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Plil. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.
Lody. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy fat
Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
? Some fins-] There are fins, that whatever be determined of them above, are not much censured on earth. JOHNSON.
A CT II. SCENE I.
Before the walls of Angiers in France.
Enter Philip king of France, Lewis the dauphin, the
archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur.
D Arthur! that great fore-runner of thy blood
Arthur. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death
Lewis. A noble boy! who would not do thee right?
Auft. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, A seal to this indenture of my love;
s Richard, that robb’d, &c.] So Rastal in his Chronicle. It is fayi that a lyon was put to kynge Richard, beynge in prison,' to have devoured him, and when the lyon was gapynge he put his arme in his mouth, and pulled the lyon by the harte to hard that he flewe the lyon, and therefore some say he is called Rycharde Cure de Lyon; but some say he is called Cure de Lyon, because of his boldness and hardy stomake. Dr. Grar.
At my importancem) At my importunity. JONnson.
That to my home I will no more return,
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
swords In such a juft and charitable war. K. Philip. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Cont. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
? -- that pole, that white-fac'd Bore,} England is supposed to be called albion from the white rocks facing France. Johnson.
i To make a more rejuital, &c.] I believe it has been already obfirved, wat are fignificd, in our author's time, greater.
Enter Chatillion. K. Pbilip. 4 A wonder, lady!-Lo, upon thy with Our messenger Chatillion is arriv’d. - What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, We coldly pause for thee. Chatillion, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paitry fiege, And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I. His marches are s expedient to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Até, stirring him to blood and strife. With her, her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain; With them a bastard of the king deceas’d, And all the unsettled humours of the land; Raih, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens, Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, * Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Than now the English bottoms have waft o’er, Did never float upon the swelling tide, To do offence and 7 scath in Christendom. The interruption of their churlish drums [Drums beat.
* A wonder, lady! - ] The wonder is onl: that Chatillion bappened to arrive at the moment when Constance mentioned him; which the French kins, according to a fuperftition which prevails more or less in every mind agitated by great affairs, turns into a miraculous interpofition, or omen of good. JOHNS.
s- expedient - Immediate, expeditious. JOHNSON.
JOHNSON. 1-fcathe -] Destruction, wafe. Johnson.
luciofiore circumstance: they are at hand
Enter king of England, Faulconbridge, Elinor, Blanch,
Pembroke, and others.
K. Phil. Peace be to England ; if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace ! England we love; and, for that England's fake, With burthen of our armour here we sweat: This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; But thou from loving England art so far, That thou hast under-wrought its lawful king; Cut off the sequence of posterity, Out-faced infant state, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face:These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his :' This little abstract doth contain that large, Which dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume. That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God, How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest?
That this his son; Eng in the name of Goking,
How cous is Geffrey's?land was Gefiborn,