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Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
K. Pbil. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall

from thee.
Conft. O fair return of banish's Majesty!
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy !
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within

this hour. Faul. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton

time, Is it, as he will ? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day,

adieu !
Which is the side that I must go withal ?
I am with both, each army hath a hand,
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win :
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose :
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine:
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose :
Assured loss, before the match be play'd.

Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Blancb. There where my fortune lives, there my

life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.

(Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath, A rage, whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and deareft-valu'd blood of France. K. Pbil. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou

shalt turn Toalhes, ere our blood shall quench that fire : Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms, let's hie.



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Changes to a Field of Battle.
Alarms, Excursions : Enter Faulconbridge, with

Auftria's Head.



OW, by my life, this day grows wond'rous


· Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there.--
Thus hath King Richard's son perform'd his vow,
And offer'd Austria's blood for sacrifice
Unto his father's ever-living soul.

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.

K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard,

make up;

My mother is affailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

Faul. My Lord, I rescu'd her :
Her highness is in safety, fear you not.
But on, my Liege ; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.


Some airy devil -] We justify them. Not that of this must read, Some fiery devil

, if change the propriety is out of we will have the cause equal to controversy. Dr. Warburton will the effet. WARBURTON. have the devil fiery, because he

There is no end of such alte- makes the day hot; the authour rations ; every page of a vehe- makes him airy, because be ment and negligent writer will brvers in the sky, and the heat afford opportunities for changes and mischief are natural confeof terms, if mere propriety will quences of his malignity.

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Alarms, Excursions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Eli.

nor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords.

K. John. So shall it be--your Grace shall stay behind

(70 Elinor. So strongly guarded-Cousin, look not sad,

[To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will As dear be to thee, as thy father was.

Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Cousin, away for England; hafte before,

(To Faulconbridge. And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots; their imprison'd angels Ser thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace ? Must by the hungry now be fed upon. Use our commiffion in its utmost force. Faulc. 3 Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me

back, When gold and silver beck me to come on. I leave your highness-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy)


2 tbe fat ribs of Peace This emendation is better than Muft by the hungry now be fed the former, but yet not necef

upon.) This word now seems sary. Sir T. Hanmer reads, buna very idle term here, and con- gry maw with less deviation from veys no fatisfactory idea. An the common reading, but with antithesis, and oppofition of terms, not so much force or elegance as so perpetual with our author, requires;

3 Bell, book, and cardle, &c.] Muft by the bungry War be fed In an account of the Romi fb curse upon.

given by Dr. Gray, it appears War, demanding a large expence, that three candles were extinis very poetically said to be hun- guished, one by one, in diffegry, and to prey on the wealth rent parts of the execration. and far of peace. WARBURTON. 3


For your fair safety ; so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewel, my gentle cousin.
K. John. Coz, farewel.

[Exit Faulc. Eli. Come, hither, little kinsman;-hark, a word.

(laking him to one side of the staze.
K. John. [To Hubert on the other side,
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hutert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
There is a foul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love :
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bofum, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing to say
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I'm almost alhain'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.
K. Jobn. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so

But thou shalt have—and creep time ne'er so flow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say—but, let it
The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience. If the midnight bell
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
4 Sound one unto the drowsy race of night ;
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit Melancholy
Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy thick,
Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideor laughter kecp mens' eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment ;

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(A passion hateful to my purposes)
Or if thou could'st see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
But ah, I will not yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'ft me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Tho' that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heav'n, I'd do't.

K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend;
He is a very serpent in my way,
And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your Majesty.

K. Jobn. Death.
Hub. My Lord ?
K. John. A grave.
Hub. He shall not live.

K. Jobn. Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee ;
.Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
Remember:Madam, fare you well.

(Returning to the Queen, I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee !

K. John. For England, cousin, go.
Hubert shall be your man, t'attend on you
With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho!



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