[Act 2, Scene 1] §
Enter Angiers, Philip King of France, Lewis, Daul
phin, Austria, Constance, Arthur.
Before Angiers well met braue Austria,
Arthur that great fore‑runner of thy bloud,
Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart,
280 And fought the holy Warres in Palestine
By this braue Duke came early to his graue:
And for amends to his posteritie,
At our importance hether is he come,
To spread his colours boy, in thy behalfe,
285 And to rebuke the vsurpation
Of thy vnnaturall Vncle, English Iohn,
Embrace him, loue him, giue him welcome hether.
God shall forgiue you Cordelions death
The rather that you giue his off‑spring life,
290 Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre:
I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand,
But with a heart full of vnstained loue,
Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke.
A noble boy, who would not doe thee right?
295 Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse,
As seale to this indenture of my loue:
That to my home I willno more returne
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white‑fac'd shore,
300 Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides,
And coopes from other lands her Ilanders,
Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine,
That Water‑walled Bulwarke, still secure
And confident from forreine purposes,
305 Euen till that vtmost corner of the West
Salute thee for her King, till then faire boy
Will I not thinke of home, but follow Armes.
O take his mothers thanks, a widdows thanks,
Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength,
310 To make a more requitall to your loue.
The peace of heauen is theirs yt lift their swords
In such a iust and charitable warre.
Well, then to worke our Cannon shall be bent
Against the browes of this resisting towne,
315 Call for our cheefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best aduantages:
Wee'll befor[.] this towne our Royal bones,
Wade to the market‑place in French‑mens bloud,
But we will make it subiect to this boy.
320 Stay for an answer to your Embassie,
Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud,
My Lord Chattilion may from England bring
That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre,
And then we shall repent each drop of bloud,
325 That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde.
A wonder Lady: lo vpon thy wish
Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd,
What England saies, say breefely gentle Lord,
We coldly pause for thee, Chatilion speake,
330 Then turne your forces from this paltry siege,
And stirre them vp against a mightier taske:
England impatient of your iust demands,
Hath put himself in Armes, the aduerse windes
The life and death of King Iohn.
Whose leisure I haue staid, haue giuen him time
335 To land his Legions all as soone as I:
His marches are expedient to this towne,
His forces strong, his Souldiers confident:
With him along is come the Mother Queene,
An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife,
340 With her her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spaine,
With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast,
And all th'vnsetled humors of the Land,
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With Ladies faces, and fierce Dragone spleenes,
345 Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes,
Bearing their birth‑rights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes heere:
In briefe, a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits
Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're,
350 Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide,
To doe offence and scathe in Christendome:
The interruption of their churlish drums
Cuts off more circumstance, they are at hand,
To parlie or to fight, therefore prepare.
355 How much vnlook'd for, is this expedition.
By how much vnexpected, by so much
We must awake indeuor for defence,
For courage mounteth with occasion,
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Enter K. of England, Bastard, Queene, Blanch, Pembroke,
360 Peace be to France: If France in peace permit
Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne;
If not, bleede France, and peace ascend to heauen.
Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct
Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen.
365 Peace be to England, if that warre returne
From France to England, there to liue in peace:
England we loue, and for that Englands sake,
With burden of our armor heere we sweat:
This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine;
370 But thou from louing England art so farre,
That thou hast vnder‑wrought his lawfull King,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Out‑faced Infant State, and done a rape
Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne:
375 Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face,
These eyes, these browes, were moulded out of his;
This little abstract doth containe that large,
Which died in Geffrey: and the hand of time,
Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume:
380 That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne,
And this his sonne, England was Geffreys right,
And this is Geffreyes in the name of God:
How comes it then that thou art call'd a King,
When liuing blood doth in these temples beat
385 Which owe the crowne, that thou ore‑masterest?
From whom hast thou this great commission
To draw my answer from thy Articles?
From that supernal Iudge that stirs good thoughts
In any beast of strong authoritie,
390 To looke into the blots and staines of right,
That Iudge hath made me guardian to this boy,
Vnder whose warrant I impeach thy wrong,
And by whose helpe I meane to chastise it.
Alack thou dost vsurpe authoritie.
395 Excuse it is to beat vsurping downe.
Who is it thou dost call vsurper France?
Let me make answer: thy vsurping sonne.
Out insolent, thy bastard shall be King,
That thou maist be a Queen, and checke the world.
