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Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
K.Phi. It likes us well; young Princes,close your hands.
Auft. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd,
That I did so, when I was first assurd.
K. Pbilip. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates
Let in that amity which you have made :
For at St. Mary's chapel presently
The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.
Iş not the Lady Constance in this troop?
I know, she is not; for this match made up
Her presence would have interrupted much.
Where is she and her son, tell me, who knows?:
Lewis. She's fad and paflionate at your Highness'tent:
K. Philip. And, by my faith, this league, that we have: Will give her sadness very
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow Lady? in her right we camc;
Which we, God knows, have turn’d another way
To our own vantage.
K. John. We will heal up all;
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Britaing
And Earl of Richmond; and this rich fair town
We make him Lord of.. Call the Lady Constances;
Some speedy messenger bid her repair.
To our solemnity: I trust, we fall,
If not fill up the measure of her will...
Yet in some measure satisfy her fog.
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Gowe, as well as haste will suffer us,.
To this unlook’d-for, unprepared pomp.
(Exeunt all but Faulconbridge..
Faulc. Mad world, mad Kings, mad composition 1:
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And Franc., whose armour. Conscience buckled on,
Whom Zeal and Charity brought to the field, ,
As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sy devil,.,
That broker, that ftill breaks. the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all;
Of Kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maidsen
Who having no exiernal thing to lose
But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that .
That smooth-faç'd gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the bials of the world,
The world, which of itself is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing biass,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpofi, course, intent.
And this fame biass, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing words.
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a resolvd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
And why rail I on this commodity ?
But for because he hath not wooed me yet :
Not that I have the power to clutch my
When his fair angels would falute my palm ;,
But that my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, while I am a beggar, I will rail;
And say, there is no fin but to be rich :
And being rich, my virtue then Mall ben
To say, there is no vice, but beggary.
Since Kings break faith upon commodity, ,
Gain, be my Lord; for I will worthip thce!
SCENE, the French King's Pavilion.
Enter Constance, Arthur and Salisbury.
ONE to be marry'd! gone to swear a peace!
G False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!:
, Leckis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces
It is not so, thou haft mis-spoke, mis-heards.
Be well advis’d, tell o'er thy tale again,
It cannot bę; thou dost but say, 'tis fo..
I trust, I may net trust thee; for thy word.
Is but the vain breath of a common man :
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
I have a King's oath to the contrary,
Thou Malt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick, and capable of fears ;
Opprest with wrongs, and therefore full of fears :
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ;.
A woman, naturally born to fears,
And tho' thou now confess thou didst but jest,
With my vext spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What doit thou mean by shaking of thy head ?
Why doit thou look so sadly on my son ?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Why holds thine eye thaçlamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Be these fad signs confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again, not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether it:y, tale be true.
Sal, As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
That give you cause to prove my saying true.
Conf. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this for: cw,
Teach thou this forrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter so,
As doth the fury of two desp’rate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall and die...
Lewis -wed Blanch! O boy, then where art thou ?
France friend with England! what becomes of met
Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy fight:
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.
Sal. What other harm have I, good Lady, done,
But spoke the harm that is by others done?
Conft. Which harm within itself so heinous is,
As it makes harmful all that speak of it.
Arth. I do beseech you, mother, be content.
Conft. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim.
Ugly, and Nand'roue to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and fightlefs ftains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks;
I would not care, I then would be content:
For then I should not love thee: no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy, birth, dear boy!
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great.
Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lillies boaft,
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, oh!:
She is corrupted, chang'd, and, won from thee,
Adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;
And with her golden hand hath pluckt on Franch.
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his Majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune, and to John,
That ftrumpet Fortune, that ufurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France fo.worn ??
Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone,
And leave these woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.
Sal. Pardon me, Madam,
I may not go without you to the Kings.
Conft. Thou may'ft, thou shalt, I will not go with thee.
I will instruct my forrows to be proud; .
For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let Kings assemble : for my grief's so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: Here I and Sorrow fit:
Here is my throne, bid Kings come bow to it. (13)
[Sits down on the Floor..
(13) bid Kings come bow to it.] I must here account for the liberty I have taken to make a change in the division of the second and third acts. In the old editions, the second act was made to end here; tho' 'tis evident, Lady.Confiance here, in her despair, seats herself on the floor: ard the must be fupposed, as I formerly observ’d, . immediately to rise again, only to go off and end the aet decently; or the flat scene must ihut her in from the fight of the Audience, an aba surdity I cannot wish to accuse Sbakespeare of. Mr. Gildon and some other criticks fancient, that a confiderable part of the second ael was loft; and that the chalm began here.. I had joined in this suspicion of a scene or two being loft; and unwittingly drew Mr. Pope into this, error. “ It seems to be so, says he, and it were to be wished ibe restorer “ (meanirg me,) could supply it.” To deserve this great man's thanks, I'll venture at the talk; and hope to convince my readers, that nothing iş loft; but, that I have supplied the suspecțed chasm, only by rectifying the division of the 22s. Upon looking a little more narrowly. into the conftitution of the play, I am satisfied that the third act ought to begin with that scene, , which has hitherto been accounted the latt, of the second act: and my reasons for it are these. The match being concluded, in the scene before that, betwixt the Dauphin and Blanch, a messenger is sent for Lady Confiance to King Pbilip's tent, for her to come to St.Mary's church to the folemnity. The Princes all go out, as to the marriage; and the bafiard, staying a little behind, to descant on intereft and commodity, very properly ends the a&t. The next. sçene then, in the French King's tent, brings us Salisbury delivering his message to Confiance, who, refusing to go to the solemnity, fees herself down on the Hoor. The whole train returning from the church to the French King's pavilion, Pbilip expresses such satisfaction on occasion of the happy.folemnity of that dayıs that Confiance rises from the foor, and joins in the scene by entering her protest against their joy, and cuising the business of the day. Thus, I conceive, the scenes are fairly continued; and there is no chasm in the action: but a proper interval made both for Salisbury's coming to Lady
Conftance, and for-the folemn.zation of the narriage. Besides, as Fauicorbridge is evidently the Poet's favourite character; 'twas very well judg’d to . clofe ihe act with his soliloquy.