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The wood began to move.

Macb, Liar, and slave !

[Strthnffhim,

Mesa. Let me endure yonr wrath if 't be not so;
Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
I say, a moving grove.

Macb. If thou speak'st false.

Upon the next tree shalt thou bang alive,
Tul famine cling thee : if thy speech bo sooth,
I care n^t if thou dost for me as much. —
I pall in resolution; and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth : *' Fear not, till Bimam wood
Do come to Dunsinane ;"— and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane — Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I *gin to be a-weary of the stm,
And w ish the estate o* the world were now undone. —
Ring the alarum-l>ell : — Blow wind I come wrack I
At least well die with harness on our back.

[Exeunt.

SCENE YI — The mane. A Bain hefare the
Castle.

Enter^ with drums and cobwn^ JAkUyoiiMy old
81WARD, Hacduff, Scy attd their Army^ with



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MaL Now, near enough; your leavy screens
throw down,
Andsbow like those you are : — You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cou<in, your right noble son,
Lead our fir»t battle : wortliy Macduflf, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.

J^uK Fare you well.—

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night.
Let us be beaten if we caimot AkIi^*
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak ; give them
all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
[ExewU, Marums contimicd,

SCENE YIL—The same. Another vart of the

PUan.

Enter Maobkth.

Madb. They have tied iiiu to a stake; I cannot fly.
Bat* bear-like, I must fight the oourso.— What's ha



That was not bom of woman ? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

Enter Young Siwabd*
To. JXw. What is thy name ?
Madb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it

Yo. 8i». No; though thou oallst thyself t
hotter name
Than any is in hdl.
Mad), lAj name's Macbeth.

Yo, Siw. The devil himself oould not pronounce
a title
More hateful to mine ear.
Macb. No, nor more fearfuL

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant ; with ray
sword
111 prove the lie thou speak'st

[TJteyJig/it^ and young Siwabo tiv sUoa
Madb, Thou wast born of woman.^

But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn.
Brandished by man that's of a woman bom. [EacU.

Alarums. Enter Macduff.

Maed, That way the noise is :— Tyrant, show

thy face :
If thou be*st slain, and with no stroke of mine.
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still,
i cannot strike at wretched kemes, whose arm^
Are hir*d to boar their staves; either thou

Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheathe again undecded. There thou should'st be ;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune !
And more I beg not [Exit. Alarum.

Enter Maloolu and old Siwabd.

SiuK This way, my lord;— the castle's gently
render'd :
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight ;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;
The day almost itself professes yours.
And little is to do.

MaL We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

SivK Enter, sir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

Be-enter Macbeth.

Madt. Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and
die
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

Be-enter Macduff

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Madb. Of all men else I have avoided thee;
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd
With blood of thine already.

Mood. I have no words.

My voice is in my sword ; thou bloodier villain
Than terras can give thee out [ They fight

Madb. 'Thou losest labour :

As easy mayst thou the intrendmnt air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed :
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; ^
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman bora.

Macd. Despair thj charm ;

And let the angel whom thou still hast serv'd
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Madb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me S9
For it h.th ooWd my b.Bto^i|^o<3C5oQle



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And be these jnfzrgHiig flendfl no more beliey'd^
That ualter with us in a double sense ;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.— Ill not fight with thee.

McuxL Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o* the time.
Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,
** Here maj you see the tyrant."

Madf, I will not yield,

To kiss the gronnd before young Malcolm's fet^t.
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Bimam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou Qppos'd, being of no woman bom,
Yet I will try the last : Before my body
I throw mv warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;
And damned be he that first cries, '* Hold, enotig-h.''
[Exeunty Ju/htinj,

Beireat, Flourish, JSe-entery with drum and colours,
Malcolm, old Siward, iiossE, Lenox, Angus,
CATUNE88, Menteth, oTul Soldiers.

HaL I would the friends we miss were safe
arriv'd.

Sko, Some must ^ off; and yet, by these I see.
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

JudL Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Soeae. Yonr son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
debt :
He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd,
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

Sno. Then he is dead ?

Boue. Ay, and brought off the field : yonr cause
of sorrow
Most not be measur'd by his worth, for thea
It hath no end.

Sko. Had he his hurts before?

Boue. A7, on the front



MACBETH.



8no. Why, then, Gh>d% soldier be he

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so liis knell is knoird.

Mai. He's worth more sorrow,

And that 111 spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more ;

They say, he parted well, and paid his score :
And 80, God be with him I— Here comes nowei
comfort.

Be-enter Macduff, 101^ MACBBTH'b head,

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold

where st'inds
The usurper's cursed head : the time is free :
I see thee corapass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds ;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, —
Hail, King of Scotland 1
AIL King of Scotland, haU !

