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But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,

Bast. St. George,—that swing'd the dragon, aná Who painfully, with much expedient march,

e'er since, Have brought a countercheck before your gates, Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door, To save unscratch'd your city's threatend cheeks,- Teach us some fence ;-Sirrah, were I at home, "Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle : At your den, sirrah [To Austria), with your lioness, And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide, To make a shaking fever in your walls,

And make a monster of you. They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Aust.

Peace; no more. To inake a faithless error in your ears :

Bust. O, tremble ; for you hear the lion roar. Which trust accordingly, kind citizens,

K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits,

set forth, Foreweariedi in this action of swift speed, In best appointment, all our regiments. Crave harbourage within your city walls.

Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis) and at the both.

other hill Lo, in this right hand, whose protection

Command the rest to stand.—God, and our right! Is most divinely vow'd upon the right

(Exeunt. or him it helds, stands young Plantagenet;

SCENE II. The same. Alarums and Excursions; Son to the elder brother of this man,

then a Retreat. Enter a French Herald, with "And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys :

trumpets to the gates, For this

down-trodden equity, we tread In warlike inarch these greens before your town,

F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your Being no further enemy to you,

gates, Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,

And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in ; In the relief of this oppressed child,

Who, by the hand of France, this day haih made Religiously provokes. Be pleased then

Much work for tears in many an English mother,

Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground: To pay that duty, which you truly owe, To him that owes it; namely, this young prince: Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; Save in aspect, have all offence seald up;

And victory, with little loss, doth play Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent

Upon the dancing banners of the French; Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven;

Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, And, with a blessed and unver'd retire,

To enter conquerors, and to proclaim With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd,

Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours. We will bear home that lusty blood again,

Enler an English Herald, with trumpets, Which here we came to spout against your town, E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace.

bells; But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, King John, your king and England's doth approach, 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls Commander of this hot malicious day! Can hide you from our messengers of war; Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, Though all these English, and their discipline, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; Were harbour'd in their rude circumference. There stuck no plume in any English cresly Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord,

That is removed by a staff of France;
In that behalf which we have challeng'dit? Our colours do return in those same hands
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,

That did display them when we first march'd forth; And stalk in blood to our possession ?

And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen,' come 1 Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's sub- Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, jects;

Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes :
For him, and in his right, we hold this town.
K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let Open your gates, and give the victors way.

Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might beme in.

hold,
I Cie. That can we not: but he that proves the king, From first to last, the onset and retire
To him will we prove loyal ; till that time, Of both your armies; whose equality
Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world.

By our best eves cannot be censurert :* K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove Blood hath bought blood, and blow's have answer'd the king ?

blows; And, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

Strength match'd with strength, and power coti-
Twice fifeen thousand hearts of England's breed, -
Bast. Bastards, and else.

Both are alike; and both alike we like.
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Phi. As many, and as well born blouds as We hold our towns for neitber; yet for both.

One must prove greatest; while they weigh se even, those, Bast. Some bastards too.

Enter, at one side, King John, with his Power; K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim.

ELINOR, BLANCA, and the Bastard ; at the other, 1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest,

KING PHILIP, LEWIS, AUSTkra, and Forees. We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those

cast away souls,

Say, shall the current of our right run' on? That to their everlasting residence,

Whose

passage, vex'd with thy impediment, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,

Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

With course disturb'd even thy confining shores; K. Phi. Amen, Amen! -Mount, chevaliers! to Unless thou let his silver water keep arms!

A peaceful progress to the ocean. 1 Worn out. 2 Owns.

Here lay Duncan, 3 Roundure, from rondare, Fr.; circle.

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.' 4 So in the old play of King John ;

7 It was anciently one of the savage practices of the • But let the frolic Frenchman take no scorn ehase for all w stain their hands in the blood of the deer

If Philip fronts him with an Engtish horn.' as a trophy. * 5 Johnson observes. This speech is very poetical and 8 Estimated, judged, determined. Shakspeare should smooth, and, except the conceit of the reidow's husband have written, whose periority, or whose inequality embracing the earth, is just and beautiful.'

cannot be censured.' 6 Shakspeare has used this image in Macbeth, Act. ii. 9 The first folio reads roam : the change was mailo Sc. 34

l in the second folio.

fronted power :

to stay,

K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop \I like it well ;-France, shall we knit our powers, of blood,

And lay this Angiers even with the ground; In this hot trial, more than we of France; Then, after, fighi who shall be king of it? Rather, lost more: And by this band I swear, Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a kingThat sways the earth this climate overlooks, – Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,Before we will lay down our just-borne arms,

Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we As we will ours, against these saucy walls : bear,

And when that we have dash'd them to the ground. Or add a royal number to the dead;

Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. K. Phi. Let it be so :-Say, where will you aso Bast. Ha, majesiy! how high thy glory towers,

sault? When the rich blood of kings is set on fire !

K. John. We from the west will send destruction 0, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Into this city's bosom, The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs; Aust. I from the north. And now he feasts, mousing' the flesh of men,

K. Phi.

Our thunder from the south, In undetermin'd differences of kings.

Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south, Cry, havock, kings ! back to the stained field, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth :' You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits !

(Aside. Then let confusion of one part confirm

I'll stir them to't:-Come, away, away! The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death! i Cit. Hear us, great kings ! vouchsafe a while K. John. 'Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?

And I shall show you peace, and fair-lac'd league ; K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's your Win you this city without stroke or wound; king?

Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, ( 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the That here come sacrifices for the field; king.

Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his K. John, Speak on, with favour ; we are bent to right.

hear. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady And bear possession of our person here ;

Blanch,
Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you. Is near to England; Look upon the years

? Cil. A greater power than we, denies all this ; of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid: And, ull it be undoubted, we do lock

If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? King'd of our fears ; unul our fears, resolvid, If zealous' love should go in search of virtue, Be by some certain king purg'd and depos’d. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? Bast. By heaven, these scroylest of Angiers flout If love ambitious sought a match of birth, you, kings;

Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch 7 And stand securely on their battlements,

Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Is the young Dauphin every way complete :
At your industrious scenes and acts of death. If not complete, O say, he is not she;
Your royal presences be rul'd by me;

And she again wants nothing, to name want,
Do like the mutiness of Jerusalem,

If want it be not, that she is not he:
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend He is the half part of a blessed man,
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town : Left to be finished by such a she;
By east and west let France and England mount And she a fair divided excellence,
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths; Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawldo, two such silver currents, when they join,
down

Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city :

And two such shores to two such streams made ono, I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, Even till unfeuced desolation

To these two princes, if

you marry them. Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

This union shall do more than battery can, That done, dissever your united strength,

To our fast-closed gates : for, at this match, And part your mingled colours once again; With swifter spleen'° than powder can enforco, Turn face to face, and bloody point to point : The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth And give you entrance ; but, without this match, Out of one side her happy minion;

The sea enraged is not half so deaf, To whom in favour she shall give the day,

Lions more confident, mountains and rocks And kiss him with a glorious victory.

More free from motion; no, not death himself Hlow like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? In mortal fury half so peremptory, Smacks it not something of the policy?

As we to keep this city. K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our Bast.

Here's a stay," heads,

That shakes the rotten carcass of old death 1 Mr. Pope changed this to mou thing, and was fol. masters of their fears, because in the next line mention lowed by subsequent editors. “Mousing,' says Malone, is made of these feurs being deposed. is mammocking and devouring eagerly, as a cat de. 4 Escrouelles, Fr. scabby fellows.

Whilst Troy was swilling sack and 5 The mulines are the mutineers, the scdlitious. sugar, and mousing fat venison, the mad Greekes made 6 i. e. soul.appalling; from the verb to fear, to makt bonfires of their houses.'— The Wonderful Year, by afraid. Decker, 1603.--Shakspeare often vises familiar terins in 7 The poet has made Faulconbridge forget that he his most serious speeches; and Malone has adduced had made a similar mistake. other instances in this play: but in this very speech

8 The Lady Blanch was daughter to Alphonso, tha his deau chaps' is surely not more elevaled than mous. ninth king of Castile, and was niece to King John by his ing.

sister Eleanor. Potentates.

9 Zralous for pious. 3 The old copy reads 'Kings of our fear, &c.'. The 10 Spleen is used by Shakspeare for any violent eincluation is Mr. Tyrwhil's. King'd of our fears,' hurry or tumultuous speed. In a Midsummer Night's İ, ecur fears being our kings or rulers. is manifest Dream he applies spiren to the lig! that the reading of the old copy is corrupt, and that it 11 A stay here seems to mean a supporter of a cause must have been so worded, that their lears should be • Here's an extraordinary paruisan or maintainer that styled their kingo or masters, and not they kings or shakes,' &c. Baret translates columen vel firmamen

vours a mouse."

match;

Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,)
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and I will enforce it easily to my love.
seas;

Further I will not llatter you, my lord,
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions

That all I see in you is worthy love, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!

