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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

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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
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
him so But I my Lord can prooue and doo ●uer●e Both to my Mothers shame and his reproach He is no heire nor yet legitimate Then gracious Lord let Fauconbridge enioy The liuing that belongs to Fauconbridge And let not him possesse anothers right Iohn Proue this the land is thine by Englands law Q. Elianor Vngracious youth to ●ip thy mothers shame The wombe from whence thou didst thy being take All honest eares abhorre thy wickednes But gold I see doth beate downe natures law Mother My gracious Lord you thrice reuerend Dame That see the teares distilling from mine eyes And scalding sighes blowne from a rented heart For honour and regard of womanhood Let me entreate to be commaunded hence Let not these eares receiue the hissing sound Of such a viper who with poysoned words Doth masserate the bowels of my soule Iohn Ladie stand vp be patient for a while And fellow say whose bastard is thy brother Philip Not for my selfe nor for my mother now But for the honour of so braue a Man Whom he accuseth with adulterie Here I beseech your Grace vpon my knees To count him mad and so dismisse vs hence Robert Nor mad nor mazde but well aduised I Charge thee before this royall presence here To be a Bastard to King Richards self Sonne to your Grace and Brother to your Maiestie Thus bluntly and Elianor Yong man thou néedst not be ashamed of thy kin Nor of thy Sire But forward with thy proofe Robert The proofe so plaine the argument so strong As that your Highnes and these noble Lords And all saue those that haue no eyes to see Shall sweare him to be Bastard to the King First when my Father was Embassadour In Germanie vnto the Emperour The King lay often at my Fathers house And all the Realme suspected what befell And at my Fathers back returne agen My Mother was deliuered as tis sed Sixe weekes before the account my Father made But more than this looke but on Philips face His features actions and his lineaments And all this Princely presence shall confesse He is no other but King Richards Sonne Then gracious Lord rest he King Richards Sonne And let me rest safe in my Fathers right That am his rightfull sonne and onely heire Iohn Is this thy proofe and all thou hast to say Robert I have no more nor néede I greater proofe John First where thou saidst in absence of thy Sire My Brother often lodged in his house And what of that base groome to slaunder him That honoured his Embassador so much In absence of the man to cheere the wife This will not hold proceede vnto the next Q. Elinor Thou saist she téemde six wéeks before her time Why good Sir Squire are you so cunning growen To make account of womens reckonings Spit in your hand and to your other proofes Many mischaunces hap in such affaires To make a woman come before her time Iohn And where thou saist he looketh like the King In action feature and proportion Therein I holde with thée for in my life I neuer saw so liuely counterfet Of Richard Cordelion as in him Robert Then good my Lord be you indifferent Iudge And let me haue my liuing and my right Q Elinor Nay heare you Sir you runne away too fast Know you not Omne simile non est idem Or haue read in Harke ye good sir T●was thus I warrant and no otherwise She lay with Sir Robert your Father and thought vppon King Richard my Sonne and so your Brother was formed in this fashion Robert Madame you wrong me thus to iest it out I craue my right King Iohn as thou art King So be thou iust and let me haue my right Iohn Why foolish boy thy proofes are friuolous Nor canst thou chalenge any thing thereby But thou shalt see how I will helpe thy claime This is my doome and this my doome shall stand Irreuocable as I am King of England For thou knowst not weele aske of them that know His mother and himselfe shall ende this strife And as they say so shall thy liuing passe Robert My Lord herein I chalenge you of wrong To giue away my right and put the doome Vnto themselues Can there be likelihood That she will loose Or he will giue the liuing from himselfe It may not be my Lord. Why should it be Iohn Lords keepe him back and let him heare the doome Essex first aske the Mother thrice who was his Sire Essex Ladie Margaret Widow of Fauconbridge Who was Father to thy Sonne Philip