[Mouruh,
MaL We shall not spend a large expense ol

time.
Before we reckon with yonr several loves.
And make us even with you. My thanes and

kinsmen.
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time, —
As calling home oiir exil'd friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this doad butcher, and his fiend*like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life ;— this, and what needful else
Tliat calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So tlianks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown 'd at Scone.

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DRAMATIS PERSONS.



Archduke of AUBTBlJL

Oardiiua PAVDULPfl, Ui« Pope's legftU.

MELUN. a French lord.

OHAXmOH. »mbMHulor from Pnace to Xlnc Joha.

BIINOft, the widow of Xl]i« Henry XL, Mid mother of Hbc

OOirSTAirCB.motlijrtoArthmr.
BLANOH, davihtar to Alphoaeo, Snc of OMtlto, and meco to

Lady FAVLOOMBRIDGB. mother to Um Baelard and Xohert

Faulconbrld|^

I«rdL Ladles, attseni of An«len, Shorifl. Beraldi, Ofloen,

Boldlera, Meieenfora, and ot " - — '"



BOElIS^Bomettmea In England ; lometlmee in FTanoa.



ACT I.



SCENE L— Northampton. A Boom of State in
the Palace,

Enter King John, Qaeen Elinor, Pembroke,
Essxx, Sausburt, cmd others^ wUh Chatillon.

King John. Now say, Chatillon, what woald
France with ns?

OhoL Thos, after greeting, speaks the King of
France,
In my behayiour, to the majesty.
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

EU. A strange beginning ;^borrow'd majesty I

K. John, Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Chat, Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffirey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawfiil claim
To this fair island, and the territories ;
To IreUnd, Poictiera, Anjon, Touraine, Maine :
Deriring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways osurpingly these seyeral titles ;
And pot the same mto yonng Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew and right royal soverei^.

K, Joh$i, What follows if we disallow of thl^?

ChaL The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

K. John, Here haye we war for war, and blood
for blood,
Controlment for oontrolment : so answer France.

Ohat, Then take my king*8 defiance from my
mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.

K,John, Bear minetohim,and so depart in peace:
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere tlron canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
So, hence 1 Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And snllen presage of your own decay.
An hoDOnrable conduct let him haye :~
Pembroke, look to*t : Farewell, Chatillon.

[Exeunt Chat, and Pem.

EU. What now, my son? have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon tbe riicht and party of her ion?



This might hmye been prevented, and made whole.
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K. John. Our strong possession, and our right,
for us.

EU, Tour strong possession much mora than
yonr right ;
Or else it must go wrong with yon and me :
So much my conscience whispers in your ear;
Which none but Heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, uho
toMspers EaSEX.

Eesex, My liege, here is the strangestoontrovermr,
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men?

K John. Let them approach. [Eaeit J&hentt^
Our abbeys and onr priories shall pay
B&enter Sheriff, toUh Robert FAULOOHBEiDeB,

and Philip, hii battard brother.
This expedition's charge. — What men are you ?

Bast. Tour faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Bom in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son.
As I suppoee^ to Robert Faulconbridge;
A soldier, by the hononr-givinff hana
Of C<BmMle*Lion knighted in the field.

K,John. What art thou?

Rob. The son and heir to thatsame Faulconbridge.

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother, then, it seems.

Bast, Most certain of one mother, mighty king,
That is well known : and, as I tliink, one iathor:
But for the certain knowledge of that truth,
I put you o'er to Heaven, and to my mother:
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

EU. Out on thee, rude man 1 thou doet shame
thy mother.
And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it ;
That is my brother^s plea, and none of mine;
The which, if he can prove, *a pops me out
At least from fiur five hundred pound a-year
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K^Jdfm, A good blunt fellow ^—Wh7, being

Sounger born,
17 claim to thine inheritance?
BasL I know not wh/, except to get the land.
But once he slandered me with bastardy :
But wher I be as true begot or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head ;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
fFair fall the bones that took the pains for me I)
Conmare our faces, and be jud^ yourself.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both.
And were our futher, and thu son, like him,—

old Sir Robert, father, on my knee,

1 give Heaven thanks I was not like to thee.

K, John, Why, what a madcap hath Heaven
lent us here I

Eli, He hath a trick of CosoiKle-Lion^ fiue;
The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
Do YOU not read some tokens of my son
In the large eompoeition of this man ?

if. John, Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim vour brother's land?

Bast, Because he hai h a half-f^oe like my father;
With that half-fiioe would he have all my land :
A half-fac*d groat five hundred pound a year I

Bob, My g^radous liege, when that my fatherliv*d.
Your brother did employ my &ther much : —

Bast, Well, sir, by this you cannot get my laud:
Tour tale must be how he employed my mother.

