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From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this realm
Is fled to heav'n; and England now is teft
To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth
The unowed interest of proud-lwelling state.
Now for the bare-pickt bone of Majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest;
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
Now pow'rs from home and discontents at home
Meet in one line: and vaft confusion waits
(As doth a raven on a sick, fall'n beast)
The imminent decay of wrefled pomp:
Now happy he, whose cloak and cinăure can
Hold out this tempelt. Bear away that child,
And follow me with speed ; I'll to the King;
A thousand businesses are brief at hand,
And heav'n itself doth frown upon the land. [Exeunt,
"Sagacious Editors ! The stupid pointing, which has prevail'd in all the copies, makes ftaik nonsense of the passage. My pointing restores it to its genuine purity. Fauleonbridge, seeing Huberi take up the body of the dead Prince, makes two reflections:- How eafiy, says he, diß thou take up all England in tbat burden! and then, ihat the life, right, and truth of the realm was Aed to heaven tioun out the breathless coarse of that flaughtered ro; alts,
SCENE, the Court of England.
Enter King John, Pandulph, and Attendants.
HUS I have yielded up into your hand
The circle of my glory. [Giving the crown
Pand. Take again
From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your sovereign greatness and authority.
K.John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the Frencking And from his Holinefs use all your power To stop their marches, 'fore we are enfiam'd. Our discontented counties do revolt; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance, and the love of fonl, To stranger blood, to foreign royalty : This inundation of mist mper'd humour Refts by you only to be qualify’d. Then pause not; for the present time's so fick, That present medicine must be miniftred, Or overthrow incurable ensues.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempelt up, Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope : But since you are a gentle convertite, (24)
My (24) But fince you are a gentle convertite. ) i. e. a convert, (a penitent) as we now phrase it : But in our Author's time, convertite was the term in fashion. We find him use it again more than once ; la As you like it, sententious Jaques says;
out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and leam'da
And in his poem, call'd, Tarquin and Lucrece;
He thence departs a heavy convertite ;
She there remains a hopeless caft-away,
My tongue shalt hush again this form of war;
And make fair weather in your bluft'ring land.
On this Afcenfion day, remember well,
Upon your oath of service to the Pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms.
K. John. Is this Af ension-day ? did not the prophec
Say, that before Afcenfion-day at noon
My crown I fould give off? even fo I have :
I did suppole, it should be on constraint;
But, heav'n be thank'd, it is but voluntary.
Enter Faulcon bridge.
Faulc. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out
But Dover-Cafle: London hath receiv’d,
Like a kind hoft, the Dauphin and his powers.
Your nobles will not hear
To offer service to your enemy;
And wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. John. Would not my Lords return to me again,
After they heard, young Arthur was alive?
Faule. They found him dead, and caftinto the streets, An empty casket, where the jewel, life,
some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.
Faule. So on my foul he did, for ought he knew :
But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought :
Let not the world see fear and fad diftruit
Govern the motion of a kingly eye :
Be itirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and out-face the brow
Of bragging horror : fo shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great;.
And Beaumont and Fletcher in their Noble Gentleman,
Your coufin, who is now a convertite; The termination of this word, no doubt, we form'd from the lialiame participle, convertiro :. And the Spaniare's likewise call a convert, un convertido.
Grow great by your example; and put on:
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away, and glitter like the god of war,
When he intendech to become the field;
Shew boldness and afpiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there : and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be said ! Forage, and run
To meet displeasure farther from the doors;
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.
K. John. The legate of the Pope hath been with me,
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And he hath promisd to dismiss the powers.
Led by the Dauphis,
Faulo. O inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play.orders, and make compromise,
Infinuation, parly, and base truce,
To arms invasive i shall a beardless boy,
A.cockred, filken, wanton brave our fields,
And Aeth his fpirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check! ler us, my Liege, 'to arms :
Perchance, she Cardinal can't make your peace;
Or if he do, let it at least be said,
They saw, we had a purpose of defence.
K.John. Have thou the ord’ring of this present time..
Faulc. Away. then, with good courage ; yet, I know. Our party may well meet a. prouder toe. (Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Dauphin's Camp, at
St. Edmundsbury. (25)
Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroken
Bigot, and Soldiers.
Lervis. Y Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
Return (25) at S: Edmoodsbury.] I have vestur'd to fix the place of the Scene here, which is specified by none of the Editors, on the following:
Return the president to these Lords again,
That having our fair order written down,
Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes,
May know wherefore we took the facrament;
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
Sal. Upon our fides it never shall be broken.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we fwear
A voluntary zeal and un-urg'd faith
To your proceedings; yet believe me, Prince,
I am not glad that such a fore of time
Should seek a plaifter by contemn'd revolt;
And heal th' invet’rate canker of one wound,
By making many. Oh, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker: oh, and there,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury.
But such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physick of our right,
We cannot deal but with the
Of ftern injustice, and confused wrong:
And is't not pity, oh my grieved friends!
That, we, the sons and children of this isie,
Were born to fee fo fad an hour as this,
Wherein we itep after a itranger march (26)
authorities. In the preceding act, where Salisbury has fix'd to go over to the Dauphin, he says,
Lords, I will meet him at St. Edmon foury.
And Count Melun, in this last act, says;
and many more with me,
Upon the altar at St. Edmundfury;
Even on that altar, where we swore to you,
Dear amity, and everlasting love. And it appea-s likewise from the troublesovie reign of King John, in two parts, (the first rough model of this play) that the interchange of vows betwixt the Dauphin and the English Barons was-a: St. Eán:orid'sbury. (26) Wberein'we step after a Aranger, march
Upon ker genele bosim,] This all the printed copies have mistakingly pointed this pallage: but, with fubmiflion to the torner S4