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Cit. A greater pow's, than ye, denies all this; 67 And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates. Kings of our fears,- -until our fears resolv'd Be by some certain King purg'd and depos'd. Faulc. By heav'n, the Scroyles of Angiers flout you,

Kings, And stand securely on their battlements, As in a Theatre, whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death. You royal presences, be ruld by me; Do like the Mutines of Jerufalem, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Your sharpeft deeds of malice on this town. By east and west let France and England mount Their batt'ring cannon charged to the mouths ; Till their soul-fearing clamours have braul'd down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous City. I'd play incessantly upon these jades ; Even till unfenced defolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. That done, diffever your united strengths, And part your mingled Colours once again ; Turn face to face, and bloody point to point. Then in a moment fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy minion ; To whom in favour she shall give the day, And kiss him with a glorious Victory. How like you this wild counsel, mighty States ? Smacks it not something of the Policy K. John. Now by the sky, that" hangs above our

heads, I like it well. France, shall we knit our Pow'rs, And lay this Angiers even with the ground,

(7) A greater Pow'r than We denies all this ;] We must cer tainly read, as Mr. Warburton acutely observ'd to Me;

A greater Pow'r, than Ye, devies all this: i. e. Tho' each of You pretend to be our rightful Kings, you are as yet only so in swaying over our Fears, in the Terrors we have of you ; not acknowledgʻd Kings in our Obedience.


Then, after, fight who shall be King of it?

Faulc. And if thou hast the mettle of a King,
Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town,
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
As we will ours, against these fawcy walls;
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground,
Why, then defie each other; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon our selves for heav'n or hell.

K. Philip. Let it be so; say, where will you assault ?

K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this City's bosom.

Auft. I from the north.

K. Philip. Our thunder from the south Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.

Faulc. O prudent discipline! from North to South ; Auftria and France shoot in each other's mouth. I'll stir them to it; come, away, away! Cit. Hear us, great Kings ; vouchlafe a while to

stay, And I fall shew you peace, and fair-fac'd league ;

this city without stroak or wound; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, That here come sacrifices for the field; Persever not, but hear me, mighty Kings. K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to

hear. Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, Is near to England; look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid. If lufty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should


in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love, ambitious, fought a match of Birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way compleat :
If not compleat of say, he is not the ;
And she again wants nothing, (to name Want,)
If Want it be not, that he is not he.
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Win you

He is the half


of a bleffed man, (8)
Left to be finished by such a She:
And she a fair divided Excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Oh! two such filver currents, when they join,
Do glorifie the banks that bound them in :
And two such fhores, to two such streams made one,
Two such controlling bounds fhall you be, Kings,
To these two Princes, if you marry them.
This union shall do more than battery can,
To our faft-closed gates : for at this match,
With swifter Spleen than Powder can enforce,
The mouth of paffage shall we ding wide ope,
And give you entrance ; but without this match,
The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions so confident, mountains and rocks
So free from motion ; no, not death himself
In mortal fury half fo peremptory,
As we to keep this City.

Faulc. Here's a fay,
That shakes the rotten carcafs of old Death
Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks and seas;
Talks as familiarly of roaring Lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
What Cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
He speaks plain cannon-fire, and smoak and bounce,
He gives the baftonado with his tongue :
Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fift of France ;
Zounds! I was never fo bethumpt with words,
Since I first calld my brother's father dad.

Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match, Give with our Neice a dowry large enough; For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie

(8) He is the half Part of a blessed Man,

Left to be finished by such as She:]-The ingenious Dr. Thirlby prescrib'd that Reading, which I have here restor'd to the Text; and which is absolutely requifite so the Sense of the Passage.


Thy now unsur'd assurance to the Crown,

That yon green boy shall have no Sun to ripe
The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a Yielding in the looks of France ;
Mark, how they whisper; urge them, while their souls
Are capable of this ambition;
Left zeal now melted by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Cit. Why answer not the double Majefties
This friendly Treaty of our threaten'd' town?
K. Philip. Speak, England, first, that hath been for-

ward first To speak unto this City : what say you ?

K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy Princely fon,
Can in this book of beauty read, I love ;
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a Queen.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, (9)
And all that we upon this fide the sea,
Except this City now by us befieg'd,
Find liable to our Crown and Dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions ;
(9) For ANGIERS and fair Touraine, Maine, Poi&iers,

And all that We upon this Side the Sea,
Except this City now by us besieg'd,

Find liable, &c.] This is a remarkable Instance of Careleffness in a Point that stares common Sense full in the Face : and yet thus all the Editors in their profound Sagacity. What was the City besiegéd, but Angiers? King John, consenting to match the Lady Blanch with the Dauphin, agrees, in Part of her Dowe ry, to give up all he held in France, except the City of Angiers which he now befieg'd and laid Claim co. But could it be thought, that he hould at one and the same time give up all except Angiers, and give up That too? Anjou was one of the Provinces, which the English held in France; and which the French King by Chatilion claim'd of K. John in Right of Duke Arthur, at the very Opening of the Play. Angiers, instead of Anjou, has been falsely printed in several other Passages of this Hiftory.

As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any Princess of the world.
K. Philip. What say'st thou, boy ? look in the lady's

Lewis. I do, my lord, and in her eye

I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle ;
The shadow of my self form'd in her eye ;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a Sun, and makes your son a shadow.
I do protest, I never lov'd my self,
Till now, infixed, I beheld my self,
Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye.

[Whispering with Blanch. Faulc. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye!

Hang’d in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart! he doth efpie

Himself love's traitor : this is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be, In such a Love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine. If he see aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he fees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will: Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my lord, That all I fee in you is worthy love, Than this; that nothing do I fee in you, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your

judge) That I can find should merit


hate. K. John. What say these young Ones ? what say you,

my Neice?

Blanch. That she is bound in Honour still to do What you in wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say. K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love

this lady? Lervis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love ; For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John.

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