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Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
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,
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
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.
Changes to a Field of Battle.
OW, by my life, this day grows wond'rous
· Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard,
My mother is affailed in our tent,
Faul. My Lord, I rescu'd her :
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.
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.
[Exit Faulc. Eli. Come, hither, little kinsman;-hark, a word.
(laking him to one side of the staze.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.
4 Sound ON
unto the drowsie race of night;} We should read, Sound ONE
(A passion hateful to my purposes)
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft?
Hub. And I'll keep him so,
K. Jobn. Death.
K. Jobn. Enough.
(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.