Mother Please it your Maiestie Sir Robert Fauconbridge Robert This is right aske my felow there if I be a thiefe Iohn Aske Philip whose Sonne he is Essex Philip who was thy Father Philip Ma● my Lord and thats a question and you had not taken some paines with her before I should haue desired you to aske my Mother Iohn Say who was thy Father Philip Faith my Lord to answere you sure he is my father that was néerest my mother when I was gotten him I thinke to be Sir Robert Fauconbridge Iohn Essex for fashions sake demaund agen And so an ende to this contention Robert Was euer man thus wrongd as Robert is Essex Philip speake I say who was thy Father Iohn Yong man how now what art thou in a traunce Elianor Philip awake the man is in a dreame Philip Philippus atauis a●dite Regibus What saist thou Philip sprung of auncient Kings Quo me rapit tempestas What winde of honour blowes this furie forth Or whence proeede these fumes of Maiestie Me thinkes I heare a hollow Eccho sound That Philip is the Sonne vnto a King The whistling leaues vpon the trembling trees Whistle in consort I am Richards Sonne The bubling murmur of the waters fall Records Philippus Regius filius Birds in their flight make musicke with their wings Filling the ayre with glorie of my birth Birds bubbles leaues and mountaines Eccho all Ring in mine eares that I am Richards Sonne Fond man ah whether art thou carried How are thy thoughts ywrapt in Honors heauen Forgetfull what thou art and whence thou camst Thy Fathers land cannot maintaine these thoughts These thoughts are farre vnfitting Fauconbridge And well they may for why this monnting minde Doth soare too high to stoupe to Fauconbridge Why how now knowest thou where thou art And knowest thou who expects thine answere here Wilt thou vpon a frantick madding vaine Goe loose thy land and say thy selfe base borne No keepe thy land though Richard were thy Sire What ere thou thinkst say thou art Fauconbridge John Speake man be sodaine who thy Father was Philip Please it your Maiestie Sir Robert Philip that Fauconbridge cleaues to thy iawes It will not out I cannot for my life Say I am Sonne vnto a Fauconbridge Le● land and liuing goe tis honors fire That makes me sweare King Richard was my Sire Base to a King addes title of more State Than Knights begotten though legittimate Please it
at thy foemans hand Pawne not thy life to get thy Fathers skin Blanch Well may the world speake of his knightly valor That winnes this hide to weare a Ladies fauour Bastard Ill ●ay I thriue and nothing brooke with mee If shortly I present it not to thee K. Philip Lordings forbeare fortune is comming fast That deedes may trie what words cannot determine And to the purpose for the cause you come Me seemes you set right in chaunce of warre Yeelding no other reasons for your claime But so and so because it shall be so So wrong shalbe subornd by trust of strength A Tyrants practize to inuest himselfe Where weake resistance giueth wrong the way To check the which in holy lawfull Armes I in the right of Arthur Geffreys Sonne Am come before this Citie of Angiers To barre all other false supposed clayme From whence or howsoere the error springs And in his quarrell on my Princely word Ile fight it out vnto the latest man Iohn Know King of Fraunce I will not be commaunded By any power or Prince in Christendome To yeeld an instance how I hold mine owne More than to answere that mine owne is mine But wilt thou see me parley with the Towne And heare them offer me alleageance Fealtie and homage as true liege men ought K. Philip Summon them I will not beleeue it till I see it and when I see it Ile soone change it They summon the Towne the Citizens appeare vpon the walls K. Iohn You men of Angiers and as I take it my loyall Subiects I haue summoned you to the walls to dispute on my right were to thinke you doubtfull therein which I am perswaded you are not In few words our Brothers Sonne backt with the King of Fraunce haue beleagred your Towne vpon a false pretended title to the same in defence whereof I your liege Lord haue brought our power to fence you from the Vsurper to free your intended seruitude and vtterly to supplant the foemen to my right your rest Say then who who keepe you the Towne for Citizen For our lawfull King John I was no lesse perswaded then in Gods name open your gates and let me enter Citizen And it please your Highnes we comptroll not your title neither will we rashly admit your entrance if you bee lawfull King with