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Jobr, to-ftop Arthur's Title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And France, whose armour Conscience buckled on,
Whom Zeal and Charity brought to the field,
As God's own foldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose changer, that fly devil,
That broker, that ftill breaks the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of Kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word Maid, cheats the poor maid of that ;
That fmooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,
Commodity, the bials of the world,
The world, which of itself is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground ;
?Iill this advantage, this vile-drawing biass,
This fway of motion, this Commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
And this fame biass, this Commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin’d aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and viłe.concluded peace.-
And why rail I on this Commodity ;
But for because he hath not wooed me yet :
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would falute my palm ;
But that my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, while I am a beggar, I will rail ;
And say, there is no fin but to be rich :
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To fay, there is no vice, but beggary.
Since Kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord ; for I will worship thee ! [Exit.


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SCENE, the French King's Pavilion. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.

CONS TAN C B. ONE to be marryd ! gone to swear a peace !' G: False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be

friends! Shall Lervis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces? It is not so, thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard ; Be well advis d, tell o'er thy tale again, It cannot be; thou doft but say, 'tis fo. I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me, I do not believe thée, man ; I have a King's oath to the contrary; Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am fick, and capable of fears ; Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of fears : : A widow, husbandless, subject to fears, A woman, naturally born to fears, And, tho' thou now confess thou didft but jest, With my vext spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why doft thou look so sadly on my fon? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad fighs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again, not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true.



Conf. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this forrowe, Teach thou this forrow how to make me die ; And let belief and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two desp'rate men, Which, in the very meeting, fall and die. Lewis wed Blanch! O boy, then where art thou ? France friend with England ! 'what becomes of me ; Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy fight : This news hath made thee a most ugly inan.

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, But spoke the harm that is by others done ?

Conft. Which harm within itself so heinous is,
As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

Arth. I do beseech you, mother, be content.

. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim,
Ugly, and fland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and fightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks ;
I would not care, I then would be content:
For then I should not love thee: no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy!
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great.
Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lillies boaft,
And with the half-blown rose. But fortune, oh!
She is corrupted, chang'd, and, won from thee,
Adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;
And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to fortune, and to John;
That strumpet fortune, that usurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn in
Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone,
And leave these woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.

Sal. Pardon me, Madam, I may not go without you to the Kings. Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with thee.



I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ;
For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
To me, and to the State of my great Grief,
Let Kings assemble: for my Grief's so great,
That no Supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: Here I and Sorrow fit:
Here is my Throne, bid Kings come bow to it. (10)

[Sits down on the Floor.

Enter bid Kings come bow to it.] I must here account for the Liberty I have taken to make a Change in the Division of the 2d and 3d A&ts. In the old Editions, the 2d Act was made to end here: tho' 'tis evident, Lady Constance here, in her Despair, seats herself on the Floor : and She must be supposed, as I formerly observ’d, immediately to rise again, only to go off and end the Art decently; or the flat Scene must shut her in from the Sight of the Audience, an Absurdity I cannot wish to accuse Sbakespeare of. Mr. Gildon and some other Criticks fancied, that a considerable Part of the 2d Aft was loft ; and that the Charm began here. I had joined in this Suspicion of a Scene or two being loft ; and unwittingly drew Mr. Pope into this Error. It seems to be so, says he, and it were

to be wish'd obe Restorer (meaning Me,) could supply ir.To deserve this Great Man's Thanks, I'll venture at the Task ; and hope to convince my Readers, that nothing is loft ; but that I have supplied the suspected Chalm, only by rectifying the Division of the Ass. Upon looking a little more narrowly into the Corfitution of the Play, I am satisfied that the 3d Af ought to begin with that Scene, which has hitherto been accounted the Last of the 2d Axt: and my Reasons for it are there. The Match being concluded, in the Scene before That, betwixt the Dauphin and Blancb, a Messenger is sent for Lady Constance to K. Pbilip's Tent, for Her to come to St. Mary's Church to the Solemnity. The Princes all go out, as to the Marriage ; and the Bastard staying a little behind, to descant on Interest and Commodity, very properly ends the Aft. The next Scene then, in the French King's Tent, brings us Salisbury, delivering his Message to Conftance, who, refusing to go to the Solemnity, seis herself down on the floor. The whole Train returning from the Church to the French King's Pavi. ljon, Pbilip expresses such satissa Aion on Occasion of the happy Solemnity of that Day ; that Confiance rises from the Floor, a 5


Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,

Faulconbridge, and Austria.
K. Philip. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed

Ever in France shall be kept festival:
To solemnize this day, the glorious fun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchymift;
Turning with splendor of his precious eye
The meagre cloddy earth to glitc'ring gold.
The yearly course, that brings this day about;
Shall never see it, but a holy-day.

Conf. A więked day, and not an holy-day.-- [Rifing
What has this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the kalendar!
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury:
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray, that their burthens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be croft:
But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break, that are not this day made ;.
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow fallhood change !

K. Philip. By heaven; lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day: Have I not pawnd to you my Majefty?

Confit. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn. You came in arms to spill my enemies blood, and joins in the Scene by entring her Protest againft their joy, and curfing the Business of the Day. Thus, I conceive, the Scenes are fairly continued; and there is no Charm in the Ac. tion : but a proper Interval made both for Salisbury's coming to Lady Corftance, and for the Solemnization of the Marriage. Besides, as Faulconbridge is evidently the Poet's favourite Character; 'twas very well judg’d to close the Ad with his soliloquy


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