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Though all these English, and their discipline,
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.
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,
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
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!
Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat. Enter a
French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your
And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.
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 :
blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted
BLANCH, and the Bastard ; at the other, King Phi-
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,
Bast. Ay, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
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
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