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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

Titan hide him in the West To coole the fet-locks of his wearie teame Till I had with an vnresisted shock Controld the mannage of proud Angiers walls Or made a forfet of my fame to Chaunce Constance May be that Iohn in conscience or in feare To offer wrong where you impugne the ill Will send such calme conditions backe to Fraunce As shall rebate the edge of fearefull warres If so forbearance is a deede well done Arthur Ah Mother possession of a Crowne is muc● And Iohn as I haue heard reported of For present vantage would aduenture farre The world can witnes in his Brothers time He tooke vpon him rule any almost raigne Then must it follow as a doubtfull poynt That hee ●eresigne the rule vnto his Nephew I rather thinke the menace of the world Sounds in his eares as threats of no estéeme And sooner would he scorne Europaes power Than loose the smallest title he enioyes For questionles he is an Englishman Lewes Why are the English péereles in compare Braue Caualiers as ere that Iland bred Haue liude and dyde and darde and done inough Yet neuer gracde their Countrey for the cause England is England yéelding good and bad And John of England is as other Iohns Trust me yong Arthur if thou like my réede Praise thou the French that helpe thee in this neede Lymoges The Englishman hath little cause I trow To spend good speaches on so proud a foe Why Arthur heres his spoyle that now is gon Who when he liude outroude his Brother Iohn But hastie curres that lie so long to catch Come halting home and meete their ouermatch But newes comes now heres the Embassadour Enter Chattilion K Philip And in good time welcome my Lord Chattilion What newes will Iohn accord to our commaund Chattilion Be I not briefe to tell your Highnes all He will approach to interrupt my tale For one selfe bottome brought vs both to Fraunce He on his part will try the chaunce of warre And if his words inferre assured truth Will loose himselfe and all his followers Ere yéeld vnto the least of your demaunds The Mother Quéene she taketh on amaine Gainst Ladie Constance counting her the cause That doth effect this claime to Albion Coniuring Arthur with a Grandames care To leaue his Mother willing him submit His state to Iohn and her protection Who as she saith are studious for his good More circumstance the season intercepts This is the summe which briefly I haue showne K. Phil. This bitter winde must nip some bodies spring Sodaine and briefe why so tis haruest weather But say Chattilion what persons of accompt are with him Chattilion Of England Earle Pembrooke and Salsbury The onely noted men of any name Next them a Bastard of the Kings deceast A hardy wilde head tough and venturous With many other men of high resolue Then is there with them Elinor Mother Queene And Blanch her Néece daughter to the King of Spaine These are the prime Birds of this hot aduenture Enter Iohn his followers Queene Bastard Earles c. K. Philip Me seemeth Iohn an ouer-daring spirit Effecte some frenzie in thy rash approach Treading my Confines with thy armed Troupes I rather lookt for some submisse reply Touching the claime thy Nephew Arthur makes To that which thou vniustly dost vsurpe K Iohn For that Chattilion can discharge you all I list not plead my Title with my tongue Nor came I hether with intent of wrong To Fraunce or thee or any right of thine But in defence and purchase of my right The Towne of Angiers which thou doost begirt In the behalfe of Ladie Constance Sonne Wheretoo nor he nor she can lay iust claime Constance Yes false intruder if that iust be iust And headstrong vsurpation put apart Arthur my Sonne heire to thy elder Brother Without ambiguous shadow of discent Is Soueraigne to the substance thou withholdst Q Elinor Misgouernd Gossip staine to this resort Occasion of these vndecided iarres I say that know to check thy vaine suppose Thy Sonne hath naught to doo with that he claymes For proofe whereof I can inferre a Will That barr●s the way he vrgeth by discent Constance A Will indéede a crabbed Womans will Wherein the Diuell is an ouerséer And proud dame Elnor sole Executresse More wills than so on perill of my soule Were neuer made to hinder Arthurs right Arthur But say there was as sure there can be none The law intends such testaments as voyd Where right discent can no way