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Prince Henry, Son to the King. Arthur, Duke of Bretaign, and Nephew to the
King Pembroke, Eflex, Salisbury, English Lords. Hubert, Bigot, Faulconbridge, Bastard-Son to Richard the First. Robert Faulconbridge, supposod Brother to the Ba.
stard. James Gurney, Servant to the Lady Faulconbridge. Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet. Philip, King of France. Lewis, the Dauphin. Arch-Duke of Austria. Pandulpho, the Pope's Legate. Melun, a French Lord. Chattilion, Ambasador from France to King John.
Elinor, Queen-Mother of England.
and Neice to King John. Lady Faulconbridge, Mother to the Bastard and
Robert Faulconbridge. Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Mef
sengers, Soldiers, and other Attendants. The SCENE fometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
LIFE and DEATH
A CT I. SCENE I. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Eflex, and Salisbury, with Chattilion.
The borrow'd Majesty of England here.
Char. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
D firing thee to lay aside the Sword
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud Control of fierce and bloody War, To inforce these Rights so forcibly with-held.
K. John. Here have we War for War, and Blood for Blood, Controlment for Controlment; so answer France.
Chat. Then take my King's Defiance from my Mouth, The fartheit limiç of my Embassie.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in Peace.
Eli. What now, my Son, have I not ever said
K. John. Our ftrorg Pofseflion and our Right for us.
Eli. Your strong poffeffion much more than your Right,
Effex. My Liege, here is tae strangeit Conigoversie
K. John. Let them approach:
Enter Robert Faulconbridge and the Bastard.'.
As I suppose, to Faulconbridge,
K. John. What are thou?
K, John. Is that the Elder, and art thou the Heir?
Baft. Most certain of ope Mother, mighty King,
Eli. Outon thee, rude Man, thou dostíhame thy Mthir, And wound her Honour with this diffidence.
Baft. I, Madam? No: I have no Reasən for it;
K. John. A good blunt Fellow; why being younger Born Doch he lay claim to thine Inheritance ?
Baft. I know not why, except to get the Land;
old Sir Robert Father, on my Knec
K. John. Why what a mad-cap hath Heav'n lent us here?
Eli. He hath a trick of Cordelion's Face, The accent of his Tongue affeð him: Do you not read some Tokens of my Son In the large Composition of this Man?
K. John. Mine Eye hath well examined his Parts, And finds them perfect Richard: Sirrah, speak, What doch move you to claim your Brother's Land ?