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Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,
Faulconbridge, and Austria. K.Phil
. 'Tis true, fair daughter ; and this blessed day Ever in France shall be kept festival : To folemnize this day, the glorious Sun Stays in his course, and plays the Alchymist; Turning with fplendour of his precious eye The meagre cloddy earth to glitt'ring gold. The yearly course, that brings this day, about, Shall never fee it, but a holy-day.
Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day:-[Rifing What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it done, That it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides in the kalendar ? Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, This day of fame, oppression, perjury : Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day,. Lest that their hopes prodigiously be croft : But, on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; No bargains break, that are not this day made ; This day, all things begun come to ill end, Yea, faith itself to hollow fallhood change !
K. Philip. By heaven, Lady, you shall have no cause: To corse the fair proceedings of this day : Have I not pawn'd to you my Majefty ?
Conft. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn.. You came in arms to spill my enemies blood, But now in arms, you ftrengihen it with yours. The grapling vigour, and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up this league : Aim, arm, ye Heavn’s, against these perjur'a Kings: A widow cries, be husband to me, Heav'n! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but ere Sun-set,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd Kings.
Auft. Lady Constance, peace.
Conft. War, war, no peace ; peace is to me a war: 0. Lymoges, O Aufiria! thou doft Mame That bloody spoil: thou slave,thou wretch; thou coward, Thou l.cule valiant, great in villainy ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger fide; Thou Fortune's champion, that doit never fight But when her humorous Lady ship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, And footh'it up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool, to brag, to itamp, and swear, Upon my party ; thou cold-blooded slave, Halt thou not spoke like thunder on my
lide? Been sworn my foldier, bidding me depend, Upon thy fars, thy fortune, and thy firength ? And dos thou now. fall over to my foes. 'Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for name, And hang a calve's skin on thoie recreant limbs,
dup. O, that a man would speak those words to me! Faule. And hang a calva's kin, on those recreant
limbs. Auft. Thou dar'ít not say fo, villain, for thy life. Faac. And hang a calvc's kin on those recreant
lim's. Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's
fall (14) Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir..
(14) Auft. Merhinks, thal Richard's pride and Richard's fall). These 12 fubsequent lines Mr. Pope first inserted from the old fetch of this play, call’d, The troublejome Reign of king Vobr, in Two Paris, As the Verses are not bad, I have not cathter'd them i tho' !o not conceive them jo absolutely esintial to clearing up any circumsance of the action, as Mr. Pope seems to imagine. Whate was the ground of this quarrel of the Bastard to Auira (lays that Gentleman) is no wbere specified in the present play; nur is ibere in this place, or the scene where it is forft hinted ah, (namely, the 2d of Act 2) the least mention of any reason for it. This is the Editor's afiertiga., but let us examine, how well it is grounded. In the very
Faulo. What words are these? how do my finews shake! My father's foe clad in my father's spoil!
beginning of the 2d 18, the Dauphin, speaking of Austria to
Richard, ibat robb'd the lion of bis beart,
By ibis brave Duke came early to bis grave.
God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's Death,
Tbe rather, ibal you give bis 0f siring Life;
O Lymoges ! O Austria I thou dos Mama
And bang a calf's skin on ekose recrcant limbs.
Auft. Wbucibe devil art thou
hide ard you alone.
I'll Smoak your skin coat, an' I catch you right;
0, well did he become that lion's hide,
How doth Ale to whisper in my ears,
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heav'n!
K. John. What earthly namesto interrogatorics
Without th'affiftance of a mortal hand.
K. Philip. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this
K. John. Tho' you, and all the Kings of Christendom
Pand. Then hy the lawful power that I have,
Conf. O, lawful let it be, (15)
Pand. There's law, and warrant, Lady, for my curse.
Conjt. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
cor to 1 Top dri too tiy
05) 0, lunfulld it be
i but I have have witb Rome t? curse a whila;]
Now is it Rome indeed; and room enough,