Are capable of this ambition, Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath Cool and congeal again to what it was. Cit. Why answer not the double Majesties This friendly treaty of our threatened town? K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forward first To speak unto this city: what say you? K. John. If that the Dolphin there, thy princely son, Can in this book of beauty read, 'I love,' Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. lady's face. Look in the Lou. 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. 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 eye, Hang'd in the frowning And quarter'd in her heart! Himself love's traitor. wrinkle of her brow, - he doth espy This is pity now, That hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there should be, In such a love so vile a lout as he. Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine: If he see aught in you that makes him like, That any-thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will; Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love. Farther 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 churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, 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 still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, Prince Dolphin: can you love this lady? Lou. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly. K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did so, when I was first assur'd. K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made; The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd. I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Where is she and her son? Tell me who knows? Lou. She is sad and passionate at your Highness' tent. 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 K. John. We will heal up all; For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne, Bast. [Exeunt into the town all but the Bastard. The Citizens retire from the walls. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, Hath willingly departed with a part; And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, 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, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids, But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that; That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity,— The world, who of it self is peized well, And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: Gain, be my lord; for I will worship thee! [Exit. SCENE II. [ACT III. Sc. I.-Theobald.] The Same. The French King's Tent. CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. Const. Gone to be married? gone to swear a peace? False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to friends? be Shall Louis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard: Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, |