_Chat._ Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,[3] Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim[4] To this fair island and the territories, 10 To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,[5] Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles, And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy nephew and right royal sovereign. 15 _K. John._ What follows if we disallow of this? _Chat._ The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. _K. John._ Here have we war for war and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France.[6] 20 _Chat._ Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my embassy. _K. John._ Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there,[7] 25 The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And sullen presage of your own decay.[8] An honourable conduct let him have: Pembroke, look to't. Farewell, Chatillon.[9] 30 [_Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke._ _Eli._ What now, my son! have I not ever said How that ambitious Constance would not cease Till she had kindled France and all the world, Upon the right and party of her son? This might have been prevented and made whole 35 With very easy arguments of love, Which now the manage of two kingdoms must[10] With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. _K. John._ Our strong possession and our right for us. _Eli._ Your strong possession much more than your right, 40 Or else it must go wrong with you and me: So much my conscience whispers in your ear, Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear. _Enter a_ Sheriff.[11] _Essex._ My liege, here is the strangest controversy Come from the country to be judged by you, 45 That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men? _K. John._ Let them approach. Our abbeys and our priories shall pay This expedition's charge. _Enter_ ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, _and_ PHILIP _his bastard brother_.[12] What men are you? _Bast._ Your faithful subject I, a gentleman[13] 50 Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,[14] A soldier, by the honour-giving hand Of Cœur-de-lion knighted in the field.[15] _K. John._ What art thou?[16] 55 _Rob._ The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.