KING PHILIP

And in good time, welcome my Lord Chattilion: What news? will John accord to our command. This bitter wind must nip some bodies spring, Sudden and brief, why so, 'tis harvest weather. But say Chattilion, what persons of account are with him? Me seems John and over-daring spirit Effect some frenzy in thy rash approach, Treading my Confines with thy armed Troops. I rather looked for some submiss reply Touching the claim thy Nephew Arthur makes To that which thou unjustly dost usurp. But heres no proof that shows your son a King. Lordings forbear, fortune is coming fast, That deeds may try what words cannot determine. And to the purpose for the cause you come. Me seems you set right in chance of war, Yielding no other reasons for your claim, But so and so, because it shall be so. So wrong shall be subornd by trust of strength: A Tyrants practice to invest himself. Where weak resistance gives wrong the way. To check the which, in holy lawful Arms, I in the right of Arthur Geffreys Son, Am come before this City of Angiers, To bar all other false supposed claim, From whence or howsoever the error springs. And in his quarrel on my Princely word, I'll fight it out unto the latest man. Summon them, I will not believe it till I see it, and when I see it I'll soon change it. They summon the Town, the Citizens appear upon the walls. Then hear me speak in the behalf of Arthur Son of Geoffrey elder Brother to John, his title manifest without contradiction to the Crown and Kingdom of Eng land, with Angiers and diverse Towns on this side the sea: will you acknowledge him your liege Lord, who speaks in my word to entertain you with all favours as bescemeth a King to his subjects, or a friend to his wellwillers: or stand to the peril of your contempt, when his title is proved by the sword. Then John I def e thee in the name and behalf of Arthur Plantagenet thy King and cousin, whose right and patrimony thou detainest, as I doubt not ere the day end in a set battle make thee confess; whereunto with a zeal to right I challenge thee. Lady, and Duke of Britain, know you both, The King of France respects his honour more, Than to betray his friends and favourers. Princess of Spain, could you affect my Son, If we upon conditions could agree? Lordings lets in, and spend the wedding day In masks and triumphs, letting quarrels cease. What King John, know you what you say, thus to blaspheme against our holy father the Pope. Now gin we broach the title of thy claim Young Arthur in the Albion Territories, Scaring proud Angiers with a puissant siege: Brave Austria, cause of Cordelions death, Is also come to aid thee in thy wars; And all our Forces join for Arthurs right. And, but for causes of great consequence, Pleading delay till news from England come, Twice should not Titan hide him in the West, To cool the fetlocks of his weary term, Till I had with and unresisted shock Controlled the manage of proud Angiers walls, Or made a forfeit of my fame to Chance.