That to their everlafting refidence, Before the dew of evening fall, fhall fleet, K. Philip. Amen, Amen. arms! Mount, chevaliers, to Faulc. Saint George, that fwing'd the dragon, and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs' door, Teach us fome fence. Sirrah, were I at home Auft. Peace, no more. [To Auftria. Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the Lion roar. In beft appointment all our regiments. Faulc. Speed then to take th' advantage of the field. K. Philip. It fhall be fo-and at the other hill Command the reft to ftand. God, and our right! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. After excurfions, enter the Herald of France with trumpets to the gates. 8 F. Her. Ye men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur Duke of Bretagne in; Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whofe fons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground : And many a widow's hufband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the difcolour'd earth; While victory with little lofs doth play the earth, is juft and beautiful. 8 Ye men of Angiers, &.-] of the widow's husband embracing This fpeech is very poetical and fmooth, and except the conce.t Upon Upon the dancing banners of the French, Enter English Herald with Trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, ye men of Angiers; ring your bells; King John, your King and England's, doth approach, Their armours, that march'd hence fo filver-bright, That did display them, when we first march'd forth; 2 Cit. Heralds, from off our tow'rs we might behold, From first to laft, the Onfet and Retire Of both your armies, whofe equality Blood hath bought blood, and blows have anfwer'd blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power. 9 Rejoice, ye men of Angiers, &c.] The English herald falls fomewhat below his antagonist. Silver armour gilt with blood, is a poor image. Yet our authour has it again in Macbeth. Here lay Duncan, His filver fin lac'd with his golden blood. And, like a jolly troop of buntfmen,] It was, I think, one of the favage practices of the chafe, for all to ftain their hands in the blood of the deer, as a trophy. Heralds, from off, &c.—] These three fpeeches feem to have been laboured. The citizen's is the beft; yet both alike we like, is a poor gingle. Both Both are alike, and both alike we like; One must prove greatest. While they weigh fo even, We hold our town for neither; yet for both. Enter the two Kings with their Powers, at feveral Doors. K. John. France, haft thou yet more blood to caft away? Say, fhall the current of our Right run on? A peaceful progress to the ocean. K. Philip. England, thou haft not fav'd one drop of In this hot tryal, more than we of France; We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear; Gracing the fcroul, that tells of this war's lofs, Faulc. Ha! Majefty,-how high thy glory towers, 3 Cry havock! Kings; ·] That is, command slaughter to preceed; fo in another place. He with Atè by his file, You You equal Potents, fiery-kindled fpirits! The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and death. Cit. The King of England, when we know the King? K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Cit. A greater pow'r, than ye, denies all this Our former fcruple in our ftrong-barr'd gates. And ftand fecurely on their battlements, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. 4 In former copies : ,, Kings of our fears,- -] We What power was this? their fears. It That done, diffever your united strengths, How like you this wild counfel, mighty States? K. John. Now by the fky, that hangs above our I like it well. France, fhall we knit our Pow'rs, As we will ours, against these fawcy walls; K. Philip. Let it be fo; fay, where will you affault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this City's bofom. Auft. I from the north. K. Philip. Our thunder from the fouth Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Faulc. O prudent difcipline! from North to South; Auftria and France fhoot in each other's mouth. I'll stir them to it; come, away, away! Cit. Hear us, great Kings; vouchfafe a while to stay, And I fhall fhew you peace, and fair-fac'd league; K. John. |