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

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    The Troublesome Reign of King John ((Quarto, 1581))

    The troublesome Raigne

    Ile ceaze the lazie Abbey lubbers lands
    315Into my hands to pay my men of warre.
    The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselues
    With golde and groates, that are the souldiers due.
    Thus forward Lords, let our commaund be done,
    And march we forward mightely to Fraunce.Exeunt.
    320Manet Philip and his Mother.
    Philip Madame I beseech you deigne me so much leasure
    as the hearing of a matter that I long to impart to you.
    Mother Whats the matter Philip. I thinke your sute iu
    secret, tends to some money matter, which you suppose burns
    325in the bottome of my chest.
    Phil. No Madam, it is no such sute as to beg or borrow,
    But such a sute, as might some other grant,
    I would not now haue troubled you withall.
    Mother A Gods name let vs heare it.
    330Philip Then Madame thus, your Ladiship sees well,
    How that my scandall growes by meanes of you,
    In that report hath rumord vp and downe,
    I am a bastard, and no Fauconbridge.
    This grose attaint so tilteth in my thoughts,
    335Maintaining combat to abridge my ease,
    That field and towne, and company alone,
    Whatso I doo, or wheresoere I am,
    I cannot chase the slaunder from thy thoughts.
    If it be true, resolue me of my Sire,
    340For pardon Madame, if I thinke amisse.
    Be Philip Philip and no Fauconbridge,
    His Father doubtles was as braue a man.
    To you on knees as sometime Phaeton,
    Mistrusting silly Merop for his Sire,
    345Strayning a little bashfull modestie,
    I beg some instance whence I am extraught.
    Mother Yet more adoo to haste me to my graue,
    And wilt thou too become a Mothers crosse?
    Must I accuse myself to close with you?
    Slaun-