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K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis.] and at the
other hill Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right!
Alarums and Excursions ; then a Retreat.
Enter a French Herald, with trumpets, to the gates.
F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in; Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground. Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the discolored earth; And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hånd, triumphantly displayed, To enter conquerors, and to proclaim Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours.
Enter an English Herald, with trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your
King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
1 It was anciently one of the savage practices of the chase for all to stain their hands in the blood of the deer as a trophy.
Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes.
Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
blows; Strength matched with strength, and power confronted
power: Both are alike; and both alike we like. One must prove greatest; while they weigh so even, We hold our town for neither; yet for both.
Enter, at one side, King JOHN, with his Power; Ell
NOR, Blanch, and the Bastard ; at the other, King
Say, shall the current of our right run? on?
put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,
Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of kings is set on fire!
1 The first folio reads roam: the change was made in the second folio.
0, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;
king? 1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the
king K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up
his right. K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, And bear possession of our person here; Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.
1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this;
1 Mr. Pope changed this to mouthing, and was followed by subsequent editors. “ Mousing,” says Malone, “is mammocking and devouring eagerly, as a cat devours a mouse." “ Whilst Troy was swilling sack and sugar, and mousing fat venison, the mad Greekes made bonfires of their houses.”—The Wonderful Year, by Decker, 1603.-Shakspeare often uses familiar terms in his most serious speeches; and Malone has adduced other instances in this play: but in this very speech “his dead chaps” is surely not more elevated than mousing.
2 Potentates. 3 The old copy reads “ Kings of our fear," &c. The emendation is Mr. Tyrwhitt's.“ Kinged of our fears," i. e. our fears being our kings or rulers. 4 Escrouelles (Fr.), scabby fellows. · VOL. III.
Do like the mutines of Jerusalem,
Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king,
, Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell.
K. Phi. Let it be so.—Say, where will you assault ?
K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.
Aust. I from the north.
Our thunder, from the south, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town.
1 The mutines are the mutineers, the seditious.
Bast. O prudent discipline! from north to south, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth.
[Aside. I'll stir them to't.-Come, away, away! 1 Cit. Hear us, great kings ! vouchsafe a while
to stay, And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, That here come sacrifices for the field. Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. K. John. Speak on, with favor; we are bent to
hear. 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady
Blanch, Is near to England; look upon the years Of Lewis the dauphin, and that lovely maid. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous ? love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch ? If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Is the young dauphin every way complete. If not complete, O say, he is not she; And she again wants nothing, to name want, If want it be not, that she is not he. He is the half part of a blessed man, , Left to be finished by such a she; And she a fair, divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. 0, two such silver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in; And two such shores to two such streams made one, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, To these two princes, if you marry them.
1 The lady Blanch was daughter to Alphonso, the ninth king of Castile, and was niece to king John by his sister Eleanor.
2 Zealous for pious.