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Then, after, fight who shall be King of it?

Faulo. And if thou hast the mettle of a King,
Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town,
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will ours, against these faucy walls ;
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why, then defie each other ; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves for heav'n'or hell.

K. Philip. Let it be so: say, where will you assault?

K. John. We from the west will send destruction
Into this City's bofom.

Auft. I from the north.

K. Philip. Our thunder from the south
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

Faulo. O prudent discipline! from North to South;
Auftria and France shoot in each other's mouth,
I'll stir them to it; come, away, away!

. Cit. Hear us, great Kings ; vouchsafe a while to
And I shall thew you peace, and fair-fac'd league ;
Win you this city without -Atroke or wound ;
Rescue those bregshing lives to die in beds,
That hert come facrifices for the field ;
Persever not, but hear me, mighty Kings.
K. ):hn. Speak on, with favour ; we are bent to

hear. Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, Is near :o England; look upon

the

years
Of Letis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid.
If lusty love should go in queft of beauty,
Where fould he find it fairer than in Blanch
If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love, ambiticus, fought a match of Birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty', yirtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way compleat:
If not compleat of -say, he is not me ;
*And the again wants nothing, (to name Want,/
If Want it be not, that she is not he,
VOL. III.

He

He is the half part of a blessed man, (8)
Left to be finished by such a She :
And she a fair divided Excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Oh! two such filver currents, when they join,
Do glorifie the banks that bound them in :
And two such shores, to two such streams made one,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, Kings,
To these two Princes, if you marry them.
This union shall do more than battery can,
To our faft-closed gates : for at this match,
With swifter Spleen than Powder can enforce,
The mouth of passage thall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance; but without this match,
The lea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions so confident, mountains and rocks
So free from motion ; no, not death himself
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this City.

Faulc. Here's a stay,
That shakes-the rotten carcais of old Death
Out of his rags. Here's a large month, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks and seas į
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 smoak and bounce,
He gives the bastinado with his tongue :
Our ears are cudgel’d; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a filt of France ;
Zounds! I was never fo bethumpt with words,
Since I first call’d my brother's father dad,

Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match, Give with our Neice a dowry large enuagh; For by this knot thou fhalt so sure!y tie (8) He is the balf Part of a biifed Man,

Left to be finished by fucb as She:] The ingenious Dr. Tbirlby prescrib'd that Reading, which I have here restor'd to the Text; and which is absolutely requisite to the Sense of the Passage.

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Thy now unsur'd assurance to the Crown,
That yon green boy shall have no Sun to ripe
The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a Yielding in the looks of France ;
Mark, how they whisper; urge them while their souls
Are capable of this ambition ;
Left zeal now melted by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Cit. Why answer not the double Majesties
This friendly Treaty of our threatend town?
K. Philip. Speak, England, first, that hath been for-

ward first
To speak unto this City : what say you ?

K: John. If that the Dauphin there, thy Princely son,
Can in this book of beauty read, I love ;
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a Queen.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poiệtiers, (9)
And all that we upon this fide the sea,
Except this City now by us besieg'd,
Find liable to our Crown and Dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions ;
(9) For ANGIERS and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,

And all that We upon this side the Sea,
Except this City norw by us besieg'd,

Find liable, &c.] This is a remarkable Inftance of Carelert-
ness in a Point that stares common Sense full in the Face : and
yet thus all the Editors in their profound Sagacity. What was
the City befreg'd, but Angiers ? King John, consenting to match
the Lady Blancb with the Dauphin, agrees, in Part of her Dow-
ry, to give up all he held in France, except the City of Angiers,
which he now befiegid and laid Claim to. But could it be
thought, that he should at one and the same time give up all
except Angiers, and give up That too? Anjou was one of the
Provinces, which the English held in France; and which the
French King by Chatilion claim'd of K. Jobn in Right of Duke
Aribur, at the very Opening of the Play. Angiers, instead of
Anjou, has been falsely printed in several other Passages of
this History.

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As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any Princess of the world.
K. Philip. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's

face.
Lewis. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle ;
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a Sun, and makes your son a shadow.
I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
'Till now, infixed, I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flatt’ring table of her eye.

[Whispering with Blanch. Faulc. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye!

Hang’d in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espie

Himself love's traitor : this is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter’d, there should be, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine. If he see aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will : Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will inforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this; that nothing do I see in you, (Though churlish thoughts themselves thould be your

judge) That I can find should merit

any

hate. K. John. What say these young Ones? what say you,

my Neice Blanch. That she is bound in Honour still to do What

you

in wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love

this lady? Lewis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love ; For I do love her most unfeignedly.'

K Joha.

K. John. Then do I give Volqueffen, Touraine, Maine,
Poittiers, and Anjou, thele five Provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand Marks of English coin.
Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,.
Command thy Son and Daughter to join hands.
K. Philip. It likes us well; young Princes, close your

hands.
Auft. And your lips too ; for, I am well assur'd,
That I did so, when I was first assur'd.

K. Philip. Now, Citizens of Angiers, ope your gates,
Let in that amity which you have made :
For at Saint Mary's Chapel presently
The Rites of Marriage shall be folemniz'd.
Is not the lady Conflance in this troop?
I know, she is not ; for this-Match made up
Her presence would have interrupted much.
Where is the and her fon, tell me, who knows?'
Lewis. She's fad. and passionate at your Highness'

Tent.
K. Pbilip. And, by my faith, this league, that we

have made,
Will give her sadness very little Cure.
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow lady: in her Right we came ;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way
To our own vantage.

K. John. We will heal up all,
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Britain,
And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
We make him lord of. Call the lady Constance ;
Some speedy Messenger bid her repair
To our Solemnity : I trust, we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfie her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,
To this unlook’d-for, unprepared, Pomp.

[Ex. all but Faulconbr. Faul. Mad world, mad Kings, mad composition ! Q3

John,

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