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A68278	[The] troublesome raigne of Iohn King of England with the discouerie of King Richard Cordelions base sonne (vulgarly named, the bastard Fawconbridge): also the death of King Iohn at Swinstead Abbey. As it was (sundry times) publikely acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players, in the honourable citie of London.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593, attributed name.	1591 (1591)	STC 14644; ESTC S106391	28,605	56

Ye Citizens of Angiers are ye mute Arthur or Iohn say which shall be your King Citizen We care not which if once we knew the right But till we know we will not yeeld our right Bastard Might Philip counsell two so mightie Kings As are the Kings of England and of Fraunce He would aduise your Graces to vnite And knit your forces gainst these Citizens Pulling their battered walls about their eares The Towne once wonne then striue about the claime For they are minded to delude you both Citizen Kings Princes Lords Knights assembled here The Citizens of Angiers all by me Entreate your Maiestie to heare them speake And as you like the motion they shall make So to account and follow their aduice Iohn Philip. Speake on we giue thee leaue Citizen Then thus whereas that yong lustie knight Incites you on to knit your kingly strengths The motion cannot choose but please the good And such as loue the quiet of the State But how my Lords how should your strengths be kni● Not to oppresse your subiects and your friends And fill the world with brawles and mutinies But vnto peace your forces should be knit To liue in Princely league and amitie Doo this the gates of Angiers shall giue way And stand wide open to your harts content To make this peace a lasting bond of loue Remains one onely honorable meanes Which by your pardon I shall here display Lewes the Dolphin and the heire of Fraunce A man of noted valor through the world Is yet vnmaried let him take to wife The beauteous daughter of the King of Spaine Neere to K. Iohn the louely Ladie Blanche Begotten on his Sister Elianor With her in marriage will her vnckle giue Castles and Towers as fitteth such a match The Kings thus ioynd in league of perfect loue They may so deale with Arthur Duke of Britaine Who is but yong and yet vnmeete to raigne As he shall stand contented euerie way Thus haue I boldly for the common good Deliuered what the Citie gaue in charge And as vpon conditions you agree So shall we stand content to yeeld the Towne Arthur A proper peace if such a motion hold These Kings beare armes for me and for my right And they shall share my lands to make them friends Q. Elianor Sonne Iohn follow this motion as thou louest thy mother Make league with Philip yeeld to any thing Lewes shall haue my Neece and then be sure Arthur shall haue small succour out of Fraunce John Brother of Fraunce you heare the Citizens Then tell me how you meane to deale herein Constance Why John what canst thou giue vnto thy Neece That hast no foote of land but Arthurs right Lewes Byr Ladie Citizens I like your choyce A louely Damsell is the Ladie Blanche Worthie the heire of Europe for her pheere Constance What Kings why stand you gazing in a trance Why how now Lords accursed Citizens To fill and tickle their ambicious eares With hope of gaine that springs from Arthurs losse Some dismall Plannet at thy birthday raignd For now I see the fall of all thy hopes K. Philip Ladie and Duke of Britaine know you both The King of Fraunce respects his honor more Than to betray his friends and fauourers Princesse of Spaine could you affect my Sonne If we vpon conditions could agree Bastard Swounds Madam take an English Gentleman Slaue as I was I thought to haue mooude the match Grandame you made me halfe a promise once That Lady Blanch should bring me wealth inough And make me heire of store of English land Q. Elianor Peace Philip I will looke thee out a wife We must with pollicie compound this strife Bastard If Lewes get her well I say no more But let the frolicke Frenchman take no scorne If Philip front him with an English horne Iohn Ladie what answere make you to the King of France Can you affect the Dolphin for your Lord Blanch I thanke the King that likes of me so well To make me Bride vnto so great a Prince But giue me leaue my Lord to pause on this Least being too too forward in the cause It may be blemish to my modestie Q Elinor Sonne John and worthie Philip K. of Fraunce Doo you confer awhile about the Dower And I will schoole my modest Neece so well That she shall yéeld assoone as you haue done Constance I theres the wretch that broacheth all this ill Why flye I not vpon the Beldames face And with my nayles pull foorth her hatefull eyes Arthur Swéete Mother cease these hastie madding fits For my sake let my Grandame haue her will O would she with her hands pull forth my heart I could affoord it to appease these broyles But mother let vs wisely winke at all Least farther harmes ensue our hastie speach Philip Brother of England what dowrie wilt thou giue Vnto my Sonne in marriage with thy Neece Iohn First Philip