be impeacht Q Elinor Peace Arthur peace thy mother makes thee wings To soare with perill after Icarus And trust me yongling for the Fathers sake I pitie much the hazard of thy youth Constance Beshrew you els how pitifull you are Readie to weepe to heare him aske his owne Sorrow betide such Grandames and such griefe That minister a poyson for pure loue But who so blinde as cannot see this beame That you forsooth would kéepe your cousin downe For feare his Mother should be vsde too well I theres the griese confusion catch the braine That hammers shifts to stop a Princes raigne Q. Elianor Impatient frantike common slanderer Immodest Dame vnnurtred quarreller I tell thée I not enuie to thy Son But iustice makes me speake as I haue don K. Philip But heres no proof that showes your son a King K. Iohn What wants my sword shal more at large set down Lewes But that may breake before the truth be knowne Bastard Then this may hold till all his right be showne Lymoges Good wor●s sir sauce your betters are in place Bastard Not you sir doughtie with your Lions case Blanch Ah ioy betide his soule to whom that spoile belōgd Ah Richard how thy glorie hate is wrongd Lymoges Me 〈…〉 pride Richards fall Should be a president t'affright you all Bastard What words are these how doo my sinews shake My Fathers foe clad in my Fathers spoyle A thousand furies kindle with reuendge This hart that choller keepes a consistorie Searing my inwards with a brand of hate How doth Alecte whisper in mine eares Delay not Philip kill the villaine straight Disrobe him of the matchles moniment Thy Fathers triumph ore the Sauages Base heardgroome coward peasant worse than a threshing slaue What makst thou with the Trophei of a King Shams● thou not coystrell loathsome dunghill swad To grace thy carkasse with an ornament Too precious for a Monarchs couerture Scarce can I temper due obedience Vnto the p●esence of my Soueraigne From acting outrage on this trunke of hate But arme thee traytor wronger of renowme For by his soule I sweare my Fathers soule Twice will I not review the Mornings rise Till I haue torne that Trophei from thy back And split thy heart for wearing it so long Philip hath sworne and if it be not done Let not the world repute me Richards Sonne Lymoges Nay soft sir Bastard harts are not split so soone Let them reioyce that at the ende doo win And take this lesson

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 doth disagree Arthur Yet Ladies teares and cares and solemne shows Rather than helpes heape vp more worke for woes Constance If any Power will heare a widdowes plaint That from a wounded soule implores reuenge Send fell contagion to infect this Clyme This cursed Countrey where the traytors breath Whose periurie as prowd Briareus Beleaguers all the Skie with misbeliefe He promist Arthur and he sware it too To fence thy right and check thy foemans pride But now black-spotted Periure as he is He takes a truce with Elnors damned brat And marries Lewes to her louely Neece Sharing thy fortune and thy birth-dayes gift Betweene these louers ill betide the match And as they shoulder thee from out thy owne And triumph in a widowes tearefull cares So heauens crosse them with a thriftles course Is all the bloud yspilt on either part Closing the cranies of the thirstie earth Growne to a louegame and a Bridall feast And must thy birthright hid the wedding banes Poore helples boy hopeles and helples too To whom misfortune seemes no yoke at all Thy stay thy state thy imminent mishaps Woundeth thy mothers thoughts with feeling care Why lookst thou pale the colour flyes thy face I trouble now the fountaine of thy yo●th And make it moodie with my doles discourse Goe in with me reply not louely boy We must obscure this mone with melodie Least worser wrack ensue our malecontent Exeunt Enter the King of England the King of Fraunce Arthur Bastard Lewes Lymoges Co●stance Blanche Chattilion Pembrooke Salisburie and Elianor Iohn This is the day the long desired day Wherein the Realmes of England and of Fraunce Stand highly blessed in a lasting peace Thrice happie is the Bridegroome and the Bride From whose sweete Bridale such a concord springs To make of mortall foes immortall friends Constance Vngodly peace made by an others warre Philip Vnhappie peace that ties thee from reuenge Rouse thée Plantaginet liue not to see The butcher of the great Plantiginet Kings Princes