Than this,—that nothing do I see in you, What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?

(Though churlish thoughts themselves should be He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and

your judge,) bounces

That I can find should merit any hate. He gives the bastinado with his tongue ;

K. John, What say these young ones? What say Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his,

you, my mece? But buffets better than a fist of France:

Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.

K. John. Speak, then, prince Dauphin ; can you El. Son, list to this conjunction, make this love ihis lady?

Law. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from lovo; Give with our niece a dowry large enough: For I do love her most unfeigniedly. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie

K. John. Then do I give Volquessen,· Touraine, Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,

Maine,
That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.

With her to thee; and this addition more,
I see a yielding in the looks of France ;

Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.Mark, how they whisper : urge them, while their Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, souls

Command thy son and daughter to join hands. Are capable of this ambition :

K. Phi. It'likes us well;-Young princes, close Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath

your hands. Or soft petitions, pity, and remorse,

Aust. And your lips, too; for I am well assurd Cool and congeal again to what it was.

That I did so, when I was first assur'd." I Cit. Why answer not the double majesties K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? Let in that amily which you have made ; K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for- For, at Saint Mary's chapel, presently, ward first

The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.To speak unto this city: What say you ?

Is not the Lady Constance in this troop? K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely I know, she is not; for this match, made up, son,

Her presence would have interrupted much :Can in this book of beauty read,' I love,

Where is she and her son? tell me, who knows.. Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:

Lew. She is sad and passionate at your highFor Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,

ness' tent. And all that we upon this side the sea

K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we (Except this city now by us besieg'd)

have made, Find liable to our crown and dignity,

Will give her sadness very little cure.Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich Brother of England, how may we content In titles, honours, and promotions,

This widow lady? In her right we came; As she in beauty, education, blood,

Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way, Holds hand with any princess of the world. To our own vantage." K. Phi. What say'si thou, boy? look in the lady's K. John.

We will heal up all; face.

For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye l find And earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,

We make him lord of.—Call the Lady Constance; The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;

Some speedy messenger bid her repair Which, being but the shadow of your son,

To our solemnity :-I trust we shall, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow ; If not fill up the measure of her will, I do protest, I never lov'd myself,

Yet in some measure satisfy her so, Till now infixed I beheld myself

That we shall stop her exclamation. Drawn in the flattering table? of her eye.

Go we, as well as haste will suffer us, (Whispers with BLANCH. To this unlouk'd for, unprepared pomp, Ban. Drawn in the flatiering table of her eye!

(Exeunt all but the Bastard. --The Citizens Hang!d in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!

Tetire from the Walls.
And quarter'd in her heart?-he doth espy Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition:

Hiinself love's traitor : This is pity now, John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
That hang’d, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should Hath willingly departed with a part:
be,

And France (whose armour conscience buckled on ;, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine: As God's own soldier,)rounded in the car If he sco aught in you, that makes him like, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil; That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, That broker, that still breaks the I can with ease translate it to my will;

That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,

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trem reipublica by the stay, the chiese mainteyner and 5 Afianced, contracted. auccour of,' &c. It has been proposed to read, Here's 6 Passionate here means agitatrd, perturbed, a prey a say;' i. e. a speech; and it must be confessed that it to mournful sensations, not moved or disposed to anger, would agree well with the tenor of the subsequent part Thus in the old play, entitled, The true Tragedie of of Faulconbridge's speech.

Richard Duke of York, 1600:-
I So in Pericles :-

Tell me, good madam,
Her face the book of praises,' &c.

Why is your grace so passionate of late 3 The table is the plain surface on which any thing 7 Advantage. is depicted or writen. Tablette, Fr. Our ancestors 8 To part and depart were formerly synonymous called their memorandum-books a pair of writing tables. So in Cooper's Dictionary, v. "communicn, to commųVide Baret's Alvearie, 1575, Letter T. No. 2.

nicate or deparle a thing I have with another.! 3 This is the ancient name for the country now calleil 9 To round or roun in the ear is to ulpirper; from tho Verin, in Latin Pagus Velocassinne. Thal part of the Saxon runiun, susurrare. The word and its etymo. it called the Norman Verin was in dispute between Phi. logy is fully illustrated by Casaubon, in his Treatise de lip and John. This and the subsequent line (except the Ling. Saxonica, and in a Letter by Sir H. Spelman, words do I give')

are taken from the old play. published in Worinius, Literatura Runica. Hafnize, 4 See Winter's Tale, Act i. Sc. 2.