knowes her dowrie out of Spaine To be so great as may content a King But more to mend and amplifie the same I giue in money thirtie thousand markes For land I leaue it to thine owne demaund Philip Then I demaund Volquesson Torain Main Poiters and Aniou these fiue Prouinces Which thou as King of England holdst in Fraunce Then shall our peace be soone concluded on Bastard No lesse than fiue such Prouinces at once Iohn Mother what shall I doo my brother got these lands With much effusion of our English bloud And shall I giue it all away at once Q. Elinor Iohn giue it him so shalt thou liue in peace And keepe the residue sanz ieopardie Ion Philip bring forth thy Sonne here is my Neece And here in mariage I doo giue with her From me and my Successors English Kings Volquesson Poiters Aniou Torain Main And thirtie thousand markes of stipend coyne Now Citizens how like you of this match Citizen We ioy to see so sweete a peace begun Lewes Lewes with Blanch shall euer liue content But now King Iohn what say you to the Duke Father speake as you may in his behalfe Philip K. Iohn be good vnto thy Nephewhere And giue him some what that shall please thee best John Arthur although thou troublest Englands peace Yet here I giue thee Brittaine for thine owne Together with the Earledome of Richmont And this rich Citie of Angiers withall Q. Elianor And if thou seeke to please thine Vnckle John Shalt see my Sonne how I will make of thee Iohn Now euery thing is sor●ed to this end Lets in and there prepare the mariage rytes Which in S. Maries Chappell presently Shalbe performed ere this Presence part Exeunt Ma●ent Constance Arthur Arthur Madam good chcere these drouping languishmētes Adde no redresse to salue our awkward haps If heauens haue concluded these euents To small auaile is bitter pensiuenes Seasons will change and so our present griefe May change with them and all to our reliefe Constance Ah boy thy yeares I sée are farre too greene To looke

of more hate A wrathfull doome and most vnluckie fate Deaths dish were daintie at so fell a feast Be deafe heare not its hell to tell the rest Arthur Alas thou wrongst my youth with words of feare Tis hell tis horror not for one to heare What is it man if it must needes bedon Act it and end it that the paine were gon Hubert I will not chaunt such dolour with my tongue Yet must I act the outrage with my hand My heart my head and all my powers beside To aide the office haue at once deuide Peruse this letter lines of treble woe Read ore my charge and pardon when you know Hubert these are to commaund thee as thou tendrest our quiet in minde and the estate of our person that presently vpon the receipt of our commaund thou put out the eyes of Arthur Plantaginet Arthur Ah monstrous damned man his very breath infects the elements Contagious venyme dwelleth in his heart Effecting meanes to poyson all the world Vnreuerent may I be to blame the heauens Of great iniustice that the miscreant Liues to oppresse the innocents with wrong Ah Hubert makes he thee his instrument To sound the tromp that causeth hell triumph Heauen weepes the Saints doo shed celestiall teares They feare thy fall and cyte thee with remorse They knock thy conscience moouing pitie there Willing to fence thee from the rage of hell Hell Hubert trust me all the plagues of hell Hangs on performance of this damned deede This seale the warrant of the bodies blisse Ensureth Satan chieftaine of thy soule Subscribe not Hubert giue not Gods part away I speake not onely for eyes priuiledge The chiefe exterior that I would enioy But for thy perill farre beyond my paine Thy sweete soules losse more than my eyes vaine lack A cause internall and eternall too Aduise thee Hubert for the case is hard To loose saluation for a Kings reward Hubert My Lord a subiect dwelling in the land Is tyed to execute the Kings commaund Arthur Yet God commands whose power reacheth further That no commaund should stand in force to murther Hubert But 〈◊〉 me Essence hath ordaind a law A death for guilt to keepe the world in awe Arthur I plead not guiltie treasonles and free Hubert But that appeale my Lord concernes not me Arthur Why thou art he that maist omit the perill Hubert I if my Soueraigne would remit his quarrell Arthur His quarrell is vnhallowed false and wrong Hubert Then be the blame to whom it doth belong Arthur Why thats to thee if thou as they proceede Conclude their iudgement with so vile a déede Hubert Why then no execution can be lawfull If Iudges doomes must be reputed doubtfull Arthur Yes where in forme of Lawe in place and time The offender is conuicted of the crime Hubert My Lord my Lord this long expostulation Heapes vp more griefe than promise of redresse For this I know and so resolude I end That subiects liues on Kings commaunds depend I must not reason why he is your foe But doo his charge since he commaunds it so Arthur Then doo thy charge and charged be thy soule With wrongfull persecution done this day You rowling eyes whose superficies yet I doo behold with eyes that Nature lent Send foorth the terror of your Moouers frowne To wreake my wrong vpon