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  • Title: The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))
  • Editor: Karen Oberer

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    Editor: Karen Oberer
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    The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))

    of King Iohn.

    Say I am Sonne vnto a Fauconbridge.
    Let land and liuing goe, tis honors fire
    280That makes me sweare King Richard was my Sire.
    Base to a King addes title of more State,
    Than Knights begotten, though legittimate.
    Please it your Grace, I am King Richards Sonne.
    Robert Robert reuiue thy heart, let sorrow die,
    285His faltring tongue not suffers him to lie.
    Mother What head-strong furie doth enchaunt my sonne?
    Philip Philip cannot repent, for he hath done.
    Iohn Then Philip blame not me, thy selfe hast lost
    By wilfulnesse, thy liuing and thy land.
    290Robert, thou art the heire of Fauconbridge,
    God giue thee ioy, greater than thy desert.
    Q Elianor Why how now Philip, giue away thine owne?
    Philip Madame, I am bold to make my selfe your nephew,
    The poorest kinsman that your Highnes hath:
    295And with this Prouerb gin the world anew,
    Help hands, I haue no lands, honour is my desire;
    Let Philip liue to shew himselfe worthie so great a Sire.
    Elinor Philip, I think thou knewst thy Grandams minde:
    But chéere thée boy, I will not see thée want
    300As long as Elinor hath foote of land;
    Henceforth thou shalt be taken for my sonne,
    And waite on me and on thine Unckle heere,
    Who shall giue honour to thy noble minde.
    Iohn Philip kneele down, that thou maist throughly know
    305How much thy resolution pleaseth vs,
    Rise vp Sir Richard Plantaginet K. Richards Sonne.
    Phil. Graunt heauens that
    Philip once may shew himself
    Worthie the honour of Plantaginet,
    Or basest glorie of a Bastards name.
    310Iohn Now Gentlemen, we will away to France,
    To checke the pride of Arthur and his mates:
    Essex, thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme,
    And toward the maine charges of my warres,
    B 3 Ile
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