and ye Peeres of either Realmes Pardon my rashnes and forgiue the zeale That caries me in furie to a deede Of high desert of honour and of armes A boone O Kings a boone doth Philip beg Prostrate vpon his knee which knee shall cleaue Vnto the superficies of the earth Till Fraunce and England graunt this glorious boone Iohn Speake Philip England graunts thee thy request Philip And Fraunce confirmes what ere is in his power Bastard Then Duke sit fast I leuell at thy head Too base a ransome for my fathers life Princes I craue the Combat with the Duke That braues it in dishonor of my Sire Your words are past nor can you now reuerse The Princely promise that reuiues my soule Whereat me thinks I see his sinnews shake This is the boon dread Lords which granted once Or life or death are pleasant to my soule Since I shall liue and die in Richards right Lymoges Base Bastard misbegotten of a King To interrupt these holy nuptiall rytes With brawles and tumults to a Dukes disgrace Let it suffice I scorne to ioyne in fight With one so farre vnequall to my selfe Bastard A fine excuse Kings if you wilbe Kings Then keepe your words and let vs combat it Iohn Philip We cannot force the Duke to fight Being a subiect vnto neither Realme But tell me Austria if an English Duke Should dare thee thus wouldst thou accept the challendge Lymoges Els let the world account the Austrich Duke The greatest coward liuing on the Earth Iohn Then cheere thee Philip Iohn will keepe his word Kneele downe in sight of Philip King of Fraunce And all these Princely Lords assembled here I gird thee with the sword of Normandie And of that land I doo inuest thee Duke So shalt thou be in liuing and in land Nothing inferiour vnto Austria Lymoges K. Iohn I tell thee flatly to thy face Thou wrongst mine honour and that thou maist see How much I scorne thy new made Duke and thee I flatly say I will not be compeld And so farewell Sir Duke of low degree Ile finde a time to match you for this geere Exit Iohn Stay Philip let him goe the honors thine Bastard I cannot liue vnles his life be mine Q. Elianor Thy forwardnes this day hath ioyd my soule And made me thinke my Richard liues in th●● K. Philip Lordings lets in and spend the wedding day In maskes and triumphs letting quarrells cease Enter a Cardynall from Rome Card. Stay King of France I charge thee ioyn not hands With him that stands accurst of God and men Know Iohn that I Pandulph Cardinall of Millaine and Legate from the Sea of Rome demaund of thee in the name of our holy Father the Pope Innocent why thou dost contrarie to the lawes of our holy mother the Church and our holye father the Pope disturbe the quiet of the Church and disanull the election of Stephen Langhton whom his Holines hath elected Archbishop of Canterburie this in his Holines name I demaund of thee Iohn And what hast thou or the Pope thy maister to doo to demaund of me how I employ mine owne Know sir Priest as I honour the Church and holy Churchmen so I scorne to be subiect to the greatest Prelate in the world Tell thy Maister so from me and say Iohn of England said it that neuer an Italian Priest of them all shall either haue tythe tole or poling penie out of England but as I am King so wil I raigne next vnder God supreame head both ouer spirituall and temrall and hee that contradicts me in this Ile make him hoppe headlesse K. Philip What King Iohn know you what you say thus to blaspheme against our holy father the Pope Iohn Philip though thou and all the Princes of Christendome suffer themselues to be abusde by a Prelates slauerie my minde is not of such base temper If the Pope will bee King in England let him winne it with the sword I know no other title he can alleage to mine inheritance Card. Iohn this is thine answere Iohn What then Card. Then I Pandulph of Padoa Legate from the Apostolik Sea doo in the name of S. Peter and his successor our holy Father Pope Innocent pronounce thee accursed discharging euery of thy subiectes of all dutie and fealtie that they doo owe to thee and pardon and forgiuenes of sinne to those or them whatsoeuer which shall carrie armes against thee or murder thee this I pronounce and charge all good men to abhorre thee as an excommunicate person Iohn So sir the more the Fox is curst the better a fares if God blesse me and my Land let the Pope and his shauelings curse and spare not Card. Furthermore I charge thée Philip King