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Cit. A greater pow'r, than ye, denies all this; (9)
Faus. By heav'n, these scroyles of Angiers flout yox,
K. John. Now by the sky, that hangs above our heads,
Faulc. And if thou hait the mettle of a King,
(9) A greater pozu’r than we denies all ibis;] We must certainly. read, as Mr. Warburton acutely obièrv'd to me;
A greater pou'r, ikan ye, denies all this i ie. Tho each of you pritend to be i ur rightful Kings, you are as yet only fo in swaving over our fears, in tre terro!s we have of you; not acknowledgu Kings in our obedience.
Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,
K. Philip. Let it be fo; say, where will you asfault?
K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.
Aut. I from the north.
K. Philip. Our thunder from the south Shall rain their drift of builets on this town.
Faulo. O prudent discipline! from north to south ; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth. I'll ftir them to it; come, away, away!
Cit. Hear us, great Kings; vouchsafe a while to stay, And I shall thew you peace, and fair-fac'd league i Win
you this city without stroak or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, That here come sacrifices for the field ; Persevere 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
years Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid.. If lufty, love should go in queft of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? Such as Me is in beauty, virtue, birth, Is the young Dauphin every way complcat: If not compleat of, - say, he is not she; And Me again wants nothing, (to name want,}; if want it be not, that she is not he. He is the half part of a blefied man, (10) (10) He is the half part of a blesed nar,
Left to be finished by such as the:] The ingenious Dr. Thirley prefcrib'd that reading, which I have here restor's to the text; and which is absolutely requisite to the sense of the pasiage,
Left to be finished by such a she:
Faude. Here's a kay,
Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match
(11) Virb fw'fter spead tban pauder can enforce,! This is a wila cophistication of Mr. Po; e’s, because he did not understand the genuine
I have restor'd with the old copies;
With swifter spleen iban poruder, &c. j. e. with a pasion, of desire more twift in its influence, than your tire and fury can compel us 10. The Poet uses this ward again, afterwards in this play, in the very fame fense; Faulc. Oh, I am jiakled with ny viol.nt motion, Ard Spleen of speed to se your Majesty!
Give with our niece a dowry large enough ;
Cit. Why answer not the double majefties.
K. Phil. Speak, England, first, that hath been forward To fpeak unto this city: what say you ? [Gr1E
K. John. If that the Dauphin thero, thy princely tor,
And all that we upon this fide the sea,
Find liable, &c.] This is a remarkable instance of carelefines; in a point that stares common sense full in the face; and yet thus all the Editors in their profound sagacitye What was the city beheg’dy. but Angiers? King John,.confearing to match the Lady Blanch'with the Dauphin, agrees, in part of her dowry, to give up all he held in France, except the city of Argiers which he now. bt hrey'd and Jaid: claim to. But could it be thought, that be should at one and the: fame time give up all except lingers, and give up that too! I corerected this paffige in the appendix to my SHAKESPEARE Reshur'd;. and Mr. Pope has embrac'd it in his last edition. Arj i was one of the provinces, (methinke, that gentleman might have remembered :) which the Eng'iß held in Fiaice; and which the lrench King by C24 sition claim’d of King John in right of Duke Arthur, at the very oper... ing oi the play. Angiers, instead of Arj:u, has been tulely priced. in fereral other partages of this liistory,
Holds hand with any Princess of the world..
K. Phil, Whatsay'i thou, boy? look in the Lady's face.
Lewis. I do, my Lord, and in her eye I find
[IV hispering with Blanche Faulc. Drawn in the fatt'ring table of her eye!.
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
Himfelf love's traicor: this is pity now,
Blanch. My uncle's wilļ in this respect is mine.
K. John. What say these young ones? what say you,
Planch. That the is bound in honour still to do.
K. Joha. Then do I give Volqueffen, Touraine, Maine,