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Sound but another, and another shall,
Lewis. Strike up your drums, to find this danger out,
[Exeunt, SCENE changes to a Field of Battle.
Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert.
Hub. Badly, I fear; how fares your Majesty ? K. John. This sever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me: oh, my heart is frck!
Enter a Messenger. Ms. My Lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, Desires your Majesty to leave the field; And send him word by. me which way you go.
K.Joh. Tell him, tow?rd Szvinstead, to the abbey there,
Mes. Be of good comfort: for the great supply,
K. Jolin. Ah me!- this tyrant fever burns me up,
SCENE changes to the French Camp.
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. Sal.
Pemb. Uponce again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry, we, miscarry too.
Sal. That mir-begotten devil, Faulconbridge;
Enter Melun, woanded.
Melun. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold;;
(29) Unthread the rude-eye of rebellion,] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, how poor is the metaphor, of untbreading the eye of a needle? And, besides, as there is no mention made of a needle, how remote and obfcure is the allufion without it? The text, as I bave restor'd it, is eafy and natural ; and it is the mode of exprefa fion, which our Author is every where fond of, to tread and untready, she way, patb, steps, &c. So Salisbury, says afterwards in this scenej,
We will untread the feps of damned flight.
of glory. Richard II.
But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Richard III.
Go, tread the parb that thou falt ne'er :retura,
Where is the horse, that doth untread again ·
That he did pace them first?
Whilft, like a puft and careless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsi
Dear amity and everlasting love.
Sal. May this be poflible! may this be true!
Melun. Have I not hideous death within my views
soul, With contemplation, and devout desires. Sal. We do believe thee, and be threw
For I do fee the cruel pangs of death
[Exeunt, leading off Melun. SCENE changes to a different part of the
Enter Lewis, and his Train. 'HE sun of heav'n, methought, was loth to set,
When th' English measur'd backward their own ground:
Mef, The Count Melun is Nain; the English Lords -
Lewis. Ah foul, shrewd, news! Befhrew thy very heart, I did not think to be so sad to-night,. As this hath made. me. Who was he, that said, King John did Ay, an hour or two before The stumbling night did part our weary powers.
Mes. Who ever spoke it, it is true, my Lord.
Lew.Well; keep good quarter,and good care to-night;: The day shall not be up so soon as I,
the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Exeunte
SCENE, an open Place in the Neighbourhood
of Swinstead Abbey. Enter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, severally. Hu. Ho’s therei speak, ho! speak quickly,or.rshoot..
Hub. Of the part of England.
Hub. What's that to thee?
Faulc. Hubert, I think.
Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought: I will upon all hazards well believe Thou art my friend, that know'it my tongue so well: Who art thou?
Faulc. Who thou wilt? and, if thou please, Thou may'ft' be-friend me so much, as to think, I come one way of the Plantagenets !
Hub.Unkind remembrance! thouand eyeless night (30) Have done me shame į brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy congue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
Faulo. Come, come; sans complement, what news abroad?:
Hub. Why here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out:
Faulc. Brief then : and what's the news?
Hub, O my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night; Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Faulc. Shew me the very wound of this ill news, I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Hub. The King, I fear, is poison’d by a Monk: (30) Urkind remembrance; thou and endless night.
Have done me frame : - ) Why, endless night? Hubert means no more, than that the dulness of his recollection, and the darkness of the night, had disgraced him in his not knowing Faulconbridge by the tone of his voice. Our Author certainly wrote, eye-lefs. Mr. Warburton likewise conçurr'd in starting this emendation,