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Upon the dancing banner, of the French,
Who are at hand triumphantly display'd,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Artbur of Bretagne, England's King, and yours,

Enter English Herald with Trumpets.
E. Her. 'Rejoice, ye men of Angiers ; ring your
King John, your King and England's, doth approach,
Commander of this hot malicious day.
Their armours, that march'd hence fo filver-bright,
Hither return all gilt in Frenchmens' blood.
There stuck no plume in any English Crest,
That is removed by a staff of France.
Our Colours do return in those same hands,
That did display them, when we first march'd forth
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, 'come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands;
Dy'd in the dying Naughter of their foes.
Open your gates, and give the victors way.

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.


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Both are alike, and both alike we like ;
One must prove greatest. While they weigh fo even,
We hold our town for neither ; yet for both.


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?
Whose passage, vext with thy impediment,
Shall leave his native channel, and o'er-swell
With course disturb'd ev'n thy confining lhores ;
Unless thou let his silver water keep
A peaceful progress to the ocean.
K. Philip. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop of

In this hot tryal, more than we of France;
Rather lost more. And by this hand I swear,
That sways the earth this climate overlooks,
Before we will lay by our just-borne arms,
We'll put thee down,'gainst whom these arms we bear;
Or add a royal number to the dead ;
Gracing the scroul, that tells of this war's loss,
With Naughter coupled to the name of Kings.

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 !
Then let Confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and deathi

K. John. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
K. Philip. Speak, Citizens, for England, who's your

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,
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

I like it well. France, shall we knit our Pow'rs,
And lay this Angiers even with the ground,
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 dalh'd them to the ground,
Why then defie each other; and, pell-mell,
Make work upon ourselves for heav'n or hell.

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

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 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.

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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,



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