all obedience we keepe it to your vse if not King our rashnes to be impeached for yeelding without more considerate triall we answere not as men lawles but to the behoofe of him that prooues lawfull Iohn I shall not come in then Citizen No my Lord till we know more K. Philip Then heare me speake in the behalfe of Arthur Sonne of Geffrey elder Brother to Iohn his title manifest without contradiction to the Crowne and Kingdome of England with Angiers and diuers Townes on this side the sea will you acknowledge him your liege Lord who speaketh in my word to intertaine you with all fauours as bescemeth a King to his subiects or a friend to his wel-willers or stand to the perill of your contempt when his title is prooued by the sword Citizen We answere as before till you haue prooued one right we acknowledge none right he that tries himselfe our Soueraigne to him will we remaine firme subiects and for him and in his right we hold our Towne as desirous to know the truth as loath to subscribe before we knowe More than this we cannot say and more than this we dare not doo K. Philip Then Iohn I def●e thee in the name and behalfe of Arthur Plantaginet thy King and cousin whose right and patrimonie thou detainest as I doubt not ere the day ende in a set battell make thee confesse whereunto with a zeale to right I challenge thee K. Iohn I accept the challenge and turne the defiance to thy throate Excursions The Bastard chaseth Lymoges the Austrich Duke and maketh him leaue the Lyons skinne Bastard And art thou gone misfortune haunt thy steps And chill colde feare assaile thy times of rest Morpheus leaue here thy silent Eban caue Besiedge his thoughts with dismall fantasies And ghastly obiects of pale threatning Mors. Affright him euery minute with stear●e lookes Let shadowe temper terror in his thoughts And let the terror make the coward mad And in his madnes let him feare pursute And so in frenzie let the peasant die Here is the ransome that allayes his rage The first freehold that Richard left his sonne With which I shall surprize his liuing foes As Hectors statue did the fainting Greekes Exit Enter the Kings Herolds with Trumpets to the wals of Angiers they summon the Towne Eng. Herold Iohn by the grace of God King of England Lord of Ireland Aniou Toraine c. demaundeth once againe of you his subiects of Angiers if you will quietly surrender vp the Towne into his hands Fr. Herold Philip by the grace of God King of Fraunce demaundeth in the behalfe of Arthur Duke of Britaine if you will surrender vp the Towne into his hands to the vse of the said Arthur Citizens Herrolds goe tell the two victorious Princes that we the poore Inhabitants of Angiers require a parle of their Matesties Herolds We goe Enter the Kings Queene Elianor Blaunch Bastard Lymoges Lowes Castilean Pembrooke Salisbury Constance and Arthur Duke of Britaine John Herold what answere doo the Townsmen send Philip Will Angiers yéeld to Philip King of Fraunce En. Her The Townsmen on the wals accept your Grace Fr. Her And craue a parley of your Maiestie Iohn You Citizens of Angiers haue your eyes Beheld the slaughter that our English bowes Haue made vpon the coward frawdfull French And haue you wisely pondred therewithall Your gaine in ye●lding to the English King Philip Their losse in yéelding to the English King But Iohn they saw from out their highest Towers The Cheualiers of Fraunce and crossebow shot Make lanes of slaughtred bodies through thine hoast And are resolude to yéelde to Arthurs right Iohn Why Philip though thou brauest it fore the walls Thy conscience knowes that Iohn hath wonne the field Philip What ere my conscience knows thy Armie feeles That Philip had the better of the day Bastard Philip indéede hath got the Lyons case Which here he holds to Lymoges disgrace Base Duke to flye and leaue such spoyles behinde But this thou knewst of force to make mée stay It farde with thée as with the marriner Spying the hugie Whale whose monstrous bulke Doth beare the waues like mountaines fore the winde That throwes out emptie vessels so to stay His furie while the ship doth saile away Philip tis thine and fore this Princely presence Madame I humbly lay it at your feete Being the first aduenture I atchieud And first exployt your Grace did enioyne Yet many more I long to be enioynd Blaunch Philip I take it and I thee commaund To weare the same as earst thy Father did Therewith receiue this fauour at my hands T'incourage thee to follow Richards fame Arthur