propertied

His legs bestrid the ocean , his reared arm
Crested the world . His voice was propertied
As all the tunèd spheres , and that to friends ;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb ,
He was as rattling thunder . For his bounty ,
There was no winter in ’t ; an autumn ’twas
That grew the more by reaping . His delights
Were dolphin-like ; they showed his back above
The element they lived in . In his livery
Walked crowns and crownets ; realms and islands
were
As plates dropped from his pocket .

Your Grace shall pardon me ; I will not back .
I am too high-born to be propertied ,
To be a secondary at control ,
Or useful servingman and instrument
To any sovereign state throughout the world .
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
Between this chastised kingdom and myself
And brought in matter that should feed this fire ;
And now ’tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it .
You taught me how to know the face of right ,
Acquainted me with interest to this land ,
Yea , thrust this enterprise into my heart .
And come you now to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome ? What is that peace to me ?
I , by the honor of my marriage bed ,
After young Arthur claim this land for mine .
And now it is half conquered , must I back
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome ?
Am I Rome’s slave ? What penny hath Rome borne ?
What men provided ? What munition sent
To underprop this action ? Is ’t not I
That undergo this charge ? Who else but I ,
And such as to my claim are liable ,
Sweat in this business and maintain this war ?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out
Vive le Roi as I have banked their towns ?
Have I not here the best cards for the game
To win this easy match played for a crown ?
And shall I now give o’er the yielded set ?
No , no , on my soul , it never shall be said .

They have here propertied me , keep me in
darkness , send ministers to me — asses ! — and do
all they can to face me out of my wits .