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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

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

your Grace I am King Richards Sonne Robert Robert reuiue thy heart let sorrow die His faltring tongue not suffers him to lie Mother What head-strong furie doth enchaunt my sonne Philip Philip cannot repent for he hath done Iohn Then Philip blame not me thy selfe hast lost By wilfulnesse thy liuing and thy land Robert thou art the heire of Fauconbridge God giue thee ioy greater than thy desert Q Elianor Why how now Philip giue away thine owne Philip Madame I am bold to make my selfe your nephew The poorest kinsman that your Highnes hath And with this Prouerb gin the world anew Help hands I haue no lands honour is my desire Let Philip liue to shew himselfe worthie so great a Sire Elinor Philip I think thou knewst thy Grandams minde But chéere thée boy I will not see thée want As long as Elinor hath foote of land Henceforth thou shalt be taken for my sonne And waite on me and on thine Vnckle heere Who shall giue honour to thy noble minde Iohn Philip kneele down that thou maist throughly know How much thy resolution pleaseth vs Rise vp Sir Richard Plantaginet K. Richards Sonne Phil. Graunt heauens that Philip once may shew himself Worthie the honour of Plantaginet Or basest glorie of a Bastards name Iohn Now Gentlemen we will away to France To checke the pride of Arthur and his mates Essex thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme And toward the maine charges of my warres Ile ceaze the lazie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre The Pope and Pop●li●g● shall not grease themselues With golde and groates that are the souldiers due Thus forward Lords let our commaund be done And march we forward mightely to Fraunce Exeunt Manet Philip and his Mother Philip Madame I ●eseech you deigne me so much leasure as the hearing of a matter that I long to impart to you Mother Whats the matter Philip. I thinke your sute in secret tends to some money matter which you suppose burns in the bottome of my chest Phil. No Madam it is no such sute as to beg or borrow But such a sute as might some other grant I would not now haue troubled you withall Mother A Gods name let vs heare it Philip Then Madame thus your Ladiship sees well How that my scandall growes by meanes of you In that report hath rumord vp and downe I am a bastard and no Fauconbridge This grose attaint so tilteth in my thoughts Maintaining combat to abridge my ease That field and towne and company alone Whatso I doo or wheresoere I am I cannot chase the slaunder from thy thoughts If it be true resolue me of my Sire For pardon Madame if I thinke amisse Be Philip Philip and no Fauconbridge His Father doubtles was as braue a man To you on knees as sometime Phaeton Mistrusting silly Merop for his Sire Strayning a little bashfull modestie I beg some instance whence I am extraught Mother Yet more adoo to haste me to my graue And wilt thou too become a Mothers crosse Must I accuse myself to close with you Slaunder myself to quiet your affects Thou mooust me Philip with this idle talke Which I remit in hope this mood will die Philip Nay Ladie mother heare me further yet For strong conceipt driues dutie hence awhile Your husband Fauconbridge was Father to that sonne That carries marks of Nature like the Sire The sonne that blotteth you with wedlocks breach And holds my right as lineall in discent From him whose forme was figured in his face Can Nature so dissemble in her frame To make the one so like as like may be And in the other print no character To chalenge any marke of true discent My brothers minde is base and too too dull To mount where Philip lodgeth his affects And his externall graces that you view Though I report it counterpoise not mine His constitution plaine debilitie Requires the chayre and mine the seate of ste●le Nay what is he or what am I to him When any one that knoweth how to carpe Will scarcely iudge vs both one Countrey borne This Madame this hath droue me from myselfe And here by heauens eternall lampes I sweare As cursed Nero with his mother did So I with you if you resolue me not Mother Let mothers teares quench out thy angers fire And vrge no further what thou doost require Philip Let sonnes entreatie sway the 〈◊〉 now Or els she dies Ile not infringe my vow Mother Vnhappy taske must I recount my shame Blab my misdeedes or ●y concealing die Some power strike me speechlesse for a time Or take from him awhile his hearings vse Why wish I so vnhappy as I am The fault is mine and he the faultie frute I blush I faint oh would I might be mute Philip Mother be briefe I long to know my name Mother And longing dye to shrowd thy Mothers shame Philip Come Madame come you neede not be so loth The shame is shared equall twixt vs both Ist not a slacknes in me worthie blame To be so olde and cannot write my name Good Mother resolue me Mother Then Philip heare thy fortune and my griefe My honours losse by purchase of thy selfe My shame thy name and husbands secret wrong All maind and staind by youths vnruly sway And when thou knowest from whence thou art extraught Or if thou knewst what sutes what threates what feares To mooue by loue or massacre by death To yeeld wi●h loue or end by loues contempt The mightines of him that courted me Who tempred terror with his wanton talke That something may extenuate the guilt But let it not aduantage me so much Vpbraid me rather with the Romane Dame That shed her blood to wash away her shame Why stand I to expostulate the crime With pro contra now the déede is don When to conclude two words may tell the tale That Philips Father was a Princes Son Rich Englands rule words onely terror hee For honours losse left me with childe of thee Whose Sonne thou art then pardon me the rather For faire King Richard was thy noble Father Philip Then Robin Fauconbridge I wish thee ioy My Sire a King and I a landles Boy Gods Ladie Mother the world is in my debt There's something owing to Plantaginet I marrie Sir let me alone for game Ile act some wonders now I know my name By blessed Marie Ile not sell that pride For Englands weal●h and all the world beside Sit fast the proudest of my Fathers foes Away good Mother there the comfort goes Execunt Enter Philip the French King and Lewes Limoges Constance and her sonne Arthur King Now gin we broach the title of thy claime Yong Arthur in the Albion Territories Scaring proud Angiers with a puissant siedge Braue Austria cause of Cordelions death Is also come to aide thee in thy warres And all our Forces ioyne for Arthurs right And but for causes of great consequence Pleading delay till newes from England come Twice should not