Bab. And once desi)atch*d him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor.
To treat of nigh affidrs touching that time :
111' advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn 'd at my father's ;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak :
But truth i^ truth ; larffe lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay, —
As I have heard my father speak himself^—
When this same lusty gentleman was got
Upon his death-bed he by will beqveath'd
fits lauds to me ; and took it, on his death.
That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And, if be were, he came into the world
FuU fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, eood my liege, let me have what is mine,
My fiither's land, as was my father's will.

JT. John, Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ;
Tour father's wife did after wedlock b.^ar him :
And, if she did play false, the fkult was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother.
Who, as you sav, took pains to get this son.
Had of your father claim 'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, ^our father might have kept
This calf, ored from his cow, fh>m all the world ;
In sooth, he might : then, if he were my brother's.
My brother might not duim him ; nor your father,
Being none of his, refusti him : This concludes :
My mother's son did get your father's heir ;
Tour father's heir ma«t have vour father's land.

Bob, Shall then m^ father^ will be of no force,
To dispossess that child which is not his?

Boat, Of no more force to dispossess me, sir.
Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Slu Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulcon-
bridge.
And like thy brother to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Cceur-de-Lion,
Lord of tov uresence, and no land beside?

Batt, Maoam, an if my brother had my shape.
And I had his. Sir Robert his, like him :
Aad if my legs were two such riding-rods ;



JOHN.

My arms sueh eel-ekins stufTd ; my fu» to thin.

Tliat in mine ear I durst not stick a rose.

Lest men shuuld say. Look, where three-fiuthing.

goes;
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face ;
I would not be Sir Nob in any case-

EU, I like thee well: WUt thou forsake thy
fortune,
Beqoeath thy land to him, and fbllow me ?
1 am a soldier, and now bound to France.

Ba$L Brother, take you my land. 111 take my
chance:
Tour &ce bath got five hundred pound a-year ;
Tet sell your face for five-pence, and 'tis dear.
Madam. Ill follow you unto the death.

EU, Nay, I would have you go before me
thither.

Ba$t, Our country manners give oar betters

K, John. What is thy name?

Boat, Philip, m^ liege; so is my name begun ;
Philip, ffood old Sir Robert's wifes eldest son.

K, Jvm, From henceforth bear his name whose
form thou bearest :
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great ;
Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet

Bast, Brother, by the mother^ side, give me
your hand :
My father gave me honour, yours gave land
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day.
When I was got. Sir Robert was away.

EU, The very spirit of Plantaeenetl
I am thy erandame, Ridiard; call me so.

Bast, Madam, by chance, but not hj truth:
What though?
Something about, a little firom the right,

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch ;
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night:

And have his have, however men do catch :
Near or far off, well won is still well shot ;
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

K,J6hn, Go, Fauloonbridge; now hast thou
thv desire,
A Undless knight makes thee a landed aqmre. —
Gome, madam, and oome, Richard ; we must speed
For France, for France : for it is more than need.

Bast, Brother, adieu ; Good fortune oome to thee !
For thou wast g^t i' the way of honesty.

[J2a!tm< oQ 6ti< Me Bastard
A foot of honour better than I was ;
But many a foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
Good den. Sir Richard, — God-a-mercYj fisllow ,
And if his name be George, 111 call bum Peter :
For new-made honour dodi for^t men's names;
Tis too respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller.
He and his toothpick at my worship's mess.
And when my knightly stomach is snffie'd.
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise

My picked man of countries: My dear sir

(Thus, leanins on my elbow, I beg[in]
I shall beseech you— That is question now:
And then comes answer like an Absey book.
0, sir, says answer, at your best command ;
At your employment ; at your service, sir :
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at vonrs:
And so, ere answer knows what question wooldi
Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps and ApenniiMB,
The Pyrcnean, and the river Po^^ ^ t

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It dinwi toward supper in conoItuioD so.
Bat this is worshipful societj,
And fits the mounting spirit like mTself:
For he is bat a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation
(And so am 1, whether I smack, or no) ;
And not alone in habit and devicot
Exterior form, ()utward accoutrement ;
Bat from the inward motibn to deliver
Bweet, sweet, sweet noison for the age's tooth :
Which, thoagh I will not practise to deceive,
Yet to avoid deceit I mean to learn ;
Por it shidl strew the footsteps of my rbing.—
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman-post b this ? hath she no hasband,
That wUI take pains to blow a horn before her ?