400 My bed was euer to thy sonne as true
As thine was to thy husband, and this boy
Liker in feature to this father Geffrey
Then thou and Iohn, in manners being as like,
As raine to water, or deuill to his damme;
405 My boy a bastard? by my soule I thinke
His father neuer was so true begot,
It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother.
Theres a good mother boy, that blots thy fa
There's a good granddame boy
410 That would blot thee.
What the deuill art thou?
One that wil play the deuill sir with you,
415 And a may catch your hide and you alone:
You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes
Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard:
Ile smoake your skin‑coat and I catch you right,
Sirra looke too't, yfaith I will, yfaith.
420 O well did he become that Lyons robe,
That did disrobe the Lion of that robe.
It lies as sightly on the backe of him
As great Alcides shooes vpon an Asse:
But Asse, Ile take that burthen from your backe,
425 Or lay on that shall make your shoulders cracke.
What cracker is this same that deafes our eares
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
King Lewis, determine what we shall doe strait.
Women & fooles, breake off your conference.
430 King Iohn, this is the very summe of all:
England and Ireland, Angiers, Toraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee:
Wilt thou resigne them, and lay downe thy Armes?
My life as soone: I doe defie thee France,
435 Arthur of Britaine, yeeld thee to my hand,
And out of my deere loue Ile giue thee more,
Then ere the coward hand of France can win;
Submit thee boy.
Come to thy grandame child.
440 Doe childe, goe to yt grandame childe,
Giue grandame kingdome, and it grandame will
Giue yt a plum, a cherry, and a figge,
There's a good grandame.
Good my mother peace,
445 I would that I were low laid in my graue,
I am not worth this coyle that's made for me.
His mother shames him so, poore boy hee
Now shame vpon you where she does or no.
His grandames wrongs, and not his mothers shames
450 Drawes those heauen‑mouing pearles from his poor eies,
Which heauen shall take in nature of a fee:
I, with these Christall beads heauen shall be brib'd
To doe him Iustice, and reuenge on you.
Thou monstrous slanderer of heauen and earth.
455 Thou monstrous Iniurer of heauen and earth,
Call not me slanderer, thou and thine vsurpe
The Dominations, Royalties, and rights
Of this oppressed boy; this is thy eldest sonnes sonne,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee:
The life and death of King Iohn.
460 Thy sinnes are visited in this poore childe,
The Canon of the Law is laide on him,
Being but the second generation
Remoued from thy sinne‑conceiuing wombe.
465 I haue but this to say,
That he is not onely plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sinne and her, the plague
On this remoued issue, plagued for her,
And with her plague her sinne: his iniury
470 Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne,
All punish'd the person of this childe,
And all for her, a plague vpon her.
Thou vnaduised scold, I can produce
A Will, that barres the title of thy sonne.
475 I who doubts that, a Will: a wicked will,
A womans will, a cankred Grandams will.
Peace Lady, pause, or be more temperate,
It ill beseemes this presence to cry ay me
To these ill tuned repetitions:
480 Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles
These men of Angiers, let vs heare them speake,
Whose title thery admit, Arthurs or Iohns.
Enter a Citizen vpon the walles.
Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles?
'Tis France, for England.
485 England for it selfe:
You men of Angiers, and my louing subiects.
You louing men of Angiers, Arthurs subiects
Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.
For our aduantage, therefore heare vs first:
490 These flagges of France that are aduanced heere
Before the eye and prospect of your Towne,
Haue hither march'd to your endamagement.
The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
495 Their Iron indignation 'gainst your walles:
All preparation for a bloody siedge
And merciles proceeding, by these French.
Comfort yours Citties eies, your winking gates:
And but for our approach, those sleeping stones,
500 That as a waste doth girdle you about
By the compulsion of their Ordinance,
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had bin dishabited, and wide hauocke made
For bloody power to rush vppon your peace.
505 But on the sight of vs your lawfull King,
Who painefully with much expedient march
Haue brought a counter‑checke before your gates,
To saue vnscratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes:
Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle,
510 And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire
To make a shaking feuer in your walles,
They shoote but calme words, folded vp in smoake,
To make a faithlesse errour in your eares,
Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens,
515 And let vs in. Your King, whose labour'd spirits
Fore‑wearied in this action of swift speede,
Craues harbourage within your Citie walles.
When I haue saide, make answer to vs both.
