Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. France: Vols. IXX. 187679. | | | | Angiers (Angers) | | Angiers | | William Shakespeare (15641616) |
| | KING JOHN. These flags of France, that are advanced here | |
| Before the eye and prospect of your town, | |
| Have hither marchd to your endamagement. | |
| The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; | |
| And ready mounted are they, to spit forth | 5 |
| Their iron indignation gainst your walls. | |
| All preparation for a bloody siege, | |
| And merciless proceeding by these French, | |
| Confront your citys eyes, your winking gates; | |
| And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, | 10 |
| That as a waist do girdle you about, | |
| By the compulsion of their ordinance, | |
| By this time from their fixed beds of lime | |
| Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made | |
| For bloody power to rush upon your peace. | 15 |
| But, on the sight of us, your lawful King, | |
| Who painfully, with much expedient march, | |
| Have brought a counter-check before your gates, | |
| To save unscratchd your citys threatend cheeks | |
| Behold! the French, amazed, vouchsafe a parle. | 20 |
| And now, instead of bullets wrapped in fire, | |
| 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: | |
| Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, | 25 |
| And let us in, your King, whose labord spirits, | |
| Forwearied in this action of swift speed, | |
| Crave harborage within your city-walls. | | | | |
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