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A04520	The first and second part of 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 they were (sundry times) lately acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players. Written by W. Sh.; Troublesome raigne of John, King of England.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593, attributed name.	1611 (1611)	STC 14646; ESTC S106395	50,051	91

forces gainst these cittizens Pulling their battred wals about their eares The Towne once wonne then striue about the claime For they are minded to delude you both Citti. Kings Princes Lords Knights assembled here The Cittizens 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 Phil. Speake on we giue thee leaue Cittiz. Then thus whereas the young and lusty knight Incites you on to knit your kingly strengths The motion cannot chuse but please the good And such as loue the quiet of the State But how my Lords how shold your strengths be knit 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 Doe this the gates of Angiers shall giue way And stand wide open to your hearts content To make this peace a lasting bond of loue Remaines one onely honourable meanes Which by your pardon I shall here display Lewis the Dolphin and the heire of France A man of noted valour through the world Is yet vnmarried let him take to wife The beauteous daughter of the king of Spaine Neece to K. Iohn the louely Lady Blanch Begotten on his sister Elianor With her in marriage will her vnkle 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 young and yet vnmeet to raigne As he shall stand contented euery 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 Arth. 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. Elian. Sonne Iohn follow this motion as thou louest thy mother Make league with Philip yeeld to any thing Lewis shall haue my neece and then be sure Arthur shall haue small succour out of France Iohn Brother of France you heare the Citizens Then tell me how you meane to deale herein Const. Why Iohn what canst thou giue vnto thy Neece That hast no foote of land but Arthurs right Lew. Bi r lady Citizens I like your choyce A louely damsell is the Lady Blanch Worthy the heire of Europe for her pheere Const What kings why stand you gazing in a trance Why how now Lords accursed Cittizens To fill and tickle their ambitious eares With hope of gaine that springs from Arthurs losse Some dismall Planet at thy birth-day raign'd For now I see the fall of all thy hopes K. Phil. Ladie and Duke of Brittaine know you both The King of France respects his honor more Than to betray his friends and fauourers Princesse of Spaine could you affect my Sonne If we vpon conditions could ageee Bast Swounds Madam take an English Gentleman Slaue as I was I thought to haue moou'd 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. Elian. Peace Philip I will looke thee out a wife We must with policie compound this strife Bastar If Lewis get her well I say no more But let the frollicke Frenchman take no scorne If Philip front him with an English horne Iohn Ladie what answer make you to the K. 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 beeing too too forward in the cause It may be blemish to my modestie Q. Elinor Sonne Iohn and worthy Philip K. of France Do you confer awhile about the Dower And I will schoole my modest Neece so well That she shall yeeld as soone as you haue done Constance I there 's the wretch that brocheth all this il Why flie I not vpon the Beldams face And with my nayles pull forth her hatefull eyes Arthur Sweet mother cease these hastie madding fits For my sake let my Grandam 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 speech Phil. 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 mor ey thirtie thousand markes For land I leaue it to thine owne demand Phil. Then I demand Volquesson Torain Main Poiters and Aniou these fiue Prouinces Which thou as King of England holdst in France Then shall our peace be soone concluded on Bast No lesse then fiue such Prouinces at once Iohn Mother what shal I do my brother got these lands With much effusion of our English bloud And shall I giue it all away at once Q. Elin. Iohn giue it him so shalt thou liue in peace And keepe the residue sans ieopardie Iohn Philip bring foorth thy sonne here is my neece And here in marriage I do giue with her From me and my successors English Kings Volquesson Poiters Aniou Torain Main And thirtie thousand markes of stipend coyne Now cittizens how like you of this match Cittiz. We ioy to see so sweete a peace begun Lewis Lewis with Blanch shall euer liue content But now King Iohn what say you to the Duke Father speake as you may in his behalfe Phil. K. Iohn be good vnto thy Nephew here And giue him somewhat that shall please you best Iohn Arthur although thou troublest Englands peace Yet here I giue thee Brittaine for thine owne Together with the Earledome of Richmont And this rich cittie of Angiers withall Q. Elian. And if thou seeke to please thine Vncle Iohn Shalt see my sonne how I will make of thee Iohn Now euery thing is sorted to this end Le ts in and there prepare the marriage rites Which in S. Maries Chappell presently Shall be performed ere this Presence part Exeunt Manent Constance Arthur Art Madam good cheere these drouping languishments Adde no redresse to salue our awkward haps If heauens haue concluded these euents To small auaile is bitter pensiuenesse Seasons will change and so our present greefe May change with them and all to our releefe Const Ah boy thy yeares I see are farre too greene To looke into the bottome of these cares But I who see the poyse that weigheth downe Thy weale my wish and all the willing meanes Wherewith thy fortune and thy fame should mount What ioy what ease what rest can lodge in me With whom all hope and hap doe disagree Arth. Yet Ladies teares and cares and solemn shewes Rather then

