King John(约翰王)

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KING JOHN

William Shakespeare

William ShakespeareWilliam Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

1597

KING JOHN

ACT I.

KING JOHN

SCENE 1

KING JOHN's palace

Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,

SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON

KING JOHN. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

CHATILLON. Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France In my

behaviour to the majesty, The borrowed majesty, of England here.

ELINOR. A strange beginning- 'borrowed majesty'! KING JOHN. Silence,

good mother; hear the embassy. CHATILLON. Philip of France, in right

and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Arthur Plantagenet,

lays most lawful claim To this fair island and the territories, To Ireland,

Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Desiring thee to lay aside the sword

Which sways usurpingly these several titles, And put the same into young

Arthur's hand, Thy nephew and right royal sovereign. KING JOHN. What

follows if we disallow of this? CHATILLON. The proud control of fierce

and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. KING JOHN.

Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controlment for

controlment- so answer France. CHATILLON. Then take my king's

defiance from my mouth- The farthest limit of my embassy. KING JOHN.

Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace; Be thou as lightning in the eyes

of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there, The thunder of my

cannon shall be heard. So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And

sullen presage of your own decay. An honourable conduct let him have-

Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon. Exeunt CHATILLON and

PEMBROKE ELINOR. 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 the right and party of her son? This might have been

prevented and made whole With very easy arguments of love, Which now

the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

KING JOHN. Our strong possession and our right for us! ELINOR. Your

strong possession much more than your right, Or else it must go wrong

with you and me; So much my conscience whispers in your ear, Which

none but heaven and you and I shall hear.

KING JOHN

Enter a SHERIFF

ESSEX. My liege, here is the strangest controversy Come from the

country to be judg'd by you That e'er I heard. Shall I produce the men?

KING JOHN. Let them approach. Exit SHERIFF Our abbeys and our

priories shall pay This expedition's charge.

Enter ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE and PHILIP, his bastard brother

What men are you? BASTARD. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman

Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son, As I suppose, to Robert

Faulconbridge- A soldier by the honour-giving hand Of Coeur-de-lion

knighted in the field. KING JOHN. What art thou? ROBERT. The son and

heir to that same Faulconbridge. KING JOHN. Is that the elder, and art

thou the heir? You came not of one mother then, it seems. BASTARD.

Most certain of one mother, mighty king- That is well known- and, as I

think, one father; 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.

ELINOR. Out on thee, rude man! Thou dost shame thy mother, And

wound her honour with this diffidence. BASTARD. 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 fair five hundred pound a year.

Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land! KING JOHN. A good

blunt fellow. Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine

inheritance? BASTARD. I know not why, except to get the land. But once

he slander'd me with bastardy; But whe'er 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-

Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!- Compare our faces and be

judge yourself. If old Sir Robert did beget us both And were our father,

and this son like him- O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee I give heaven

thanks I was not like to thee! KING JOHN. Why, what a madcap hath

heaven lent us here! ELINOR. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face; The

accent of his tongue affecteth him. Do you not read some tokens of my

son In the large composition of this man? KING JOHN. Mine eye hath

well examined his parts And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,

What doth move you to claim your brother's land? BASTARD. Because he

hath a half-face, like my father. With half that face would he have all my

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land: A half-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year! ROBERT. My gracious

liege, when that my father liv'd, Your brother did employ my father much-

BASTARD. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land: Your tale must be

how he employ'd my mother. ROBERT. And once dispatch'd him in an

embassy To Germany, there with the Emperor To treat of high affairs

touching that time. Th' advantage of his absence took the King, And in the

meantime sojourn'd at my father's; Where how he did prevail I shame to

speak- But truth is truth: large 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

bequeath'd His lands to me, and took it on his death That this my mother's

son was none of his; And if he were, he came into the world Full fourteen

weeks before the course of time. Then, good my liege, let me have what is

mine, My father's land, as was my father's will. KING JOHN. Sirrah, your

brother is legitimate: Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him, And if

she did play false, the fault was hers; Which fault lies on the hazards of all

husbands That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Who, as you say,

took pains to get this son, Had of your father claim'd this son for his? In

sooth, good friend, your father might have kept This calf, bred from his

cow, from all the world; In sooth, he might; then, if he were my brother's,

My brother might not claim him; nor your father, Being none of his, refuse

him. This concludes: My mother's son did get your father's heir; Your

father's heir must have your father's land. ROBERT. Shall then my father's

will be of no force To dispossess that child which is not his? BASTARD.

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

think. ELINOR. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge, And like

thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, Lord of

thy presence and no land beside? BASTARD. Madam, an if my brother

had my shape And I had his, Sir Robert's his, like him; And if my legs

were two such riding-rods, My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose Lest men should say 'Look where

three-farthings goes!' And, to his shape, were heir to all this land- Would I

might never stir from off this place, I would give it every foot to have this

face! I would not be Sir Nob in any case. ELINOR. I like thee well. Wilt

KING JOHN

thou forsake thy fortune, Bequeath thy land to him and follow me? I am a

soldier and now bound to France. BASTARD. Brother, take you my land,

I'll take my chance. Your face hath got five hundred pound a year, Yet sell

your face for fivepence and 'tis dear. Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

ELINOR. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. BASTARD. Our

country manners give our betters way. KING JOHN. What is thy name?

BASTARD. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun: Philip, good old Sir

Robert's wife's eldest son. KING JOHN. From henceforth bear his name

whose form thou bearest: Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great-

Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet. BASTARD. Brother by th' mother's

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! ELINOR. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandam,

Richard: call me so. BASTARD. Madam, by chance, but not by truth;

what though? Something about, a little from the right, In at the window, or

else o'er the hatch; Who dares not stir by day must walk by night; And

have is have, however men do catch. Near or far off, well won is still well

shot; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. KING JOHN. Go, Faulconbridge;

now hast thou thy desire: A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.

Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed For France, for France,

for it is more than need. BASTARD. Brother, adieu. Good fortune come to

thee! For thou wast got i' th' way of honesty. Exeunt all but the BASTARD

A foot of honour better than I was; But many a many foot of land the

worse. Well, now can I make any Joan a lady. 'Good den, Sir Richard!'-

'God-a-mercy, fellow!' And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For

new-made honour doth forget 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 suffic'd, Why then

I suck my teeth and catechize My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,'

Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin 'I shall beseech you'-That is question

now; And then comes answer like an Absey book: 'O sir,' says answer 'at

your best command, At your employment, at your service, sir!' 'No, sir,'

says question 'I, sweet sir, at yours.' And so, ere answer knows what

question would, Saving in dialogue of compliment, And talking of the

KING JOHN

Alps and Apennines, The Pyrenean and the river Po- It draws toward

supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, And fits the

mounting spirit like myself; For he is but a bastard to the time That doth

not smack of observation- And so am I, whether I smack or no; And not

alone in habit and device, Exterior form, outward accoutrement, But from

the inward motion to deliver Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth;

Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean

to learn; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. But who comes in

such haste in riding-robes? What woman-post is this? Hath she no

husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her?

Enter LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, and JAMES GURNEY

O me, 'tis my mother! How now, good lady! What brings you here to

court so hastily? LADY FAULCONBRIDGE. Where is that slave, thy

brother? Where is he That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

BASTARD. My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's son? Colbrand the giant,

that same mighty man? Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so? LADY

FAULCONBRIDGE. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Sir

Robert's son! Why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert? He is Sir Robert's son, and

so art thou. BASTARD. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?

GURNEY. Good leave, good Philip. BASTARD. Philip-Sparrow! James,

There's toys abroad-anon I'll tell thee more. Exit GURNEY Madam, I was

not old Sir Robert's 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: We know his

handiwork. Therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholding for these

limbs? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. LADY

FAULCONBRIDGE. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for

thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou

most untoward knave? BASTARD. Knight, knight, good mother,

Basilisco-like. What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. But, mother, I

am not Sir Robert's son: I have disclaim'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? LADY

FAULCONBRIDGE. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?

KING JOHN

BASTARD. As faithfully as I deny the devil. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE.

King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father. By long and vehement suit I

was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed. Heaven lay not

my transgression to my charge! Thou art the issue of my dear offence,

Which was so strongly urg'd past my defence. BASTARD. Now, by this

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 his dispose, Subjected tribute

to commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force The

aweless lion could not wage the fight Nor keep his princely heart from

Richard's hand. He 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 say 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. Exeunt

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