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England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
K. John. My life as soon :-I do defy thee, France,
wails These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.
[The French Trumpet sounds a Parley,
Enter CITIZENS upon the Walls. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn’d us to the walls ? K. Phil. "Tis France, for England.
K. John. England, for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects -K. Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's sub
jects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. K. John. For your advantage ;-therefore, hear us
And let us in, your King, whose labour'd spirits,
jects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me
in. Cit. That can we not: but he that
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 ?
Faul. Bastards, and else.
those, Faul. Some bastards too. K. Phil. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.
Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. K. John. Then Heaven forgive the sin of all those
souls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's King! K. Phil. Amen, amen! -Mount, chevaliers ! to
arms! [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.—Exeunt all
but AUSTRIA and FAULCONBRIDGE. Faul. Saint George, that swing’d the dragon, and
Aust. Peace; no more.
[Exeunt AUSTRIA and FAULCON BRIDGE.
Enter FRENCH HERALD with a TRUMPET, who sounds
a Parley. F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let
young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in;
Enter ENGLISH HERALD with a TRUMPET, who sounds
a Parley. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your
bells; King John, your King and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day! Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English all with purpled hands, Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes : Open your gates, and give the victors
way. 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'; Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
blows: One must prove greatest; while they weigh so even, We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
A Charge. Enter the Two Kings, with their Powers, as before. K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast
away? Say, shall the current of our right run on? K. Phil. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop
put thee down,'gainst whom these arms we bear, Or add a royal number to the dead.
Faul. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,
Cry, havoc, Kings ! back to the stained field,
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
King ? Cit. The King of England, when we know the King. K. Phil. Know him in us, that here hold up his
right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy; Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
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. Faul. By Heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout