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History of King John

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Act I, Scene 1

KING JOHN’S palace.

       
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[Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,] [p]SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON]

  • King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
  • Chatillon. Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France
    In my behavior to the majesty, 5
    The borrow'd majesty, of England here.
  • King John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
  • Chatillon. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
    Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, 10
    Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
    To this fair island and the territories,
    To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
    Desiring thee to lay aside the sword
    Which sways usurpingly these several titles, 15
    And put these same into young Arthur's hand,
    Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.
  • King John. What follows if we disallow of this?
  • Chatillon. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
    To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. 20
  • King John. Here have we war for war and blood for blood,
    Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
  • Chatillon. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
    The farthest limit of my embassy.
  • King John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: 25
    Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
    For ere thou canst report I will be there,
    The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
    So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
    And sullen presage of your own decay. 30
    An honourable conduct let him have:
    Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon.

[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE]

  • Queen Elinor. What now, my son! have I not ever said
    How that ambitious Constance would not cease 35
    Till she had kindled France and all the world,
    Upon the right and party of her son?
    This might have been prevented and made whole
    With very easy arguments of love,
    Which now the manage of two kingdoms must 40
    With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
  • King John. Our strong possession and our right for us.
  • Queen Elinor. Your strong possession much more than your right,
    Or else it must go wrong with you and me:
    So much my conscience whispers in your ear, 45
    Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.

[Enter a Sheriff]

  • Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy
    Come from country to be judged by you,
    That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men? 50
  • King John. Let them approach.
    Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
    This expedition's charge.
    [Enter ROBERT and the BASTARD]
    What men are you? 55
  • Philip the Bastard. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman
    Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son,
    As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
    A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
    Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. 60
  • King John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
    You came not of one mother then, it seems.
  • Philip the Bastard. Most certain of one mother, mighty king; 65
    That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
    But for the certain knowledge of that truth
    I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother:
    Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
  • Queen Elinor. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother 70
    And wound her honour with this diffidence.
  • Philip the Bastard. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
    That is my brother's plea and none of mine;
    The which if he can prove, a' pops me out
    At least from fair five hundred pound a year: 75
    Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land!
  • King John. A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
    Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
  • Philip the Bastard. I know not why, except to get the land.
    But once he slander'd me with bastardy: 80
    But whether I be as true begot or no,
    That still I lay upon my mother's head,
    But that I am as well begot, my liege,—
    Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!—
    Compare our faces and be judge yourself. 85
    If old sir Robert did beget us both
    And were our father and this son like him,
    O old sir Robert, father, on my knee
    I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!
  • King John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! 90
  • Queen Elinor. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face;
    The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
    Do you not read some tokens of my son
    In the large composition of this man?
  • King John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts 95
    And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
    What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
  • Philip the Bastard. Because he hath a half-face, like my father.
    With half that face would he have all my land:
    A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! 100
  • Faulconbridge. My gracious liege, when that my father lived,
    Your brother did employ my father much,—
  • Philip the Bastard. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
    Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.
  • Faulconbridge. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy 105
    To Germany, there with the emperor
    To treat of high affairs touching that time.
    The advantage of his absence took the king
    And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
    Where how he did prevail I shame to speak, 110
    But truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores
    Between my father and my mother lay,
    As I have heard my father speak himself,
    When this same lusty gentleman was got.
    Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd 115
    His lands to me, and took it on his death
    That this my mother's son was none of his;
    And if he were, he came into the world
    Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
    Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, 120
    My father's land, as was my father's will.
  • King John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
    Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
    And if she did play false, the fault was hers;
    Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands 125
    That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
    Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
    Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
    In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
    This calf bred from his cow from all the world; 130
    In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's,
    My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
    Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;
    My mother's son did get your father's heir;
    Your father's heir must have your father's land. 135
  • Faulconbridge. Shall then my father's will be of no force
    To dispossess that child which is not his?
  • Philip the Bastard. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
    Than was his will to get me, as I think.
  • Queen Elinor. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge 140
    And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,
    Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
    Lord of thy presence and no land beside?
  • Philip the Bastard. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
    And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him; 145
    And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
    My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin
    That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose
    Lest men should say 'Look, where three-farthings goes!'
    And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, 150
    Would I might never stir from off this place,
    I would give it every foot to have this face;
    I would not be sir Nob in any case.
  • Queen Elinor. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
    Bequeath thy land to him and follow me? 155
    I am a soldier and now bound to France.
  • Philip the Bastard. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
    Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,
    Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.
    Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. 160
  • Philip the Bastard. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun,
    Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. 165
  • King John. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:
    Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,
    Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet.
  • Philip the Bastard. Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:
    My father gave me honour, yours gave land. 170
    Now blessed by the hour, by night or day,
    When I was got, sir Robert was away!
  • Queen Elinor. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
    I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.
  • Philip the Bastard. Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though? 175
    Something about, a little from the right,
    In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
    Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,
    And have is have, however men do catch:
    Near or far off, well won is still well shot, 180
    And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
  • King John. Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;
    A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
    Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
    For France, for France, for it is more than need. 185
  • Philip the Bastard. Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!
    For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.
    [Exeunt all but BASTARD]
    A foot of honour better than I was;
    But many a many foot of land the worse. 190
    Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
    'Good den, sir Richard!'—'God-a-mercy, fellow!'—
    And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;
    For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
    'Tis too respective and too sociable 195
    For your conversion. Now your traveller,
    He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,
    And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
    Why then I suck my teeth and catechise
    My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,' 200
    Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,
    'I shall beseech you'—that is question now;
    And then comes answer like an Absey book:
    'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command;
    At your employment; at your service, sir;' 205
    'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:'
    And so, ere answer knows what question would,
    Saving in dialogue of compliment,
    And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
    The Pyrenean and the river Po, 210
    It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
    But this is worshipful society
    And fits the mounting spirit like myself,
    For he is but a bastard to the time
    That doth not smack of observation; 215
    And so am I, whether I smack or no;
    And not alone in habit and device,
    Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
    But from the inward motion to deliver
    Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: 220
    Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
    Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
    For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
    But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?
    What woman-post is this? hath she no husband 225
    That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
    [Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE and GURNEY]
    O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady!
    What brings you here to court so hastily?
  • Lady Faulconbridge. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he, 230
    That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
  • Philip the Bastard. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
    Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
    Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?
  • Lady Faulconbridge. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, 235
    Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
    He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.
  • Philip the Bastard. Philip! sparrow: James, 240
    There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.
    [Exit GURNEY]
    Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:
    Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
    Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast: 245
    Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,
    Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it:
    We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,
    To whom am I beholding for these limbs?
    Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. 250
  • Lady Faulconbridge. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
    That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?
    What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
  • Philip the Bastard. Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.
    What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder. 255
    But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
    I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land;
    Legitimation, name and all is gone:
    Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
    Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother? 260
  • Lady Faulconbridge. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father:
    By long and vehement suit I was seduced
    To make room for him in my husband's bed: 265
    Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
    Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
    Which was so strongly urged past my defence.
  • Philip the Bastard. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
    Madam, I would not wish a better father. 270
    Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
    And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly:
    Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
    Subjected tribute to commanding love,
    Against whose fury and unmatched force 275
    The aweless lion could not wage the fight,
    Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
    He that perforce robs lions of their hearts
    May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
    With all my heart I thank thee for my father! 280
    Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well
    When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
    Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
    And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
    If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin: 285
    Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not.

[Exeunt]