Loe in this right hand, whose protection
520 Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right
Of him it holds, stands yong Plantagenet,
Sonne to the elder brother of this man,
And King ore him, and all that he enioyes:
For this downe‑troden equity, we tread
525 In warlike march, these greenes before your Towne,
Being no further enemy to you
Then the constraint of hospitable zeale,
In the releefe of this oppressed childe,
Religiously prouokes. Be pleased then
530 To pay that dutie which you truly owe,
To him that owes it, namely, this yong Prince,
And then our Armes, like to a muzled Beare,
Saue in aspect, hath all offence seal'd vp:
Our Cannons malice vainly shall be spent
535 Against th'involuerable clouds of heauen,
And with a blessed and vn‑vext retyre,
With vnhack'd swords, and Helmets all vnbruis'd,
We will beare home that lustie blood againe,
Which heere we came to spout against your Towne,
540 And leaue your children, wiues, and you in peace.
But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the rounder of your old‑fac'd walles,
Can hide you from our messengers of Warre,
Though all these English, and their discipline
545 Were harbour'd in their rude circumference:
Then tell vs, Shall your Citie call vs Lord,
In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it?
Or shall we giue the signall to our rage,
And stalke in blood to our possession?
550 In breefe, we are the King of Englands subiects
For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne.
Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
To him will we proue loyall, till that time
Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world.
555 Doth not the Crowne of England, prooue the
And if not that, I bring you Witnesses
Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed.
To verifie our title with their liues.
560 As many and as well‑borne bloods as those.
Stand in his face to contradict his claime.
Till you compound whose right is worthiest,
We for the worthiest hold the right from both.
565 Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules,
That to their euerlasting residence,
Before the dew of euening fall, shall fleete
In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King.
Amen, Amen, mount Cheualiers to Armes.
570 Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon,
And ere since sit's on's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore
At your den sirrah, with your Lionnesse,
I would set an Oxe‑head to your Lyons hide:
And make a monster of you.
575 Peace, no more.
O tremble: for you heare the Lyon rore.
Vp higher to the plaine, where we'l set forth
In best appointment all our Regiments.
Speed then to take aduantage of the field.
580 It shall be so, and at the other hill
Command the rest to stand, God and our right,
Heere after excursions, Enter the Herald of France
with Trumpets to the gates.
You men of Angiers open wide your gates,
And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
The life and death of King Iohn.
Who by the hand of France, this day hath made
585 Much worke for teares in many an English mother,
Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:
Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,
Coldly embracing the discoloured
And victorie with little losse doth play
590 Vpon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand triumphantly displayed
To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime
Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.
Enter English Herald with Trumpet.
Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels,
595 King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach,
Commander of this hot malicious day,
Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright,
Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood:
There stuck no plume in any English Crest,
600 That is remoued by a staffe of France.
Our colours do returne in those same hands
That did display them when we first marcht forth:
And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come
Our lustie English, all with purpled hands,
605 Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes,
Open your gates, and giue the Victors way.
Heralds, from off our towres we might behold
From first to last, the on‑set and retyre
Of both yonr Armies, whose equality
610 By our best eyes cannot be censured:
Blood hath bought blood, and blowes haue answerd
Strength matcht with strength, and power confronted
Both are alike, and both alike we like:
One must proue greatest. While they weigh so euen,
615 We hold our Towne for neither: yet for both.
Enter the two Kings with their powers,
at seuerall doores.
France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?
Say, shall the currant of our right rome on,
Whose passage vext with thy impediment,
Shall leaue his natiue channell, and ore‑swell
620 with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores,
Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water, keepe
A peacefull progresse to the Ocean.
England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood
In this hot triall more then we of France,
625 Rather lost more. And by this hand I sweare
That swayes the earth this Climate ouer‑lookes,
Before we will lay downe our iust‑borne Armes,
Wee'l put thee downe, 'gainst whom these Armes[.] wee
Or adde a royall number to the dead:
630 Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse,
With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.
Ha Maiesty: how high thy glory towres,
When the rich blood of kings is set on fire:
Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele,
635 The swords of souldiers are his teeth, his phangs,
And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men
In vndetermin'd differences of kings.
Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus:
Cry hauocke kings, backe to the stained field
640 You equall Potents, fierie kindled spirits,
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The others peace: till then, blowes, blood, and death.
Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit?
Speake Citizens for England, whose your king.
