BASTARD. It lies as sightly on the back of him As great Alcides’ shows upon an ass. But, ass, I’ll take that burden from your back, Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. AUSTRIA. What cracker is this same that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? KING PHILIP. Louis, determine what we shall do straight. LOUIS. Women and fools, break off your conference. KING PHILIP. King John, this is the very sum of all: England and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thee. Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms? KING JOHN. My life as soon: I do defy thee, France. Arthur of Brittany, yield thee to my hand; And out of my dear love I’ll give thee more Than e’er the coward hand of France can win. Submit thee, boy. QUEEN ELEANOR. Come to thy grandam, child. CONSTANCE. Do, child, go to it grandam, child. Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig. There’s a good grandam. ARTHUR. Good my mother, peace! I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that’s made for me. QUEEN ELEANOR. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps. CONSTANCE. Now, shame upon you, whe’er she does or no! His grandam’s wrongs, and not his mother’s shames, Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee. Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib’d To do him justice, and revenge on you. QUEEN ELEANOR. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth! CONSTANCE. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Call not me slanderer. Thou and thine usurp The dominations, royalties, and rights Of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest son’s son, Infortunate in nothing but in thee. Thy sins are visited in this poor child; The canon of the law is laid on him, Being but the second generation Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. KING JOHN. Bedlam, have done. CONSTANCE. I have but this to say, That he is not only plagued for her sin, But God hath made her sin and her the plague On this removed issue, plagued for her And with her plague; her sin his injury Her injury the beadle to her sin, All punish’d in the person of this child, And all for her. A plague upon her! QUEEN ELEANOR. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce A will that bars the title of thy son. CONSTANCE. Ay, who doubts that? A will, a wicked will; A woman’s will; a cankered grandam’s will! KING PHILIP. Peace, lady! Pause, or be more temperate. It ill beseems this presence to cry aim To these ill-tuned repetitions.— Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers. Let us hear them speak Whose title they admit, Arthur’s or John’s. Trumpet sounds. Enter Citizens upon the walls. CITIZEN. Who is it that hath warn’d us to the walls? KING PHILIP. ’Tis France, for England. KING JOHN. England for itself. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects—