_Chat._ Then turn your forces from this paltry siege And stir them up against a mightier task. 55 England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms: the adverse winds, Whose leisure I have stay'd, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I; His marches are expedient to this town, 60 His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife;[83] With her her niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain; With them a bastard of the king's deceased;[84] 65 And all the unsettled humours of the land, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens, Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,[85] 70 To make a hazard of new fortunes here: In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er Did never float upon the swelling tide, To do offence and scath in Christendom. [_Drum beats._[86] 75 The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,[87] To parley or to fight; therefore prepare.[87] _K. Phi._ How much unlook'd for is this expedition! _Aust._ By how much unexpected, by so much 80 We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion: Let them be welcome then; we are prepared. _Enter_ KING JOHN, ELINOR, BLANCH, _the_ Bastard, Lords, _and Forces_.[88] _K. John._ Peace be to France, if France in peace permit[89] Our just and lineal entrance to our own; 85 If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven, Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct[90] Their proud contempt that beats His peace to heaven.[91]