giue the salue To cure the hurt else quite incurable Thy sinnes are farre too great to be the man T' abolish Pope and Poperie from thy Realme But in thy Seate if I may guesse at all A King shall raigne that shall suppresse them all Peace Iohn here comes the Legate of the Pope Dissemble thou and whatsoere thou sai'st Yet with thy heart wish their confusion Enter Pandulph Pand. Now Iohn vnworthy man to breath on earth That do'st oppugne against thy mother Church Why am I sent for to thy cursed selfe Iohn Thou man of God Vicegerent for the Pope The holy Vicar of S. Peters Church Vpon my knees I pardon craue of thee And doe submit me to the sea of Rome And vow for penance of my high offence To take on me the holy Crosse of Christ And carry Armes in holy Christian warres Pand. No Iohn thy crowching and dissembling thus Cannot deceiue the Legate of the Pope Say what thou wilt I will not credite thee Thy Crowne and Kingdome both are tane away And thou art curst without redemption Iohn Accurst indeed to kneele to such a drudge And get no help with thy submission Vnsheathe thy sword and sley the misprowd priest That thus triumphs ore thee a mightie King No Iohn submit againe dissemble yet For Priests and Women must be flattered Yet holy Father thou thy selfe dost know No time too late for sinners to repent Absolue me then and Iohn doth sweare to do The vttermost what euer thou demaundst Pandulph Iohn now I see thy hearty penitence I rew and pitty thy distrest estate One way is left to reconcile thy selfe And onely one which I shall shew to thee Thou must surrender to the sea of Rome Thy Crowne and Diadem then shall the Pope Defend thee from th' inuasion of thy foes And where his Holinesse hath kindled Fraunce And set thy subiects hearts at warre with thee Then shall he curse thy foes and beate them downe That seeke the discontentment of the King Iohn From bad to worse or I must loose my realme Or giue my Crowne for penance vnto Rome A miserie more piercing than the darts That breake from burning exhalations power What shall I giue my Crowne with this right hand No with this hand defend thy Crowne and thee What newes with thee Enter Messenger Please it your Maiestie there is descried on the coast of Kent an hundred Sayle of Ships which of all men is thought to be the French fleet vnder the conduct of the Dolphin so that it puts the countrey in a mutiny so they send to your Grace for succour K. Ioh. How now Lord Cardinal what 's your best aduise These mutinies must be allaid in time By policy or headstrong rage at least O Iohn these troubles tyre thy wearied soule And like to Luna in a sad Eclipse So are thy thoughts and passions for this newes Well may it be when Kings are grieued so The vulgar sort worke Princes ouerthrowe Card. K. Iohn for not effecting of thy plighted vow This strange annoyance happens to thy Land But yet be reconcil'd vnto the Church And nothing shall be grieuous to thy state Ioh. On Pandulph be it as thou hast decreed Iohn will not spurne against thy sound aduise Come le ts away and with thy helpe I trow My Realme shall flourish and my Crowne in peace Enter the Nobles Pembrooke Essex Chester Bewchampe Clare with others Pemb. Now sweet S. Edmund holy Saint in heauen Whose Shrine is sacred high esteem'd on earth Infuze a constant zeale in all our hearts To prosecute this act of mickle weight Lord Bewchampe say what friends haue you procur'd Bewch. The L. Fitz Water L. Percie and L. Rosse Vow'd meeting here this day the leuenth houre Essex Vnder the cloke of holy pilgrimage By that same houre on warrant of their faith Philip Plantagenet a bird of swiftest wing Lord Eustauce Vescy Lord Cressy and Lord Mowbrey Appointed meeting at S. Edmunds shrine Pemb. Vntill their presence I le conceale my tale Sweet complices in holy Christian acts That venture for the purchasse of renowne Thrice welcome to the league of high resolue That pawne their bodies for their soules regard Essex Now wanteth but the rest to end this worke In Pilgrimes habite comes our holy troupe A furlong hence with swift vnwoonted pace May be they are the persons you expect Pemb. With swift vnwoonted gate see what a thing is zeale That spurs them on with feruence to this shrine Now ioy come to them for their true intent And in good time here come the war-men all That sweat in body by the minds disease Hap and hearts-ease braue Lordings be your lot Enter the Bastard Philip c. Amen my Lords the like betide your lucke And all that trauell in a Christian cause Essex Cheerely repli'd braue branch of Kingly stocko A right Plantagenet should reason so But silence Lords attend our commings cause The seruile yoke that pained vs with toyle On strong instinct hath fram'd this conuenticle To ease our neckes of seruitudes contempt Should I not name the foeman of our rest Which of you all so barren in conceipt As cannot leuell at the man I meane But lest Enigma's shadow shining truth Plainely to paint as truth requires no art Th' effect of this resort importeth this To root and cleane extirpate tyrant Iohn Tyrant I say appealing to the man If any here that loues him and I aske What kindship lenitie or Christian raigne Rules in the man to barre this soule impeach First I inferre the Chesters banishment For reprehending him in most vnchristian crimes Was speciall notice of a tyrants will But were this all the diuell should be sau'd But this the least of many thousand faults That circumstance with leisure might display Our priuate wrongs no parcell of my tale Which now in presence but for some great cause Might wish to him as to a mortall foe But shall I close the period with an act Abhorring in the eares of Christian men His cousins death that sweet vnguiltie child Vntimely butcherd by the tyrants meanes Here are my proofes as cleere as grauel brooke And on the same I further must inferre That who vpholds a tyrant in his course Is culpable of all his damned guilt To shew the which is yet to be describ'd My Lord of Pembrooke shewe what is behinde Onely I say that were there nothing else To mooue vs but the Popes most dreadfull curse Whereof we are assured if we faile It were enough to instigate vs all With earnestnesse ofsprite to seeke a meane To dispossesse Iohn of his regiment Pemb. Well hath my Lord of Essex told his tale Which I auerre for most substantiall truth And more to make the matter to our minde I say that Lewis in challenge of his wife Hath title of an vncontrouled plea To all that longeth to our English crowne Short tale to make the Sea Apostolike Hath offerd dispensation for the fault If any be as trust me