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Some Tiery devil hovers in the ty,
And pours down mischief. Auftria's head lie there.
Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow,
And offer'd Au;mia's blood for facrifice
Unto his father's ever-living foul.

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
K.Jcbn.There, Hubert,keep this boy.Richard;makeups
My mother is affailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

Fanle. My Lord, I rescu'd her : Ater Highness is in safety, fear you not. But on, my Liege ; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Excurt. Alarms, Excursions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor,

Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So shall it be ; your Grace shall stay behind So trongly guarded : Cousin, look not fad, [T6 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. Cousin, away for England; hafte before,

[To Faulo, And, ere our coming, see thou Make 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. Use our commission in its utmost force.

Faulc. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back When gold and silver beck me to come on. I leave your Highness : Grandam, I will pray,

(18)

ibe fat ribs of Peace Muß by tbe hungry now be fed upon.] This word now seems a very idle term here, and conveys no satisfactory idea. An Anti: thesis, and opposition of terms, fo perpetual with our Author, requires;

Muli by the bungry war be fed upon. War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically said to be bungry, and to prey on the wealth and fat of Peace. Mr. Warburtor.

almost alham'd

(If ever I remember to be holy)
For your fair safety ; so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewel, my gentle 'cousin.
K. John. Çož, farewel.

[Exit Faulc. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman;-hark, a word.

(Taking him to che side of the Stage. K. John.

[to Hubert on the other side.]
Come hither, Hübert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of Ael
There is a foul 'counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage ineans to pay thy love :
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a' thing to say
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven,
To say what good respect I have of thiec.

Hub. I am m’uch bounden to your Majesty.

K.John. Good friends thou haft no'cause to say so yet, the But thou shalt bave-and creep time ne'er fo Qoiv, Yet it hall come for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say—but, let it go : The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day; Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, To give me audience. If the midnight bell (19)

Did (19) If the midnight bell

Did with bis iron congue, ard brazen moulb,

Sound on into the drouzy race of night;} I do not think, that found on gives here that idea of solemnity and horror, which, 'tis piain, our Poet intended to impress by this fi'ne description; 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 Atrikes upon the ear with most awe and terror. And it is very usual with our Slakespeare in other passages to express the hortos of a midnight bell. So, in Oibello; Silence that dreadful bell, it frigbes th: iné.

what's the business,
Ahat such an hideous trumpet calls to gasley
The flipers of the house ?

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Did with his iron tonzue and brazen mouch
Sound one unto the drowly race of night;
If this same were a church-yard where we itandi
And thou poffeffed with a thousand

wrong's ;
Or if that furly spirit melancholy
Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideo: laughter keep mens eyes,
And itrain their cheeks to idle merriment;
(A passion hat:ful to my purposes).
Or if that thou could'st fee me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without tyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into ihy bosom pour my thoughts :
But ah, I will not-yet Llove thee well;
And, by my troch, I think, thou lov'ft me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me andertake,
Tho' that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heav'n, I'd do’t.

K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft ?
Good Hufcrt, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine

eye
On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what, my friend :
He is a very ferpent in my way,
And, wherefoc'er this foot of mine doth tread,
"He lies before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your Majesty.

K. Yohn. Death.
Hub. My Lord ?
K. John. A grave.
Hub. He fhall not live.

K. John. Enough.
And @metimes, for the more folemnity, he is used to add the tir-
Lumftance of the particular-hour.
The iron tongue of midnight hath toll's twelve.

Midlum. Night's Dream.
The bell then beating one.

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I could be merry now. Hubert, I love tlice ;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
Remember: -Madam, fare

you

well.

[Returning to the Queens I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!

K. John. For England, cousin, go.
Hubert tall be your man, t'attend on you
With all true duty ; on, toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to the French Court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendantsi

O, by a roaring tempest on the flood,

A whole Armado of collected fail
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.

Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well.

K. Philip. What can go well, when we have run so illa:
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers loft?
Arthur ta'en pris'ner ? divers dear friends flain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'er-bearing interruption, spite of France ?

Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd ::
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd
Such temp’rate order in so fierce a causé,
Doch want example; who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?

K.Phil. We!Lcould I bear that England had this praifa
So we could find some pattern of our shame.

Einter Constance..
Look, who comes herei a grave unto a soul,
Holding th' eternal spirit 'gainst her will
In the vile prison of aicted bre:iti;
I prythec, Lady, go away with me.

Conft. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace.
K.Ph.Patience,good Lady; comfort, gentle Constances
Conft. No, I defy all coansel, all redrels,
R 3.

B.:21

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But that, which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death ; oh amiable, lovely death!

Thou odoriferous stench, found rottenness,
Arise forth from thy couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring there fingers with thy hou shold worms;
And ftop this gap of breath with fulsome duft,
And be a carrion monster, like thyself;.
Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'lt,
And kiss thee as thy wife ; misery.'s love,
O come to me!

K. Philip. O fair amiction, peace.

Conf. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry..
O, thai my tongue were in the thunder's month,
Then with a passion I would take the world,
sind rouze

from Peep that fell anatomy, Wbich cannot hear a Lady's feeble voice, And sporns a modern invocation. (20)

Pand, Lady, your utter madness, and not forrow.

Conf. Thou art not holy to belye me so ;
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, ’ris like, I should forget myself.
On, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou Malt be canoniz'd, Cardinal.
Fur, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason

(20) Ard fcorns a modeft invocation.] So Mr. Pope: but I have thougbt fit to restore the reading of the oid Copies. 'Tis certain, our Author employs this word, moderr:, in a great many Haces very Grumply. But we shall always underland him, if we but carry this remak with us; that he generally uses it in the signification of trijding, in ignificant, not wéigbry, fjn:all nenent, &c. Thus his sense will be always clear to us; as it were, metaphorically, from those, who defpale 2:odern things, and prefer the ancient to them,

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