Some fiery devil hovers in the fy, And pours down mifchief. Auftria's head lie there.-- Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K.fcbn.There, Hubert, keep this boy Richard,makeups My mother is affailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. Faule. My Lord, I refcu'd her : Her Highness is in fafety, fear you not. [Exeunt. Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be; your Grace shall stay behind So ftrongly guarded: Coufin, look not fad, [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will. As dear be to thee, as thy father was. Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. -K. Joln. Coufin, away for England; hafte before, [To Faulc. And, ere our coming, fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots; their imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of Peace (18) Muft by the hungry war be fed upon. Ufe our commiffion in its utmost force. Faule. Bell, book, and candle, fhall not drive me back When gold and filver beck me to come on. I leave your Highness: Grandam, I will pray, (18) the fat ribs of Peace Muft by the hungry now be fed upon.] This word new feems a very idle term here, and conveys no fatisfactory idea. An Antithefis, and oppofition of terms, fo perpetual with our Author, requires; Muß by the bungry war be fed upon. War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically faid to be hungry, and to prey on the wealth and fat of Peace. Mr. Warburton. If If ever I remember to be holy) K. John. Coz, farewel. TExit Faulc. Eli. Come hither, little kinfman;-hark, a word. [Taking him to one fide of the Stage. K. John. to Hubert on the other fide.] Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of felh There is a foul counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bofom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand, I had a thing to fay But I will fit it with fome better time. By heaven, Hubert, I'm almost asham'd To fay what good refpect I have of thee. Hub. I am much bounden to your Majefty. K.John. Good friend, thou haft no caufe to fay fo yet, But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow, Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good. I had a thing to fay-but, let it go: Did with his iron tongue, and brazen mouth, Did Sound on into the drowzy race of night;] I do not think, that found on gives here that idea of folemnity and horror, which, 'tis plain, our Poet intended to imprefs by this fine defcription; and which my emendation conveys. i. e. If it were the fill part of the night. or one of the clock in the morning, when the found of the bell frikes upon the ear with moft awe and terror. And it is very usual with our Shakespeare in other paffages to exprefs the horror of a midnight bell. So, in Othello; Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle. what's the bufinefs, That fuch an hideous trumpet calls to parley R 2 Macbeth. And Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st ? And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Hub. And I'll keep him fo, That he fhall not offend your Majefty. K. John. Death. Hub. My Lord ? K. John. A grave. Hub. He fhall not live. K. John. Enough. And fometimes, for the more folemnity, he is ufed to add the tir cumftance of the particular hour. The iron tongue of midnight hath toll's twelve. The bell then beating one. Midfum. Night's Dream. Hamlet. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Remember: [Returning to the Queen I'll fend those pow'rs o'er to your Majefty. K. John. For England, coufin, go. Hubert fall be your man, t'attend on you With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt SCENE changes to the French Court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendantsé Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well. K. Philip. What can go well, when we have run fo ill Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft? Arthur ta'en pris'ner? divers dear friends lain?. Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd :: Doth want example; who hath read, or heard, K.Phil. Wellcould I bear that England had this praifa. So we could find fome pattern of our fhame. Enter Conftance. Look, who comes here? a grave unto a soul, I pr'ythec, Lady, go away with me. Conft. Lo, now, now fee the iffue of your peace. K.Ph.Patience,good Lady; comfort, gentle Conftances Conft. No, I defy all counfel, all redrefs,. B 3: But But that, which ends all counfel, true redrefs, K. Philip. O fair affliction, peace. Conf. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry. O, that my tongue were in the thunder's month, Then with a paffion I would shake the world, And rouze from fleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a Lady's feeble voice, And fcorns a modern invocation. (zc) Pand. Lady, your utter madness, and not forrow. Conft. Thou art not holy to belye me fo; I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine; My name is Confiance, I was Gefrey's wife: Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft! I am not mad; I would to heaven I were ! For then, 'tis like, I fhould forget myself. Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget! Preach fome philofophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canoniz'd, Cardinal. For, being not mad, but fenfible of grief, My reasonable part produces reafon (20) And fcorns a modest invocation.] So Mr. Pope: but I have thought it to restore the reading of the old Copies. 'Tis certain, our Author employs this word, modern, in a great many places very ramply. But we shall always underftand him, if we but carry this remark with us; that he goncrally ufes it in the fignification of trifling, infignificant, not weighty, of jmall moment, &c. Thus his fenfe will be always clear to us; as it were, metaphorically, from thofe, who defpite modern things, and prefer the ancient to them, How |