645 The king of England, when we know the king.
Know him in vs, that heere hold vp his right.
In Vs, that are our owne great Deputie,
And beare possession of our Person heere,
Lord of our presence Angiers, and of you.
650 A greater powre then We denies all this,
And till it be vndoubted, we do locke
Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates:
Kings of our feare, vntill our feares resoul'd
Be by some certaine king, purg'd and depos'd.
655 By heauen, these scroyles of Angiers flout you
And stand securely on their battelments,
As in a Theater, whence they gape and point
At your industrious Scenes and acts of death.
Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee,
660 Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem,
Be friends a‑while, and both conioyntly bend
Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne.
By East and West let France and England mount.
Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes,
665 Till their soule‑fearing clamours haue braul'd downe
The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie,
I'de play incessantly vpon these Iades,
Euen till vnfenced desolation
Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre:
670 That done, disseuer your vnited strengths,
And part your mingled colours once againe,
Turne face to face, and bloody point to point:
Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth
Out of one side her happy Minion,
675 And kisse him with a glorious victory:
How like you this wilde counsell mighty States,
Smackes it not something of the policie.
Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads,
I like it well. France, shall we knit our powres,
680 And lay this Angiers euen with the ground,
Then after fight who shall be king of it?
And if thou hast the mettle of a king,
Being wrong'd as we are by this peeuish Towne:
Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie,
685 As we will ours, against these sawcie walles,
And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground,
Why then defie each other, and pell‑mell,
Make worke vpon our selues, for heauen or hell.
Let it be so: say, where will you assault?
690 We from the West will send destruction
Into this Cities bosome.
Our Thunder from the South,
Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne.
695 O prudent discipline! From North to South:
Austria and France shoot in each others mouth.
Ile stirre them to it: Come, away,[.]away.
Heare vs great kings, vouchsafe awhile to stay
And I shall shew you peace, and faire‑fac'd league:
700 Win you this Citie without stroke, or wound,
Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds,
That heere come sacrifices for the field.
Perseuer not, but heare me mighty kings.
Speake on with fauour, we are bent to heare.
705 That daughter there of Spaine, the Lady Blanch
Is neere to England, looke vpon the yeeres
Of Lewes the Dolphin, and that louely maid.
If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie,
The life and death of King Iohn.
Where should he finde it fairer, then in Blanch:
710 If zealous loue should go in search of vertue,
Where should he finde it purer then in Blanch?
If loue ambitious, sought a match of birth,
Whose veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beautie, vertue, birth,
715 Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat,
If not compleat of, say he is not shee,
And she againe wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not hee:
He is the halfe part of a blessed man,
720 Left to be finished by such a shee,
And she a faire diuided excellence,
Whose fulnesse of perfection lyes in him.
O two such siluer currents when they ioyne
Do glorifie the bankes that bound th[.]m in:
725 And two such shores, two such streames made one,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,
To these two Princes, if you marrie them:
This Vnion shall do more then batterie can
To our fast closed gates: for at this match,
730 With swifter spleene then powder can enforce
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
And giue you entrance: but without this match,
The sea enraged is not halfe so deafe,
Lyons more confident, Mountaines and rockes
735 More free from motion, no not death himselfe
In mortall furie halfe so peremptorie,
As we to keepe this Citie.
Heeres a stay,
That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death
740 Out of his ragges. Here's a large mouth indeede,
That spits forth death, and mountaines, rockes, and seas,
Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons,
As maids of thirteene do of puppi‑dogges.
What Cannoneere begot this lustie blood,
745 He speakes plaine Cannon fire, and smoake, and bounce,
He giues the bastinado with his tongue:
Our eares are cudgel'd, not a word of his
But buffets better then a fist of France:
Zounds, I was neuer so bethumpt with words,
750 Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad.
Son, list to this coniunction, make this match
Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough,
For by this knot, thou shalt so surely tye
Thy now vnsur d assurance to the Crowne,
755 That yon greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe
The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite.
I see a yeelding in the lookes of France:
Marke how they whisper, vrge them while their soules
Are capeable of this ambition,
760 Least zeale now melted by the windie breath
Of soft petitions, pittie and remorse,
Coole and congeale againe to what it was.
Why answer not the double Maiesties,
This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne.
765 Speake England first, that hath bin forward first
To speake vnto this Cittie: what say you?
