right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, And bear possession of our person here; Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

i Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this; And, till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : King'd of our fears; until our fears, resolv'd, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Bast. By heaven, these scroyles 19 of Angiers flout

you, kings;