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What fince thou fwor'ft, is fworn against thyself;
And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
Is to mistake again; tho' indirect,
And falihood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire,
By what thou fwear'ft, against the thing thou fwear'ft:
And better conqueft never canft thou make,
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off;
Faulc. Will't not be?
Will not a calve's-skin ftop that mouth of thine?
Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
Against the blood that thou haft married?
What, fhall our feaft be kept with flaughter'd men?
Is husband in my mouth ?) ev'n for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Against mine uncle.
Conft. O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Blanch. Now fhall I fee thy love; what motive may Be ftronger with thee than the name of wife?
Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour ILewis. I mule, your Majefty doth feem fo cold, When fuch profound refpects do pull you on?
Pand. I will denounce a curfe upon his head. K. Philip. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall from thee.
Conft. O fair return of banish'd Majefty!
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconftancy!
K. John. France, thou fhalt rue this hour within this hour.
Faulc. Old time the clock-fetter, that bald fexton
Is it, as he will? well then, France fhall rue.
Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: fair day, adieu! Which is the fide that I must go withal?
I am with both, each army hath a hand,
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
K. John. Coufin, go. draw our puiffance together.
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath,
That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
K. Philip. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou
To afhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire:
Look to thyfelf, thou art in jeopardy.
K. John. No more, than he that threats. To arms, let's hie.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of Battle. Alarms, Excurfions: Enter Faulconbridge, with Austria's
TOW, by my life, this day grows wond'roushot; (12)
Some fiery devil hovers in the sky,
And pours down mifchief. Auftria's head lie there.
Unto his father's ever-living foul.
Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard, make up:
My mother is affailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.
Faulc. My lord, I refcu'd her:
-it grows wondrous bot;
Some airy Devil bovers in the Sky.] I have, by Mr. Warburton's Direction, ventur'd to substitute, fiery Devil. It is a very unconclufive Inference, fure, that, because it grew wond'rous hot, foms airy Devil hover'd in the Sky. It is a fort of Reasoning, that carries an Air of Ridicule; unless we could determine, that the Poet meant no more by the Epithet than to exprefs the Sacred Text, in which the. Devil is stiled the Prince of the Air.
But on, my Liege; for very little pains
Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords.
K. John. So fhall it be; your Grace fhall ftay behind So ftrongly guarded: Coufin, look not fad, [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee, as thy father was.
Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief.
Ufe our commiffion in its utmost force.
Faul. Bell, book, and candle fhall not drive me back, When gold and filver beck me to come on.
I leave your highness: grandam, I will pray
For your fair fafety; fo I kifs your hand.
Eli. Come hither, little kinfman;
[Exit Faule. -hark, a word. [Taking him to one fide of the flage.
K. John. [to Hubert on the other fide.]
-the fat Ribs of Peace
Muft by the bungry now be fed upon.] This Word now feems a very idle Term here, and conveys no fatisfactory Idea. An Antithefis, and Opposition of Terms, so perpetual with oug Author, requires ;
Muft by the bungry War be fed upon.
War demanding a large Expence, is very poetically faid to be hungry, and to prey on the Wealth and Fat of Peace.
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say só yet,
But thou fhalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow,
I had a thing to fay-but, let it go:
Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes,
-If the midnight Bell
Did with bis iron Tongue, and brazen Mouth,
Sound on into the drowy race of Night;] I do not think, that found on gives here that Idea of Solemnity and Horror, which, 'tis plain, our Poet intended to imprefs by this fine Defcription; and which my Emendation conveys. i. e. If it were the ftill part of the Night, or One of the Clock in the Morning, when the Sound of the Bell ftrikes upon the Ear with most Awe and Terror. And it is very usual with our Shakepears in other. Paffages to exprefs the Horror of a Midnight Bell,