If that the Dolphin there thy Princely sonne,
Can in this booke of beautie read, I loue:
Her Dowrie shall weigh equall with a Queene:
770 For Angiers, and faire Toraine Maine, Poyctiers,
And all that we vpon this side the Sea,
(Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd)
Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie,
Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich
775 In titles, honors, and promotions,
As she in beautie, education, blood,
Holdes hand with any Princesse of the world.
What sai'st thou boy? Looke in the Ladies face.
I do my Lord, and in her eie I find
780 A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye,
Which being but the shadow of your sonne,
Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow:
I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe
785 Till now, infixed I beheld my selfe,
Drawne in the flattering table of her eie.
Whispers with Blanch.
Drawne in the flattering table of her eie,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
And quarter'd in her heart, hee doth espie
790 Himselfe loues traytor, this is pittie now;
That hang'd, and drawne, and quarter'd there should be
In such a loue, so vile a Lout as he.
My vnckles will in this respect is mine,
If he see ought in you that makes him like,
795 That any thing he see's which moues his liking,
I can with ease translate it to my will:
Or if you will, to speake more properly,
I will enforce it easlie to my loue.
Further I will not flatter you, my Lord,
800 That all I see in you is worthie loue,
Then this, that nothing do I see in you,
Though churlish thoughts themselues should bee your
That I can finde, should merit any hate.
What saie these yong‑ones? What say you my
805 That she is bound in honor still to do
What you in wisedome still vouchsafe to say.
Speake then Prince Dolphin, can you loue this
Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue,
For I doe loue her most vnfainedly.
810 Then do I giue Volquessen, Toraine, Maine,
Poyctiers, and Aniow, these fiue Prouinces
With her to thee, and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand Markes of English coyne:
Phillip of France, if thou be pleas'd withall,
815 Command thy sonne and
daughtet to ioyne hands.
It likes vs well young Princes: close your hands
And your lippes too, for I am well assur'd,
That I did so when I was first assur'd.
Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates,
820 Let in that amitie which you haue made,
For at Saint Maries Chappell presently,
The rights of marriage shallbe solemniz'd.
Is not the Ladie Constance in this troope?
I know she is not for this match made vp,
825 Her presence would haue interrupted much.
Where is she and her sonne, tell me, who knowes?
She is sad and passionate at your highnes Tent.
And by my faith, this league that we haue made
Will giue her sadnesse very little cure:
830 Brother of England, how may we content
This widdow Lady? In her right we came,
Which we God knowes, haue turn d another way,
To our owne vantage.
We will heale vp all,
835 For wee'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine
And Earle of Richmond, and this rich faire Towne
The life and death of King Iohn.
We make him Lord of. Call the Lady Constance,
Some speedy Messenger bid her repaire
To our solemnity: I trust we shall,
840 (If not fill vp the measure of her will)
Yet in some measure satisfie her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation,
Go we as well as hast will suffer vs,
To this vnlook'd for vnprepared pompe.
845 Mad world, mad kings, mad composition:
Iohn to stop Arthurs Title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part,
And France, whose armour Conscience buckled on,
Whom zeale and charitie brought to the field,
850 As Gods owne souldier, rounded in the eare,
With that same purpose‑changer, that slye diuel,
That Broker, that still breakes the pate of faith,
That dayly breake‑vow, he that winnes of all,
Of kings, of beggers, old men, yong men, maids,
855 Who hauing no externall thing to loose,
But the word Maid, cheats the poore Maide of that.
That smooth‑fac'd Gentleman, tickling commoditie,
Commoditie, the byas of the world,
The world, who of it selfe is peysed well,
860 Made to run euen, vpon euen ground:
Till this aduantage, this vile drawing byas,
This sway of motion, this commoditie,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
865 And this same byas, this Commoditie,
This Bawd, this Broker, this all‑changing‑word,
Clap'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawne him from his owne determin'd ayd,
From a resolu'd and honourable warre,
870 To a most base and vile‑concluded peace.
And why rayle I on this Commoditie?
But for because he hath not wooed me yet:
Not that I haue the power to clutch my hand,
When his faire Angels would salute my palme,
875 But for my hand, as vnattempted yet,
Like a poore begger, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a begger, I will raile,
And say there is no sin but to be rich:
And being rich, my vertue then shall be,
880 To say there is no vice, but beggerie:
Since Kings breake faith vpon commoditie,
Gaine be my Lord, for I will worship thee.