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Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Her enemies ranks? (I must withdraw and weep (27)
Upon the spot of this enforced caufe ;)
the of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here !
What, here? O nation, that thou could'At remove !
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple chee onto a Pagan shore !
Where these two Chriftian armies inight combine-
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so un-neighbourly.
Lewis. A noble teinper dolt thou Mew in this,
And great affection, wrestling in thy bosom,
Doth make an earthquake of nobility.
Oh, what a nohle combat haft thou fought,
B:tween compulsion, and a brave refpe&t!
Let me wipe off chis honourable dew,
That filveriy doth progress on thy checks,
My heart häth melied at a Lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation :
Editors, the word ranger is here an adjective in its usage, and to lac cuplet 10 murch, which is its substantive and no verb. So in Ricbard II.
And tread the stranger paths of banishment. And so in his poem, calid, Tarquin and Lucrece ;
But she, that never cop'd with firarger eyes, As to the use of this word adjeflively, I have already spoke in my zd. note on Midsummer Night's Dream. (27)
I muft withdraw.and weep Upon the spot, for this enforced cause.}. Thus Mr. Pope points. and reads these lines: whith, if I underítand the drift, is making Salifoury say, " I must go from ibis spot, and werp upon it." I have chose to ftick to i he reading of the old copies, and to throw the palfage into Parenthesis ; this is what, I apprehend, the Poet means, Salihury thouid say; “.1 muft, turn aside, and weep for this stain " This disgrace, of our revolt ; to which we have been enforced by " the King's proceedings.” So in the last fpeech of Salisbury to. Prince Henry, the word spot again is used.
and the like tender of our love we make
10 reit without a spot for evermore.
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This show'r, blown up by tempeft of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd,
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heav'n
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this storm.
Commend these waters to those baby-eyes,
That never saw the giant world enrag'd ;
Nor met with fortune, other than at feasts,
Full-warm of blood, of mirth, of goffiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity,
As Lewis himself; fo, nobles, shall you all,
That knit your finews to the strength of mine.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake !
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,
And on our actions set the name of right
With holy breath!
Pand. Hail, noble Prince of France !
The next is this : King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome ; his spirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy church,,
The great metropolis and fee of Rome.
Therefore thy threat'ning colours-now wind up;
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;..
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace ; ..
And be no further harmful than in thew..
Lewis... Your Grace ihall pardon me, I will not back!
Jam too high-born to be property'd,
To be a secondary at controul;
Or. useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign State throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of war,.
Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself ;-
And brought in matter, that should feed this firea
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out,
With that same weak wicd which enkindled it..
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with int’rest to this land;
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart :
And come ye now, to tell me Jolin hath made
His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine :
And now it is halt conquer’d, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's slave? what penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,
To under-prop this action is't not I,
'That undergo this charge : who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard thefc iftanders Mhout out,
Vive le Roy! as I have bank'd their towns ?
Have I not here the beft cards for the
To win this easy match, play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded fet?
No, on my soul, it never hall be faid.
Pand. You look but on the outfide of this work.
Lewis, Outside or inside, I will not return,
Till my attempt so much be glorify'd,
As to my ample hope was promised,
Before I drew this gallant head of war;
And culi'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Evin in the jaws of danger, and of death.
[Trumpet forne'is What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
Faule. According to the fair play of the world,
Let me have audience: I am fent to speak,
My holy Lord of Milain, from the King :
I come, to learn how you have dealt for him :
And as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.
Pand. The Dauphin is too willful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d,
The youth says well. Now hear our English King ;
Eor thus his royalty doth speak in me :
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should.
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This harness'd mask, and upadvised revel,
This unhair'd fauciness and boyish troops, (28)
(28) This unheard fauciness, and boyish troops,] Thus the printed copies in general: but unbeard is an epithet of very little force, ur meaning here ; besides let us observe how 'tis coupled. Fäulcon-bridge is sneering at the Dauphin's invasion, as an unadvis'd enterprize, savouring of youth and indiscretion; the result of childin. ness, and unthinking rathness: and he seems altogether to dwell on: this character of it, by calling his preparation boyish troopsg,dwarfijn. ruar, pigmy arms, &c. So before, in the itt scene of this act,. Faulionbridge says;
shall a beardless boy,
A cockred, fikken, wanton brave our fields ?
Let me subjoin a few instances to fhew, that this epithet unbair'd is.
very much in the mode of our Sbakespeare's expression. Sosia,
And many unrougb youthsgo
That even now protet-their first of manhood..
Love's Labour loft.
l'll mark no words that Smootb-fac'd lovers fay..
Antony and Cleopatra.
or who knows,
If the scarce-bearded Cæfar have not sent..
His pow'sful mandate to you?
When with his Amazonian chin he drove?
The briflled lips before him.
Till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable.
For who is he, whose cbin is but enricb'd
With one apfearing hair,
And in his poem, callid, Venus and Adonis ;
Whose beams upon his bairle's face are fou'dg
The King doth smile at; and is well-prepar'd:
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
From out the circle of his territories.
That hand which had the strength, ey'n at your doors,
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch ;
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter of your ftable-planks,
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ;;
To herd with swine ; to seek sweet safety out,
In vaults and prisons ; add to thrill, and Jake,
Ev'n at the crying of our nation's crow,
Thinking his voice an armed English-man;
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your.chanibers gave you chastisement?
No; know, the gallant Monarch is in arms;
And like an eagle o'er his airy tow'rs,
'To fouse annoyance that comes near his neft.
And you degen’rate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody, Neros', ripping up the womb
your dear mother England, blush for shame.
For your own Ladies, and pale.visag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums ;.
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Their needles to-lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.
Lewis. There end thy brave and turn thy face in peace;
We grant, thou canst out-fcold us ; fare thee well:
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a babler.
Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Faul. No, I will speak.
Lervis. We will attend të neither:
the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our int’rest, and our being here.
Faulo. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out;: And so fhall you, being beaten ; do but start, An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And ev’n at hand a drum is ready brac'd, That shall reverb'rate all as loud as thine.