_Const._ I have but this to say,[112] That he is not only plagued for her sin,[112] But God hath made her sin and her the plague[112] 185 On this removed issue, plagued for her[112] And with her plague; her sin his injury,[112][124] Her injury the beadle to her sin,[112][125] All punish'd in the person of this child,[112] And all for her; a plague upon her![112][126] 190 _Eli._ Thou unadvised scold, I can produce[112] A will that bars the title of thy son.[112] _Const._ Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will;[112] A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will![112] _K. Phi._ Peace, lady! pause, or be more temperate:[112] 195 It ill beseems this presence to cry aim[112][127] To these ill-tuned repetitions.[112] 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. 200 _Trumpet sounds. Enter certain_ Citizens _upon the walls_.[128] _First Cit._ Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? _K. Phi._ 'Tis France, for England. _K. John._ England, for itself. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,-- _K. Phi._ You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle,-- 205 _K. John._ For our advantage; therefore hear us first.[129] These flags of France, that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town, Have hither march'd to your endamagement: The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, 210 And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls: All preparation for a bloody siege[130] And merciless proceeding by these French[131] Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates;[132] 215 And but for our approach those sleeping stones, That as a waist doth girdle you about,[133] By the compulsion of their ordinance[134] By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made 220 For bloody power to rush upon your peace. But on the sight of us your lawful king, Who painfully with much expedient march Have brought a countercheck before your gates, To save unscratch'd your city's threatened cheeks,[135] 225 Behold, the French amazed vouchsafe a parle; And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire,[136] To make a shaking fever in your walls, They shoot but calm words folded up in smoke, To make a faithless error in your ears: 230 Which trust accordingly kind citizens, And let us in, your king, whose labour'd spirits,[137] Forwearied in this action of swift speed,[138] Crave harbourage within your city walls.[139]