King John by William Shakespeare (feel good books to read txt) ๐
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An ambassador sent by King Philip of France delivers an ominous threat: King John must relinquish his throne to its rightful heir, his nephew Arthur of Bretagne, or France will declare a โfierce and bloody war.โ John refuses. After receiving this news, Philip orders his forces to prepare an attack on the English-controlled French town of Angiers, and the citizens must then swear allegiance to Arthur or die.
King John also must deal with a dispute over land ownership between the Faulconbridge brothers. Their father knew that the older son was not his, and before his death, he bequeathed all of his lands to the younger son. John rules that the bastard son rightfully owns the lands regardless of who is his true father. Johnโs mother, Elinor, sees that the bastard son resembles Richard the Lionheart and proposes that he renounce his claim to the Faulconbridge land in exchange for a knighthood. He agrees and becomes Sir Richard Plantagenet.
This Standard Ebooks production is based on William George Clark and William Aldis Wrightโs 1887 Victoria edition, which is taken from the Globe edition.
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Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dramatis Personae King John Act I Scene I Act II Scene I Act III Scene I Scene II Scene III Scene IV Act IV Scene I Scene II Scene III Act V Scene I Scene II Scene III Scene IV Scene V Scene VI Scene VII Colophon Uncopyright ImprintThis ebook is the product of many hours of hard work by volunteers for Standard Ebooks, and builds on the hard work of other literature lovers made possible by the public domain.
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Dramatis PersonaeKing John
Prince Henry, son to the king
Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, nephew to the king
The Earl of Pembroke
The Earl of Essex
The Earl of Salisbury
The Lord Bigot
Hubert de Burgh
Robert Faulconbridge, to Sir Robert Faulconbridge
Philip the Bastard, his half-brother
James Gurney, servant to Lady Faulconbridge
Peter of Pomfret, a prophet
Philip, King of France
Lewis, the Dauphin
Lymoges, Duke of Austria
Cardinal Pandulph, the Popeโs legate
Melun, a French Lord
Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John
Queen Elinor, mother to King John
Constance, mother to Arthur
Blanch Of Spain, niece to King John
Lady Faulconbridge
Lords, citizens of Angiers, sheriff, heralds, officers, soldiers, messengers, and other attendants
Scene: Partly in England, and partly in France.
King John Act I Scene IKing Johnโs palace.
Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others, with Chatillon. King John Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? ChatillonThus, after greeting, speaks the King of France
In my behaviour to the majesty,
The borrowโd majesty, of England here.
Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffreyโs 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 Arthurโs hand,
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.
The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
Here have we war for war and blood for blood,
Controlment for controlment: so answer France.
Then take my kingโs defiance from my mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.
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 toโt. Farewell, Chatillon. Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke.
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.
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.
My liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from country to be judged by you
That eโer I heard: shall I produce the men?
Let them approach.
Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
This expeditionโs charge.
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 Cลur-de-lion knighted in the field.
Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
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 oโer to heaven and to my mother:
Of that I doubt, as all menโs children may.
Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother
And wound her honour with this diffidence.
I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brotherโs plea and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, aโ pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a year:
Heaven guard my motherโs honour and my land!
A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slanderโd me with bastardy:
But whether I be as true begot or no,
That still I lay upon my motherโs head,
But that I am as well begot, my liegeโ โ
Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!โ โ
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
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