_K. John._ France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away?[170] Say, shall the current of our right run on?[171] 335 Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores, Unless thou let his silver water keep[172] A peaceful progress to the ocean. 340 _K. Phi._ England, thou hast not saved one drop of blood, In this hot trial, more than we of France; Rather, lost more. And by this hand I swear, That sways the earth this climate overlooks, Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,[173] 345 We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear, Or add a royal number to the dead, Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. _Bast._ Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, 350 When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,[174] In undetermined differences of kings. 355 Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? Cry, 'havoc!' kings; back to the stained field, You equal potents, fiery kindled spirits![175] Then let confusion of one part confirm The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death! 360 _K. John._ Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? _K. Phi._ Speak, citizens, for England; who's your king?[176] _First Cit._ The king of England, when we know the king. _K. Phi._ Know him in us, that here hold up his right. _K. John._ In us, that are our own great deputy, 365 And bear possession of our person here,[177] Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.[178] _First Cit._ A greater power than we denies all this;[179] And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates; 370 King'd of our fears, until our fears, resolved,[180][181] Be by some certain king purged and deposed.[181]