1651, p. 4,

of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,– Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
Who having no external thing to lose

And let belief and life encounter so,
But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of that; As doth the fury of two desperate men,
That smooth-faced gentleman,' lickling commo- Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.-
dity;'--

Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou ? Commodity, the bias of the world;

France friend with England! what becomes of me? The world, who of itself is peised well,

Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; Made to run even, upon even ground;

This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Till this advantage, ihis vile drawing bias,

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, This sway of motion, this commodity,

But spoke the harm that is by others done? Makes it take head from all indifferency,

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, From all direction, purpose, course, intent:

As it makes harmful all that speak of it. And this same bias, this commodity,

Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Const. If thou, thai bidd'st me be content, wert Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France,

grim, Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, From a resolv'd and honourable war,

Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless® stains, To a most base and vile-concluded peace.

Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, And why rail I on this commodity ?

Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, But for because he hath not woo'd me yet: I would not care, I then would be content; Not that I have the power to clutch' my hand, For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou When his fair angels' would salute my palm: Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. But for my hand, as unattempted yet,

But thou art fair ; and at thy birth, dear boy ! Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.

Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,

Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And say,--there is no sin, but to be rich;

And with the half-blown rose : but fortune, O! And being rich, my virtue then shall be,

She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; To say,—there is no vice, but beggary:

She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; Since kings break faith upon commodity,

And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France ? Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,

(E.cit. And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.

France is a bawd to fortune, and King John;

That strumpet fortune, that usurping John :-
ACT III.
.

Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
SCENE I. The same. The French King's Tent. Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
Enter ConstanCE, Arthur, and SalisbuRY.

And leave those woes alone, which I alone

Am bound to under-bear. Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a Sal.

Pardon me, madam, peace!

I may not go without you to the kings. False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with' Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those pro

thee: vivces ?

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout." Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again :

To me, and to the state of my great gries, It cannot be; thou dost but

say,

Let kings assemble ; for my grief's so great,
I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Is but the vain breath of a common man;

Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;

Kere is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. I have a king's oath to the contrary:

(She urrows herself on the ground Thou shalt be puuish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears,

Enter KING JOHN, King Philip, Lewis, BLANCH, Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and Attendants. A widow, husbandless, subject to lears;

K. Phi. "Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed A woman, naturally born to fears;

day,
And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, Ever in France shall be kept festival :
With my ver'd spirits I cannot take a truce, To solemeize this day, the glorious sun
But they will quake and tremble all this day. Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Turniby, with splepdour of his precious eye,
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?

The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold :
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Shall never see it but a holyday.
Like a proud river peering' o'er his bounds? Const. A wicked day, and not a holydays 1
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?

(Rising Then speak again; not all thy former tale, What hath this day deservd? what hath it dones ! But this one word, whether thy tale be true. That it in golden letters should be set

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, Among the high tides, in the calendar That give you cause to prove my saying true. Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week;'

Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, This day of shame, oppression, perjury:

| Commodity is interest, adrantage. So Baret :- ground. The present division, which was made by "What fruile or commoditie had he lay this his friend. Theobald, is certainty right. ship?Alpearie, Letter C. 867. The construction of 6 Capable is susceptible. this passage, though harsh to modern ears, is-Com 7 This seems to have been imitated by Marston, in modity, he that wins of all, -he thal cheats the poor his Insatiate Countess, 1603:maid of that only external thing she has to lose, Hamely "Then how much more in me, whose youthful veins, the word maid, i. e. her chastity.'

Like a proud river, overflow their buiends.' Henderson has adduced a passage from Cupid's 8 Unsightly. Whirligig, 1607, which happily illustrates the word bias 9 Svart is dark, dusky. Prodigious is portentous in this passage :

so deformed as to be taken for å foretoken of eril. o, the world is like a byas bowle, and it runs 10 The old copy reads, “makes its owner sloop.' The AV on the rieh men's sides.'

emendation is Sir T. Hanmer's. 2 Clasp 3 Cain.

4 i. e. but cause. 11 Solemn seasons, times to be observed above others 5. In the old copy, the Second Act extends to the end 12 In allusion to Job iii. 3.- Let the day perish,' &c. of the speech of Lady Constance, in the next scene, al and v. 6, 'Let it not be joined to the days of the year, les she conclusion of which she throws herself on the is not coine into the number of the months."