the murtherers That rob me of your faire reflecting view Let hell to them as earth th●y wish to mée Be darke and direfull guerdon for their guylt And let the black tormenters of deepe Tartary Vpbraide them with this damned enterprise Inflicting change of tortures on their soules Delay not Hubert my orisons are ended Begin I pray thée reaue me of my sight But to performe a tragedie indéede Conclude the period with a mortall stab Constance farewell tormentor come away Make my dispatch the Tirants feasting day Hubert I faint I feare my conscience bids desist Faint did I say feare was it that I named My King commaunds that warrant sets me frée But God forbids and he commaundeth Kings That great Commaunder counterchecks my charge He stayes my hand he maketh soft my heart Goe cursed tooles your office is exempt Cheere thée yong Lord thou shalt not loo●e an eye Though I should purchase it with losse of life Ile to the King and say his willis done And of the langor tell him thou art dead Goe in with me for Hubert was not borne To blinde those lampes that Nature pollisht so Arthur Hubert if euer Arthur be in state Looke for amends of this receiued gift I tooke my eysight by thy curtesie Thou lenest them me I will not be ingrate But now procrastination may offend The issue that thy kindnes vndertakes Depart we Hubert to preuent the worst Exeunt Enter King Iohn Essex Salisbury Penbrooke Iohn Now warlike followers resteth ought vndon That may impeach vs of foud ouersight The French haue felt the temper of our swords Cold terror keepes possession in their sowles Checking their ouerdaring arrogance For buckling with so great an ouermatch The Arche proud titled Priest of Italy That calles himselfe grand Viccar vnder God Is busied now with trentall obsequies Masse and mouths minde dirge and I know not what To ease their sowles in painefull purgatory That haue miscaried in these bloudy warres Heard you not Lords when first his holines Had tidings of our small account of him How with a taunt vaunting vpon his toes He vrdge a reason why the English Asse Disdaingd the blessed ordinance of Rome The title reuerently might I inferre Became the Kings that earst haue borne the load The slauish weight of that controlling Priest Who at his pleasure temperd them like waxe To carrie armes on danger of his curse Banding their sowles with warrants of his hand I grieue to thinke how Kings in ages past Simply deuoted to the Sea of Rome Haue run into a thousand acts of shame But now for confirmation of our State Sith we haue proynd the more than needfull braunch That did oppresse the true wel-growing stock It resteth we throughout our Territories Be reproclaimed and inuested King Pembrook My Liege that were to busie men with doubts Once were you crownd proclaimd and with applause Your ●●tie stréetes haue ecchoed to the eare God saue the King God saue our Soueraigne Iohn Pardon my feare my censure doth infer Your Highnes not deposde from Regall State Would breed a mutinie in peoples mindes What it should meane to haue you crownd againe Iohn Pembrooke performe what I haue bid thée doo Thou knowst not what induceth me to this Essex goe in and Lordings all be gon About this taske I will be crownd anon Enter the Bastard Philip what newes how doo the Abbots chests Are Friers fatter than the Nunnes are faire What chéere with Churchmen had they golde or no Tell me how hath thy office tooke effect Philip My Lord I haue performd your Highnes charge The ease bred Abbots and the bare foote Friers The Monkes the Priors and holy

Troublesome Raigne of Iohn King of England with the discouerie of King Richard Cordelions Base sonne vulgarly named The Bastard Fawconbridge also the death of King Iohn at Swinstead Abbey As it was sundry times publikely acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players in the honourable Citie of London Imprinted at London for Sampson Clarke and are to be solde at his shop on the backeside of the Royall Exchange 1591. To the Gentlemen Readers YOu that with friendly grace of smoothed brow Haue entertained the Scythian Ta●burlaine And giuen applause vnto an Infidel Vouchsafe to welcome with like curtesie A warlike Christian and your Co●ntreyman For Christs true faith indur'd he many a storme And set himselfe against the Man of Rome Vntill ase treason by a damned wight Di●● all his former triumphs put to ●ight Accept of it sweete Gentles in good sort And thinke it was preparde for your di●port The troublesome Raigne of King Iohn Enter K. Iohn Queene Elinor his mother William Marshal Earle of Pembrooke the Earles of Essex and of Salisbury Queene Elianor BArons of England and my noble Lords Though 〈◊〉 Fortune haue bereft from vs Victorious 〈…〉 scourge of Infidels And clad this 〈◊〉 in stole of dismall hieu Yet giue me leaue to ioy and ioy you all That from this wombe hath sprung a second hope A King that may in rule and vertue both Succéede his brother in his Emperie K. John My gracious mother Queene and Barons all Though farre vnworthie of so high a place As is the Throne of mightie Englands King Yet Iohn your Lord contented vncontent