AtsrLadjFAULOONBRiDOB omf Jamxs Gurkbt.

me I it is my mother :— How now, ^od lady ?
What bringsyoa here to court so liastily ?

LadyF, Where is that slave, thy brother?
where is he ?
That holds in chase mine honour up and down ?

Bast. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's son ?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Lb it Sir Robert's son tlmt you seek so?

Lady F. Sir Robert's son I Ay, thou unreverend
boy,
Su- Robert's son : Why sooms^t thou at Sir Robert ?
He is Sir Robert's son ; and so art thou.

BagL James Gumey, wilt thou give nt leave a
while?

Owr. Good leave, good Philip.

Bati. Philip ?— sparrow I— James,

Iliere's toys abrotd ; anon 111 tell thee more.

[Exit Gumey.
Madam, I was not old Sir Robert*^ son ;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good- Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well ; Marry — to confess —
Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it ;
Wekuow his handiwork:— Therefore, goodmother,



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To whom am I beholden for these Hmbe ?
Sir Robert never hulp to make this leg.

Ladu F, Hast thou conspired with thy brother toa
That tor thine own gain shouldst defend mine

honour ?
What means this scorn, thou most mitoward knave ?

Bast, Knight, knight, good mother,— Basilisco-
like:
What I I am dubb'd ; I have it on my shoulder*
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son ;
I have dbclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land \
Legitimation, name, and all is gone :
Then, good my mother, let me know my father •
Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother?
LadyF. Hast thou denied thyselfa Faulconbrldge?
Bast As faithfully as i deny the devil.
LadyF. King Richard CcBur^e-Lion was thy

&ther :
By long and vehement suit I was seduo'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed.
' Heaven I lay not my transgression to my charge,
That art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.

BasL Now, by tins light, were I to get again
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly :
Needs must you lay your heart at hb dispose, —
Subjected tribute to commanding love,—
Against whose fury and unmatched force %
The awless lion could not wage the fight.
Nor keep hb princely heart from Richard's hind.
Ho that perforce robs lions of their hearts.
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother.
With all my heart I thank thee for my father !
Who lives and dares but sa^ thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin ;

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin :

Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.

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ACT IL



dCENE I.— France. B^fcre the WaUsrfAn^en.

Enter on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and
Forces ; on (he oUter^ Philip, Kmg of France^ ami
Forces', Lewis, Comstancb, Arthur, and
Attendants.

Lew, Before Anglers well met, brave Austria.
Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
Richara, that robb'd the lion of hb heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By thb brave duke came earl^ to his grave:
Aiid, for amends to hb posterity.
At our importance hither b he come,
To spread his colours, boy^ in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, Englbh John ;
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Arth, God shall forgive you Ccour-de- Lion *s death ,
The rather, that you give hb offspring life.
Shadowing their right under your wings of war :
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

Lew. A noble boy 1 Who would not do tliee
right?

Aust, Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiFS»
As seal to this indentiire of my love ;



That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-&c'd shore.
Whose foot spnms back the ocean's roaring tides.
And ooops fiom other lands her blanders.
Even till that England, hcdg'd in with the main.
That water- walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes.
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fiiir boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O, take hb mother's thanks, a widowls

thanks.
Till your strong hand shall help to give him

strength,
To make a more requital to your love.
AttsL The peace of heaven b theirs that lift

their swords
In such a just and charitable war.
K, PhL Well then, to work ; our cannon sliall

be bent
Against the brows of this resbting town.
Call for our chiefest men of discipline.
To cnll the plots of best advantages :
Well lay before this town our royal bonce,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's
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Uonst. Stay for an answer to jonr embassy,
Lest unadvis d voa stain your swords with blood :
My Lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right iu peace, which here we ui^e in war ;
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

Enter Chatillon.

K, Phu A wonder, lad^I— lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arrived. —
"What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee ; Chaiillon, speak.

Chat, Then turn your foroes from this paltry
siege,
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Uath put himself in arms : tiie adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have stay d, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I:
^is nuirchcs are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An At^, stirring him to blood and strife ;
With her, her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain ;
With them a bastard of the king's deceased :
And all the unsettled humours of the land, —
Rash, inconsiderate, faery voluntaries.
With ladies* faces, and norce dragons* spleens, —
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Befring their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In bi ief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er.
Did never float upon the swelling tide.
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums

[Drttnubeat,
Guts off more circumstanoe: They are at hand
To parley or to fight; therefore, prejuire.

K.Fm, Uow much anlook'd-for is this expe-
dition I

Au$, By how much nnexpected. by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
Let them be welcome then, we are prepared.

Enter King John, Eltnob, Blanch, the Bastard,
Pembroke, and Forcee,



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