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The meagre cloddy earth to glitt'ring gold.
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it, but a holy-day.
Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day.

What hath this day deferv'd ? what hath it done,
That it in golden letter should be set
Among the high tides in the kalendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppression, perjury :
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray, that their burthens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be croft :
But on this day, 8 let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break, that are not this day made;
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falfhood change!

K. Philip. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day : Have I not pawn'd to you my Majesty ?

Cont. You have beguild me with a counterfeit Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn, You came in arms to spill my enemies blood, 9 But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours. The grapling vigour, and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up Arm, arm, ye heav'ns, against these perjur'd Kings: A widow cries, be husband to me, heav'n! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but ere sun-set,

this league :

8 B::t on this day,

-] That it with yours.] I am afraid is, errest on this day.

here is a clinch intended ; You 9 You came in arms to spill my came in war to destroy my enemies, cremies' blood,

but now you strengthen them in But noro in arms, you ftrengthen embraces.


Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd Kings.!
Hear me, oh, hear me!

Auft. Lady Constance, peace.

. War, war, no peace ; peace is to me a war. O Lymoges, O Auflria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou Nave, thou wretch, thou

Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ;
Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humourous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjur’d too,
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, to stamp, and swear,
Upon my party; thou cold-blooded nave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ?
And doft thou now fall over to my foes ?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calve's-skin on those recreant limbs.

Auft. O, that a man would speak those words to me!
Faulc. And hang a calve’s-skin on those recreant

limbs. Auft. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life. Faulc. And hang a calve's skin on those recreant

limbs. Auft. - Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's fall



Shakespeare makes this bit- cond of A&t 2.) the least menter curse ettectual.

tion of any reason for it. But Metbinks, that Richard'spride, the story is, that Auftria, who &c.] What was the ground of kill'd King Richard Caur-de-lion, this quarrel of the Bastard to wore as the spoil of that Prince, Aufiria is no where specify'd in a lion's hide which had belong'd the present play: nor is there in to him. This circumstance renthis place, or the scene where it ders the anger of the Bastard is firit hinted at (namely the fe- very natural, and ought not to

Should be a preċedent to fright you, Sir.
Fau!. What words are these? how do my finews

My father's foe clad in my father's spoil !
How doth tiletto whisper in my ears,
“ Delay not, Richard, kill the villain strait ;
« Difrobe him of the matchless monument,
" Thy father's triumph o'er the favages.”
Now by his soul I swear, my father's soul,
Twice will I not review the morning's rise,
Till I have torn that trophy from thy back
And split thy heart, for wearing it so long.

K. John. We like not this, thou dost forget thyself.


Enter Pandulpho.
K. Philip. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope.

Pand. Hail, you anointed Deputies of heav'n!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is;
I Pandulph, of fair Milain Cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the Legate here,
Do in his naine religiously demand
Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother,
So wilfully doft spurn, and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langlon, chosen Archbishop

have been omitted. In the first omission of this incident, in the sketch of this play (which Shake- fecond draught, was natural, speare is said to have had a hand Shake'piare, having familiarised in, jointly with l’illiam Rowley) the story to his own imaginawe accordingly find this infiited tion, forgot that it was obscure upon, and I have ventured co. to his audience ; or, what is place a few of chofe here. equally probavle, the story was

Pope. then so popular that a hint was To the insertion of these lines sufficient at that time to bring is I have nothing to object. There to mind, and these plays were are many other partages in the written with very little care for old play, of great value. The the approbation of pofterity.


Of Canterbury, from that holy See?
This in our 'foresaid holy Father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

K. John. What earthly name to interrogatorics :
Can task the free breath of a fäcred King?
Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name
So Night, unworthy, and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the Pope.
Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions :
But as we under heav'n are fupreme head,
So, under him, that great Supremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold;
Without th' affiftance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all rev’rence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.

K. Philip. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

K. John. Tho’you, and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grosly by this medling Priest, Dreading the curse, that mony may buy out; And by the merit of vile gold, drofs, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, Who in that fale sells pardon from himself: Tho' you, and all the rest, so grosy led, This jugling witch-craft with revenue cherish; Yet I alone, alone, do me oppose Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.

Pand. Then by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand curst, and excommunicate ;

3 This must have been at the motion, that I cannot but faftime when it was written, in our pect that time has obscured much struggles with popery, a very of his art, and that many allucaptivating scene.

fions yet remain undiscovered So many passages remain in which perhaps may be gradually which Shakespeare evidently takes retrieved by fucceeding commenhis advantage of the facts then tators. recent, and of the passions then in


And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretick;
And meritorious shall that hand be callid,
Canoniz'd and worshipp'd as a Saint,
That takes away by any secret course *
Thy hateful life.

Const. O, lawful let it be,
That I have room with Rome to curse a while.
Good father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,
To my keen curses ; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

Pand. There's law, and warrant, Lady, for my curse.

Const. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong: Law cannot give my child his kingdom here ; For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law; Therefore, since law itself

is perfect wrong, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ?

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, Let go the hand of that arch-heretick; And raise the pow'r of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Eli. Look'it thou pale, France ? do not let go thy

hand. Const. Look to that, devil! left that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a foul.

Auft. King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on his recreant limbs.

Auft. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because

Fault. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Pbilip, what fay'st thou to the Cardinal ?

4 This may allude to the bull that it was exhibited soon after published against Queen Eliza- the popish plot. I have seen a beth. Or we may suppose, fince Spanish book in which Garnet, we have no proof that this play Faux, and their accomplices are appeared in its present state, be- registred as faints. fore the reign of King James, 4


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