Will as he may sustaine the heauie yoke Of pressing cares that hang vpon a Crowne My Lord of Pembrooke and Lord Salsbury Admit the Lord Shattilion to our presence That we may know what Philip King of Fraunce By his Ambassadors requires of vs. Q. Elinor Da●e lay my hand that Elinor can gesse Whereto this w●ightie Embassade doth tend 〈◊〉 of my Nephew Arthur and his claime Then say my Sonne I haue not mist my aime Enter Chattilion and the two Earles Iohn My Lord Chattilion welcome into England How fares our Brother Philip King of Fraunce Chatt His Highnes at my comming was in health And wild me to salute your Maiestie And say the message he hath giuen in charge Iohn And spare not man we are preparde to heare Chattilion Philip by the grace of God most Christian K. of France hauing taken into his guardain and protection Arthur Duke of Brittaine son heire to Ieffrey thine elder brother requireth in the behalfe of the said Arthur the Kingdom of England with the Lordship of Ireland Poiters Aniow Torain Main and I attend thine aunswere Iohn A small request belike he makes account That England Ireland Poiters Aniow Torain Main Are nothing for a King to giue at once I wonder what he meanes to leaue for me Tell Philip he may keepe his Lords at home With greater honour than to send them thus On Embassades that not concerne himselfe Or if they did would yeeld but small returne Chatilion Is this thine answere Iohn It is and too good an answer for so proud a message Chattilion Then King of England in my Masters name And in Prince Arthur Duke of Britaines name I doo defie chee as an Enemie And wish thee to prepare for bloodie warres Q. Elinor My Lord that stands vpon defiance thus Commend me to my Nephew tell the boy That I Queene Elianor his Grandmother Vpon my blessing charge him leaue his Armes Whereto his head-strong Mother pricks him so Her pride we know and know her for a Dame That will not sticke to bring him to his ende So she may bring her selfe to rule a Realme Next wish him to forsake the King of Fraunce And come to me and to his Vnckle here And he shall want for nothing at our hands Chattilion This shall I doo and thus I take my leaue Iohn Pembrooke conuay him safely to the sea But not in hast for as we are aduisde We meane to be in Fraunce as soone as he To fortesie such townes as we possesse In Aniou Torain and in Normandy Ex●● Enter the Shriue whispers the Earle of Sals in the 〈…〉 Salisbury Please it your Maiestie heere is the 〈◊〉 Northhamptonshire with certaine persons that of late ●●mitted a riot and haue appealed to your Maiestie besee●● 〈…〉 your Highnes for speciall cause to heare them Iohn Wil them come neere and while we heare the cause Goe Salsbury and make prouision We meane with speede to passe the sea to Fraunce Say Shrieue what are these men what haue they done Or wheretoo tends the course of this appeale Shrieue Please it your Maiestie these two brethren vnnaturally falling at odds about their Fathers liuing haue broken your Highnes peace in seeking to right their own wrōgs without cause of Law or order of Iustice and vnlawfully assembled themselues in mutinous manner hauing committed a riot appealing from triall in their Countrey to your Highnes and here I Thomas Nidigate Shrieue of Northhamptonshire doo deliuer them ouer to their triall Iohn My Lord of Essex will the offenders to stand foorth and tell the cause of their quarrell Essex Gentlemen it is the Kings pleasure that you discouer your griefes dou●● not but you shall haue iustice Philip Please it your Maiestie the wrong is mine yet wil I abide all wrongs before I once open my mouth to vnrippe the shamefull slaunder of my parents the dishonour of myself the wicked dealing of my brother in this princely assembly Robert Then by my Prince his leaue shall Robert speake And tell your Maiestie what right I haue To offer wrong as he accounteth wrong My Father not vnknowen vnto your Grace Receiud his spurres of Knighthood in the Field At Kingly Richards hands in Palestine When as the walls of Acon gaue him way His name Sir Robert Fauconbridge of Mountbery What by succession from his Auncestours And warlike seruice vnder Englands Armes His liuing did amount too at his death Two thousand Markes reuenew euery yeare And this my Lord I challenge for my right As lawfull heire to Robert Fauconbridge Philip If first-borne sonne be heire indubitate By certaine right of Englands auncient Lawe How should myselfe make any other doubt But I am heire to Robert Fauconbridge Iohn Fond Youth to trouble these our Princely eares Or make a question in so plaine a case Speake is this man thine elder Brother borne Robert Please it your Grace with patience for to heare I not denie but he mine Elder is Mine elder Brother too yet in such sort As he can make no title to the Land Iohn A doubtfull tale as euer I did heare Thy Brother and thine elder and no heire Explaine this darke Aenigma Robert I graunt my Lord he is my mothers sonne Base borne and base begot no Fauconbridge Indeede the world reputes him lawfull heire My Father in his life did count him so And here my Mother stands to prooue