Act 2 - Scene 1
France. Before Angiers.
Enter AUSTRIA and forces, drums, etc. on one side: on the other KING PHILIP and his power; LEWIS,
ARTHUR, CONSTANCE and attendants
Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.
Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the
lion of his heart
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,
to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome
God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death
The rather that you give his offspring life,
right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love,
That to my home I will no
Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,
foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England,
hedged in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but
O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength
make a more requital to your love!
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
In such a just and charitable war.
Well then, to work: our cannon shall be bent
Against the brows of this resisting town.
Call for our chiefest
men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages:
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
the market-place in Frenchmen's blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood:
My Lord Chatillon
may from England bring,
That right in peace which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each
drop of blood
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
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