And she again wants nothing, to name want, And two such shores to two such streams made one, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks As we to keep this city. BAST. Here's a stay b, That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his, But buffets better than a fist of France: That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe A. The original reads as he-evidently a misprint. Here's a stay. This litttle word has produced large criticism. Johnson would read flaw; another emendator, Beckett, would give us say. Malone and Steevens have two pages to prove, what requires no proof, that stay means interruption. I see a yielding in the looks of France; Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their souls Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. HUBERT. Why answer not the double majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? K. PHI. Speak England first, that hath been forward first K. JOHN. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen: For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich In titles, honours, and promotions, As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. K. PHI. What sayst thou, boy? look in the lady's face. A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye; Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow: Till now infixed I beheld myself, Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. BAST. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!— And quarter'd in her heart!-he doth espy [Whispers with BLANCH. That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be, BLANCH. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine. If he see aught in you, that makes him like, That anything he sees, which moves his liking, Zeal, now melted. The "zeal" of the King of France and of Lewis is "now melted"-whether that melting represent metal in a state of fusion, or dissolving ice: it has lost its compactness, its cohesion; but "the windy breath Of soft petitions,"— the pleading of Constance and Arthur,-the pity and remorse of Philip for their lot,-may "cool and congeal" it "again to what it was;"-may make it again solid and entire. I can with ease translate it to my will; Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, K. JOHN. What say these young ones? What say you, my niece? What you in wisdom stilla vouchsafe to say. K. JOHN. Speak then, prince Dauphin; can you love this lady? For I do love her most unfeignedly. K. JOHN. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, K. PHI. It likes us well. Young princes, close your hands. That I did so, when I was first assur’d'. K. PHI. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, I know she is not; for this match, made up, LEW. She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent". Brother of England, how may we content To our own vantage. K. JOHN. We will heal up all, For we 'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town • Still vouchsafe to say. This is the reading of the original. In modern editions we have shall instead of still, which reading is certainly not called for. We make him lord of.-Call the lady Constance; To this unlook'd-for, unprepared pomp. [Exeunt all but the Bastard.-The Citizens retire from the walls. BAST, Mad world! mad kings! mad composition ! John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole, And France, whose armour conscience buckled on, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,— But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that; The world, who of itself is peised & well, And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: • We. So the original. Some editions incorrectly read We'll. Commodity-interest. • Bias of the world. The allusion to the bias in a bowl is very happily kept up. The world is of itself well-balanced-fit to run even; but the bias interest, the sway of motion, "Makes it take head from all indifferency." In 'Cupid's Whirligig' (1607) we have, “O, the world is like a bias bowl, and it runs all on the rich men's sides. a Peised-poised. Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, [Exit. |