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Henry II. by Rosamond Clifford.
to KING JOHN. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Baftard, and
ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE. Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Messengers, Sol
diers, and other Attendants. The SCENE-Sometimes in ENGLAND ; and sometimes in
This Play, written about the year 1596, is founded on the British Chroniclers, whom our Author follows closely, not only in the detail of facts, but sometimes in the very expressions. The action of it begins at the 34th year of the King's life, and comprehends an interval of about seventeen years. There is an old play in two parts by C. Marlow, of the same title, to which Shakspeare is somewhat indebted.
SCEN E I.
Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, and Salif
bury, with Chatillon. K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France
with us? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, 'In my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
In my behaviour,]-In the character, or manner I here affume; in my address as his ambassador.
Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, To inforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controulment for cantroulment; so answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my embally. :
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canft 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.An honourable conduct let him have ; Pembroke, look to't :-Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt Chat, and Pem. Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, '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 With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.
Eli. Your strong poffeffion, much more than your right; Or else it must go wrong
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy,
controul]-oppofition, hostility; constraint, compulfion. • Which now the manage, &c.]-Which now must be brought to a bloody iffue by the exertions of two contending kingdoms.
K. John. Let them approach. [Exit Sheriff Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay Re-enter Sheriff with Robert Faulconbridge, and Pbilip, bis
This expedition's charge.—What men are you?
Pbil. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
K. John. What art thou ?
K. Jobn. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ?
Phil. Most certain of one mother, mighty king,
put you o’er to heaven, and to my mother ; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy
mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Pbil. 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 : Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! K. John. A good blunt fellow :—Why, being younger
Phil. I know not why, except to get the land.
That still I'lay upon my mother's head;
son In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Pbil. Because he hath a half-face, like my father ; With that half-face would he have all my land : A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father livid, , Your brother did employ my father much ;
Phil. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my
da trick]—the air or fashion; striking resemblance, or such pecu. liarity of feature as the flightest outline may exhibit.
ALL's Weli that Ends WELL, Vol. II. p. 371. Hil. • balf-fai'd groar ]-which bore the king's head in profile---alluding to Robert's meagre visage.