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Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child To thee, King John, my holy errand is.
Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd;. And from Pope Innocent the legate here,
But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; Do, in his name, religiously demand,
No bargains break, that are not this day made: Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
This day, all things begun come to ill end; So wilfully dost

spurn; and, force perforce, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change ! Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop

K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause of Canterbury, from that holy see?
To curse the fair proceedings of this day: This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name,
Have I not pawnd to you my majesty ?

Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit, 3. k. John. What earthly name to interrogatories,'
Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and Can task the free breath of a sacred king?
tried,

Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn; So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England,
The grappling vigour and rough frown of war Add thus much more,—That no Italian priest
Is cold in amity and painted peaco,,

Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
And our oppression hath made up this league : But as we under heaven are supreme head,
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd So under him, that great supremacy,
kings!

Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,
A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens! Without the assistance of a mortal hand :
Let not the hours of this ungodly day

So tell the pope: all reverence set apart, Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, To him and his usurp'd authority. Set armed discord 'twist these perjur'd kings! K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in Hear me, o, hear me !

this, Lady Constance, peace. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of CrisConst. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a tendom, war.

Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,
O Lymoges! O Austria ! thou dost shame Dreading the curse that money may buy out,
Thai bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
coward,

Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Thou little valiant, great in villany!

Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; But when her humorous ladyship is by

Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd, too, Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear,

Thou shalt stand curs’d, and excommunicate : Upon my party! thou cold-blooded slave,

And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? From bis allegiance to an heretic;
Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend And meritorious shall that hand be call's,
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Canonized, and worship'd as a saint,
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?

That takes away by any secret course
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, Thy hateful life.

5 And hang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs. Const.

O, lawful let it be, dusi. O, that a man should speak those words That I have room with Rome to curse a while ! to me!

Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen, Basi. And hang a call’s-skin on those recreant To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, limbs.

There is no tongue hath power to curse bim right. Ausl. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Pand, There's law and warrant, lady, for my Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs.

Const. And for mine too; when law can do no K. John. We like not thís; thou dost forget

right,
thyself.

Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong:
Enter PANDULPH.

Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,

For he that holds his kingdom, holds the law : Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven:1 i. e. be disappointed by the production of a prodigy, to call him a coward; she tells him that a call's-skin

would suit his recreant limbs better than a liou's. 2 Bul for unless; its exceptive sense of be out. In calf-hearted fellou is still used for a dastardly person. the ancient almanacs the days supposed to be favourable & Pope inserted the following lines from the old play or unfavourable to bargains are distinguished, among a here, which he thought necessary to explain the ground number of particulars of the like importance.

of the Bastard's quarrel with Austria :3 i. e. a false coin; a representation of the king being * Ausl. Methinks tnat Richard's pride, and Richard's usually impressed on his coin. A counterfeit formerly

fall, signified also a portrait. The word seems to be here Should be a precedent to fright you all. used equivocally.

Faule. What words are these? How do my sinews 4 Shakspeare, in the person of Austria, has conjoined

shake! the two well known enemies of Richard Caur-de-lion. My father's foe clad in my father's spoil ; Leopold, duke of Austria, threw him into prison in a How doth Alecto whisper in my ears, former expedition (in 1193); but the castle of Chaluz, Delay not, Richard, kill the villain straight; before which he fell (in 1199), belonged to Vidomar, Disrobe him of the matchless monument, viscount of Limoges. The archer who pierced his Thy father's triumph o'er the sarages ! shoulder with an arrow (or which wound he died) was Now by his sotik swear, my father's soul, Bertrand de Gourdon. Austria in the old play is called Twice will I not review ihe morning's rise, Lymoges, the Austrich duke. Holinshed says, “The Till I have torn that trophy from thy back, same year Philip, bastard sonne to King Richard, to And split thy heart for wearing it so long." whom his father had given the castell and honour of 7 What earthly name subjoined to interrogatories, Coniacke, killed the viscount of Lymoges in revenge or can force a king to sprak and answer them ? The old his father's death,' &c.

copy reads earthy. The emendation was Pope's. It 5 Sir John Hawkins thought that was here ahas also tash instead of task in the next line, which was. sarcastic intention of calling Austria a fool; he says substituted by Theobald. Johnson observes that this chiat a calf-skin coat was anciently the dress of a fool. must have been a very captivating scene at the time of k is more probable, as Ritson observes, that sho means our struggles with popery

curse.

a monster.

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