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Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said bim nay, it had been sin:
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.
K. Phi. A wouder, lady !-lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.-
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
SCENE I.-France.-Before the Walls of Whose leisure I have staid, have given him
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of
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
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love;
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring
In such a just and charitable war.
K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon
shall be bent
Against the brows of this resisting town.→→→
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To call the plots of best advantages.
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with
To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With him along is come the mother-queen,
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd;
And all the unsettled humours of the land,-
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs
To made a hazard of new fortunes here,
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parly or to fight; therefore, prepare.
K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this ex-
Aud coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O take his mother's thanks, a widow's
Till your strong hand shall help to give him
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 our's should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou has under-wrought bis 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 ;-
To make a more requital to your love.
Aust. The peace of heaven is their's, that lift These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of their swords
The Duke of Austria died some time before Richard Czur-de-hion.
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
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to hea-
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
This little abstract doth contain that large,
which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ?
K. John. From whom hast thou this great
To draw my answer from thy articles ?
K. Phi. From that supernal judge, that stirs
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right.
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy ;]
Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;
And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.
K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down.
Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? Const. Let me make answer;-thy usurping 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, As thine was to thy husband: and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, Than thou and John in manuers; being as like, As rain to water, or devil to his dam. My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think His father never was so true begot; It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father.
Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee.
Bast. Hear the crier.
Aust. What the devil art thou?
Bast. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you,
An 'a may catch your hide and yon alone.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard;
I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you
Sirrah, look to't ; i'faith, I will, i’faith.
Blanch. O well did he become that lion's
That did disrobe the lion of that robe!
Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack.
Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs
With this abundance of superfluous breath? K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do straight.
Lew. Women and fools, break off your conference.
King Jobu, this is the very sum of all,—
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy
K. John. My life as soon:-I do defy thee,
Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand;
And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more
Than e'er the coward haud of France can win :
Submit thee, boy.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child;
Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child; Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandan will Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig: There's a good grandam.
Arth. Good my another, peace!
I would that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he
weeps. Const. Now shame upon you, whe'r + she does, or no! His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor
eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd
To do him justice, and revenge on you. Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth!
• Austria wests a lion's skin.
I Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine usurp
The doininations, royalties, and rights,
Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's
Infortunate in nothing but in thee;
Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
K. John. Bedlam, have done.
Const. I have but this to say,-
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury
Her injury, the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; A plague upon her!
Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy son.
Const. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will;
A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! K. Phi. Peace, lady; pause, or be more temperate :
It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim To these ill-tuned repetitions.
Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers; let us bear them speak,
Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. Trumpets sound. Enter CITIZENS upon the
1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warned us to the walls?
K. Phi. lis France, for England.
K. John. England, for itself:
You men of Angiers, aud my loving subjects,— K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects,
Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.+
K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore,
bear us first.-
These flags of France, that are advanced bere
Before the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endanagement:
The cannous have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indiguation 'gainst your walls :
All preparation for a bloody siege,
And merciless proceeding by these French,
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates;
Aud, but for our approach, those sleeping
stones, That as a waist do girdle you about, By the compulsion of their ordnance, 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 threaten'd 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 calin words, folded up in snioke,
To make a faithless error in your ears:
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,
And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits,
Forwearied in this action of swift speed,
Crave harbourage within your city walls.
K. Phi. When I bave 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
SCENE II.-The scme.
In warlike march these greens before your Alarums and Excursions; then a Retreat.
Enter a French HERALD, uith trumpets,
to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your
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 mo-
Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow's husband grovelling lles,
Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing bauners of the French;
Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and your's,
Enter an English HERALD, with trumpets.
E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring
King John, your king and England's doth ap-
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
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,
Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up;
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;
And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,
With unback'd swords, and helmets all un-
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
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?
1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let
1 Cit. That can we not: but he that proves
To him will we prove loyal; till that time,
Have we ramm'd up our gates against the
K. John. Doth not the crown of England
prove the king?
And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,
fifteen thousand hearts of England's
Commander of this hot malicious day!
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-
Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
Our colours do return in those same hands
That is removed by a staff of France;
That did display them when we first march'd
Bast. Bastards, and else.
K. John. To verify our title with their
K. Phi. As many, and as well born bloods as
Bast. Some bastards too.
K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his
1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, 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
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 an-
Strength match'd with strength, and power con-
Both are alike: and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest; while they weigh 60
We, for the worthiest, hold the right from
K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all
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!
Bast. St. George,-that swing'd the dragon,
and e'er since,
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence 1-Sirrah, were I at home,
At your den, sirrah, [To AUSTRIA.] with your
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 PHILIP, LEWIS, AUSTRIA, and
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
In best appointment, all our regiments.
Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the
K. Phi. It shall be so :-[To LEWIS.] and at
the other bill
Command the rest to stand.-God and our right!
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 in 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
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. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory
K. John. France hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
O now doth death line his dead chaps with
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs ;
And now he feasts, mounting the flesh of men,
In undetermin'd differences of kings.-
Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ?
Cry, havoc, kings! back to the stained field,
You equal potents, flery-kindled spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit ?
K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?
1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the king.
K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his right.
And stand securely on their battlements,
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point
At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Your royal presences be rul'd by me;
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town:
By east and west let France and Eugland
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths;
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawl'd
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city:
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till unfenced desolation
That here come sacrifices for the field :
Perséver not, but bear me, mighty kings.
K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are
bent to hear.
1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
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.
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way complete:
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all If not complete, O say, he is not she;
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 of Augiers
flout you, kings;
Is near to England; Look upon the years
Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid:
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch!
If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch!
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
That done, dissever your united strengths,
And part your mingled colours once again;
Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:
Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth
Out of one side her happy minion;
To whom in favonr she shall give the day,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states?
Smacks it not something of the policy?
K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above,
I like it well;-France, shall we kuit our
And lay this Angiers even with the ground;
Then, after, fight who shall be king of it?
Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will our's, against these saucy walls:
And when that we have dash'd them to the
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell.
K. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you
K. John. We from the west will send de-
Into this city's bosom.
Aust. 1 from the north.
K. Phi. Our thunder from the south, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south: Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: [Aside.
I'll stir them to it :-Come, away, away!
1 Cit. Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe a
while to stay,
And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced
Win you this city without stroke or wound;
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds,
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he :
He is the half part of a blessed inan,
Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Oh! two such silver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
And two such shores to two such streams made
such controlling bounds shall you be,
To these two princes, if you marry them.
This union shall do more than battery can,
To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match,
With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance; but, without this
The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lious more confident, mountains and rocks
More free from motion; no, not death hims zif
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this city.
Bast. Here's a stay,
That shakes the rotten carcass of old death
Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks,
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?
He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and
He gives the bastinado with his tongne ;
Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words,"
Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.
Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this
Give with our niece a dowry large enough :
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France;
Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their
Are capable of this ambition;
Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath}
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.
1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties
This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?
K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been
To speak unto this city: What say you?
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy
Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen :
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poic
And all that we upon this side the sea
(Except this city now by us besieg'd)
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
In titles, honours, aud promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds band with any princess of the world.
K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the
Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow:
I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
Till now infixed I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
[Whispers with BLANCH.
Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of
And quarter'd in her heart!-he doth espy
Himself love's traitor: This is pity now,
That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there
In such a love, so vile a lout as he.
Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is
That I can find should merit any hate.
K. John. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece?
Blanch. That she is bound in honour
If he see aught in you, that makes him like,
That any thing he sees, which moves his liking,
1 can with ease translate it to my will;
Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
I will enforce it easily to my love.
Further I will not flatter you my lord,
That all I see in you is worthy love,
Than this, that nothing do I see in you,
(Though charlish thoughts themselves should be And this same bias, this commodity.
Let in that amity which you have made:
For at saint Mary's chapel, presently,
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.-
Is not the lady Constance in this troop?—
I know, she is not; for this match, made up,
Her presence would have interrupted much :-
Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows.
Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high-
K. Phi. 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 turn'd another
way, To our owu vantage.
K. John. We will heal up all ; or we'll create young Arthur' duke of Bre.
What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.
K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can
you love this lady?
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;
For I do love her most unfeignedly.
K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Tou-
Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee, and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.-
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
K. Phi. It likes us well;-Young princes,
close your bands.
Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well as-
That I did so, when I was first assur'd.
K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your SCENE I.-The same.-The French King's
nd earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town e make him lord of.-Call the lady Con
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our solemnity :-I trust we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in soine measure satisfy her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.
[Exeunt all but the BASTARD. The CITI-
ZENS retire from the walls.
Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad com-
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And France, (whose armour conscience buck-
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil;
That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;
That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,
of kings, of beggars, old men, young men,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling com-
Commodity, the bias of the world;
The world, who of itself is peised † well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin d aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-coucluded peace.→
And why rail I on this commodity?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels ý would salute my palm:
But for my hand, as unattempted 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 upon commodity,
Gain be my lord! for I will worship thee!
Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY.
Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a
False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be
Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again :
It is not so; thou hast mispoke, misheard;;
It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so:
I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word
Is but the vain breath of a common man :
I have a king's oath to the contrary.
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am sick, and capable || of fears;
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;