King John, with line numbers E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 111

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The classic Shakespeare history play, with line numbers. According to Wikipedia: "The Life and Death of King John, a history play by William Shakespeare, dramatises the reign of John, King of England (ruled 1199–1216), son of Henry II of England and Eleanor of Aquitaine and father of Henry III of England. It is believed to have been written in the mid-1590s but was not published until it appeared in the First Folio in 1623."

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King John By William Shakespeare

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Dramatis Personae

King John

Act I.

Scene I. Northampton. A Room Of State In The Palace.

Act II.

Scene I. France. Before The Walls Of Angiers.

Act III.

Scene I. France. The French King's Tent.

Scene II. The Same. Plains Near Angiers

Scene III. The Same.

Scene IV. The Same. The French King's Tent.

Act IV.

Scene I. Northampton. A Room In The Castle.

Scene II. The Same. A Room Of State In The Palace.

Scene III. The Same. Before The Castle.

Act V.

Scene I. Northampton. A Room In The Palace.

Scene II. Near Saint Edmunds-Bury. The French Camp.

Scene III. The Same. The Field Of Battle.

Scene IV. The Same. Another Part Of The Same.

Scene V. The Same. The French Camp.

Scene VI. An Open Place In The Neighborhood Of Swinstead Abbey.

Scene VII. The Orchard Of Swinstead Abbey.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

King John.

Prince Henry, His Son; Afterwards King Henry III.

Arthur, Duke Of Bretagne, Son To Geffrey, Late Duke Of Bretagne, The Elder Brother To King John.

William Marshall, Earl Of Pembroke.

Geoffrey Fitz-Peter, Earl Of Essex, Chief Justiciary Of England.

William Longsword, Earl Of Salisbury.

Robert Bigot, Earl Of Norfolk.

Hubert De Burgh, Chamberlain To The King.

Robert Falconbridge, Son To Sir Robert Falconbridge.

Philip Falconbridge, His Half-Brother, Bastard Son To King

Richard I.

James Gurney, Servant To Lady Falconbridge.

Peter Of Pomfret, A Prophet

Philip, King Of France.

Louis, The Dauphin.

Archduke Of Austria.

Cardinal Pandulph, The Pope's Legate.

Melun, A French Lord.

Chatillon, Ambassador From France To King John.

Elinor, Widow Of King Henry Ii And Mother To King John.

Constance, Mother To Arthur.

Blanch Of Spain, Daughter To Alphonso, King Of Castile, And Niece To King John.

Lady Falconbridge, Mother To The Bastard And Robert Falconbridge.

Lords, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Attendantsand other Attendants.

SCENE: Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

KING JOHN

ACT I.

SCENE I. Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.

[Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.]

(1) 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 borrow'd majesty of England here.

ELINOR. A strange beginning:--borrow'd 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

(10) 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,

(20) 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:--

(30) 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.

(40) 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.

[Enter the SHERIFF OF NORTHAMPTONSHIRE, who whispers to ESSEX.]

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.

[Re-enter SHERIFF, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE and PHILIP, his bastard Brother.]

What men are you?

(50) BASTARD. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman

Born in Northamptonshire, and eldest son,

As I suppose, to Robert Falconbridge,--

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 Falconbridge.

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,--

(60) 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:

(70) 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.

(80) 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,

(90) 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 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 despatch'd him in an embassy

(100) To Germany, there with the emperor

To treat of high affairs touching that time.

The 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

(110) 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

(120) 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.

(130) 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 Falconbridge,

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;

(140) 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 thou forsake thy fortune,

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?

(150) 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.

(160) KING JOHN. From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:

Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,--

Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.

BASTARD. Brother by the 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?

(170) 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, Falconbridge; 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.

(180) 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,--

(190) 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 ABC-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:

(200) And so, ere answer knows what question would,--

Saving in dialogue of compliment,

And talking of the 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;

(210) 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.--