Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor;. Faulconbridge, and Auftria. K.Phil. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this bleffed day Ever in France fhall be kept feftival : To folemnize this day, the glorious Sun Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day.-[Rifing.. Conft. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit And our oppreffion hath made up this league: Wear out the day in peace; but ere Sun-fet, Set Set armed difcord 'twixt these perjur'd Kings. Auft. Lady Conftance, peace. Conft. War, war, no peace; peace is to me a war: O. Lymoges, O Aufiria! thou doft shame That bloody fpoil: thou flave, thou wretch; thou coward, Thou ever ftrong upon the ftronger fide; Auft. Thou dar'it not fay fo, villain, for thy life. limbs. Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's fall (14) Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.. Faulc. (14) Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's fall】 Thefe 12 fubfequent lines Mr. Pope first inferted from the old fketch of this play, call'd, The troublesome Reign of King John, in Two Parts. As the Verfes are not bad, I have not catheer'd them tho' I do not conceive them.io abfolutely effential to clearing up any circumftance of the action, as Mr. Pope feems to imagine. What was the ground of this quarrel of the Baftard to Auftria (fays that Gentleman) is no where specified in the prefent play; nor is there in this place, or the fcene where it is firft hinted at, (namely, the 2d of Act 2) the leaf mention of any reafon for it. This is the Editor's aftertion, but let us examine, how well it is grounded. In the very Faulc. What words are thefe? how do my finews shake! My father's foe clad in my father's spoilt How beginning of the 2d a, the Dauphin, fpeaking of Auftria to young Arthur, fays; Richard, that robb'd the lion of bis heart, God fhall forgive you Cœur-de-lion's Death, Is not this a fufficient ground for Faulconbridge's quarrel to Auftria? It may be objected, Faulconbridge is not prefent to hear this. But, what if he be not? So the audience be inform'd duely of the cir cumftance, the fact was too notorious to fuppofe Faulconbridge did not know of it. The ground of his quarrel, therefore, is fairly implied in that knowledge: And the Poet's art, perhaps, better fhewn, (if we were to contend that point,) to let the information come from any other mouth than that of Faulconbridge. But then to a fecon material point. The fery is, (fubjoins the Editor) that Auftria, who killed King Richard Cour-de-lion, cuore, as the spil of that Prince, a lion's hide which bad belonged to him: This circumftance renders the anger of the Baftard very natural: and ought not to have been omitted. But is it omitted? Or, elfe, 'tis but begging the queftion. In the 3d act, when Lady Conftance perceives that Auftria has abandoned her intereft, fhe fays to him; Q Lymoges! O Auftria ! theu doft shame Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it, for shame ;: And bang a calf's fkin on thofe recreant limbs. Now Faulconbridge is prefent here, and fees Auftria thus habited. But before, in the 24 at, where Faulconbridge begins to quarrel with Auftria, let us attend to their dialogue. Auft. What the devil art thou? Faulc. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you, An' he may catch your hide and you alone. I'll Smoak your skin coat, an' I catch you right ; But may it not here again be objected, that though Faulconbridge law Auftria clad in a lion's hide; yet he might not know it to be the very hide, which was worn by King Richard his father? But to pat that point out of all doubt, let us only hear what Lady Blanch imme diately replies; 0, well did he become that lion's hide, How doth Alecto whisper in my ears, Delay not, Richard, kill the villain ftrait; "Difrobe him of the matchlefs monument,' "Thy father's triumph o'er the favagesNow by his foul I fwear, my father's foul, Twice will I not review the morning's rife, Till I have torn that trophy from thy back; And split thy heart, for wearing it fo long. K. John. We like not this, thou doft forget thyself. Enter Pandulph. K. Philip. Here comes the holy legate of the Pope. Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heav'n! To thee, King John, my holy errand is; Pandulph, of fair Milain Cardinal, And from Pope Innocent the Legate here, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories. Shall tithe or toll in our dominions: I fubmit it therefore, whether thefe lines have not been inferted, rather arbitrarily, than neceffarily. Upon the whole, as Mr. Pope has generally been unfortunate in his criticifms; fo he is no lefs un-. happy in his diligence, when he would aim at giving a reason for what he does. Without Without th'affiftance of a mortal hand. K. Philip. Brother of England, you blafpheme in this. K. John. Tho' you, and all the Kings of Christendom Are led fo grofly by this medling priest, Dreading the curfe, that money may buy out; Who in that fale fells pardon from himself: Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes. That takes away by any fecret courfe Cont. O, lawful let it be, (15) That I have room with Rome to curfe a while. To my keen curfes; for without my wrong (15) 0, lareful let it be, That I have have quith Rome to curse a while;] Mr. Tope, in the nicety of his ear, has, against the authority of all the copies, difplaced a jingle here; (which I have made bold ta reftore to the text,) tho' it is obvious to every knowing reader, how customary it is with our Peet, in a thousand inftances, to play on words similar in found, and differing in fignification. He repeats the very fame conundrum on the two words now before us, in Junus Cæfar. Now is it Rome indeed; and room enough, Law |