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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))

    of King Iohn.
    Bastard Forgiue the world and all your earthly foes,
    And call on Christ, who is your latest friend.
    3025Iohn My tongue doth falter: Philip, I tell thee man,
    Since Iohn did yeeld vnto the Priest of Rome,
    Nor he nor his haue prospred on the earth:
    Curst are his blessings, and his curse is blisse.
    But in the spirit I cry vnto my God,
    3030As did the Kingly Prophet Dauid cry,
    (Whose hands, as mine, with murder were attaint)
    I am not he shall buyld the Lord a house,
    Or roote these Locusts from the face of earth:
    But if my dying heart deceaue me not,
    3035From out these loynes shall spring a Kingly braunch
    Whose armes shall reach vnto the gates of Rome,
    And with his feete treads downe the Strumpets pride,
    That sits vpon the chaire of Babylon.
    Philip, my heart strings breake, the poysons flame
    3040Hath ouercome in me weake Natures power,
    And in the faith of Iesu Iohn doth dye.
    Bastard Sée how he striues for life, vnhappy Lord,
    Whose bowells are deuided in themselues.
    This is the fruite of Poperie, when true Kings
    3045Are slaine and shouldred out by Monkes and Friers.

    Enter a Messenger.

    Mess. Please it your Grace, the Barons of the Land,
    Which all this while bare armes against the King,
    Conducted by the Legate of the Pope,
    3050Together with the Prince his Highnes Sonne,
    Doo craue to be admitted to the presence of the King.
    Bastard Your Sonne my Lord, yong Henry craues to sée
    Your Maiestie, and brings with him beside
    The Barons that reuolted from your Grace.
    3055O piercing sight, he fumbleth in the mouth,
    His speech doth faile: lift vp your selfe my Lord,
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