To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chefts and trunks; Lewis. There end thy Brave, and turn thy face in peace; We grant, thou canst out-fcold us; fare thee well: We hold our time too precious to be spent With fuch a babler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Faulc. No, I will speak. Lewis. We will attend to neither: Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our int'reft, and our being here. Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And fo fhall you, being beaten; do but start An Echo with the clamour of thy drum, And And mock the deep mouth'd thunder. For at hand doubt. SCENE V. Changes to a Field of Battle. Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert. K. John. HOW goes the day with us? oh, tell me, Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear; how fares your Majefty? K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me fo long, Lies heavy on me. Oh, my heart is fick ! Enter a Meffenger. Mef. My Lord, your valiant kinfman, Faulconbridge, Defires your Majefty to leave the field; And fend him word by me which way you go. K. John. Tell him, tow'rd Swinftead, to the Abbey there. Mef. Be of good Comfort: for the great Supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin fands. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, Exeunt SCENE Sal. L Changes to the French Camp. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. ID Did not think the King fo ftor'd with friends. If they miscarry, we mifcarry too. Sal. That mil-begotten devil, Faulconbridge, Pemb. They fay, King John, fore fick, hath left Enter Melun, wounded, Melun. Lead me to the Revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to death. Melun, Fly noble English, you are bought and fold; Unthread the rude Eye of Rebellion.] Tho' all the Copies concur in this Reading, how poor is the Metaphor of unthreading the Eye of a Needle? And, befides, as there is no Mention made of a Needle, how remote and obfcure is the Allufion without it? The Text, as I have reflor'd it, is easy and na tural; and it is the Mode of Expreffion, which our Author is every where fond of, to tread and untread, the Way, Path, Steps, &c. THEOBALD. The metaphor is certainly harfh, but I do not think the paffage corrupted. Upon Upon the altar at St. Edmondsbury; Ev'n on that altar, where we fwore to you Sal. May this be poffible! may this be true! Melun. Have I not hideous death within my view? Retaining but a quantity of life, Which bleeds away, ev'n as a form of wax What in the world fhould make me now deceive, Since I muft lofe the ufe of all deceit ? He is forfworn, if e'er those eyes of yours But ev'n this night, whofe black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied fun, Ev'n with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Sal. We do believe thee, and befhrew my foul, But I do love the favour and the form 3 Rated treachery,] It were eafy to change rated to hated for an eafier meaning, but rated fuits better with fine. The Dauphin has rated you treachery, and fet upon it a fine which your lives must pay. Of Of this most fair occafion, by the which Stoop low within those bounds, we have o'er-look'd; Ev'n to our ocean, to our great King John. My arm fhall give thee help to bear thee hence, For I do fee the cruel pangs of death Pight in thine eye. Away, my friends; new flight; [Exeunt, leading off Melun. Changes to a different part of the French Camp: Lewis. Enter Lewis, and his Train. HE fun of heav'n, methought, was loth TH But ftaid, and made the western welkin blush, Enter a Messenger. Mef. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? Mef. The count Melun is flain; the English lords By his perfuafion are again fall'n off; And your fupply, which you have wifh'd fo long, 1-bappy newness, &c.] Hap. py innovation, that purpofed the reftoration of the ancient rightVOL. III. ful government. 2 For tatter'd, the folio reads tottering. Kk Are |