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Upon the dancing banner, of the French,
Enter English Herald with Trumpets.
Cit. ? Heralds, from off our tow'rs we might behold, From first to last, the Onset and Retire Of both your armies, whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured; Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted
9 Rejoice, ye men of Angiers, bunt/men,) It was, I think, &*c.] The English herald falls one of the favage practices of somewhat below his antagonist. the chase, for all to ftain their Silver armour gilt with blood, is hands in the blood of the deer, a poor image. Yet our authour as a trophy. has it again in Macbeth.
2 Heralds, from off, &c.-) Here lay Duncan, These three speeches seem to His fiiver skin lac'd with bis have been laboured. The citigolden blood.
zen's is the best; yet borb alike i ord, like a jelly troop of we like, is a poor gingle.
Both are alike, and both alike we like ;
Enter the two Kings with their Powers, it several
K. Jobn. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast
Say, shall the current of our Right run on?
Faulc. Ha! Majesty,--how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of Kings is set on fire ! Oh, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his phangs; And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men In undetermin'd diff'rences of Kings. Why stand these royal Fronts amazed thus ? Cry havock, · Kings; back to the stained field,
3 Cry bavock ! Kings; ] He with Atè by his fide, That is, command slaughter to pro. Cries, bavock! ceed; so in another place.
You equal Potents, fiery-kindled spirits !
K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
King? Cit. The King of England, when we know the King? K. Philip. Know him in us, that here hold up his
Right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, And bear possession of our person here ; Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
Cit. *A greater pow'r, than ye, denies all this; And till it be undoubted, we do lock Our former fcruple in our strong-barr’d gates. Kings are our fears, --- until our fears refolv'd Be by some certain King purg'd and depos'd. Faulč. By heav'n, the Scroyles of Angiers fout 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. Your royal presences, be ruld by me; Do like the Mutines of Jerusalem, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town. By east and weft ler France and England mount Their batt’ring cannon charged to the mouths ; Till their soul-fearing clamours have braul'd down The Ainty ribs of this contemptuous City: I'd play incessantly upon these jades; Even till unfenced defolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
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power was this ? their fears. Je A greater pow'r, than we, is plain therefore we should read, denies all this ;
Kings are our fears, Kings of our fears, -] We i. e. our fears are the Kings fhould read, than ye. What which at present rule us. WARB.
That done, dissever your united ftrengths,
Faulc. And if thou hast the mettle of a King,
K. Philip. Let it be fo; 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.
Faulo. O prudent discipline! from North to South ; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth. l'il ftir them to it; come, away, away! Cit. Hear us, great Kings; vouchsafe a while to
stay, And I shall shew you peace, and fair-fac'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound l; 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 aro bent to
hear. Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blancb, Is near to England; look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid. If lusty love should go in queft of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blancb? If * zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find.it purer than in Blancb? If love, ambitious, sought 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", oh say, he is not se; And she again wants nothing, (to name Want,) If want it be not, that she is not he. He is the half part of a blessed man', 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 shores, to two such streams made onë; Two such controlling bounds shall you be, Kings, To these two Princes, if you marry them. This union shall do more than battery can, To our fast-closed gates : for at this match', With swifter Spleen than Powder can enforce, The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, • Zealous seems here to fig.
at this inatch, nify pious, or influenced by motives With favifter spleen, &c.] Our of religion.
spleen for any violent s If not complete of, say, &c.] hurry, or tumultuous speed. So Sir T. Hanmer reads, O! Jay. in Midsummer Night's Dream he • He is the half Part of a applies /pleen to the lightening. I bleffed Man,
am loath to think that Shakespeart Left to be finished by such as meant to play with the double She;] Dr. Thirlby prelcrib'd that of match for nuptial, and the Reading, which I have here refto- march of a gun. ed to the Text. THEOBALD,