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Law cannot give my child his kingdom bere;
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curfe,
the hand of that arch-heretick; And
raise the pow'r of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
Eli. Look'it thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.
Const. Look to that, devil! left that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
Aujt. King Philip, liften to the Cardinal.
Auft. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because
Fau's. Your breeches best may carry them.
Lewis. Bethink you, father; for the difference
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.
Conf. Lewis, ftand faft; the devil tempts thee here(16) In likeness of a new and trimmed bride.
Blanch. The lady Constance fpeaks not from her faith : But from her need. (16)
ibe devil tempis ibee here In likeness of a niw untrimined bride.] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, yet as untrimmed cannot bear any signification to square with the sense required, I cannot help thinking it a cosTupted reading. It might, indeed, admit of this explanation, we driss’d, ready to go to bed: but then that is giving in to an allusion 100 grois fur Lady Conjiance. I have ventur'o to throw out the negative, and read;
In liteness of a netu and trimmed bride. į. e. of a ne x bride; and one deck's and adorn'd as well by art as
Or we might read ; but it departs a little wider from the fraces of the text as we find it ;
In likeness of a nero betrimmed bride. But the first conjecture answers the sense and purpose of the speaker; and requires bar a very flight variation,
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Confi. Oh, if thou grant my need,
K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not to this.
Pand. What can't thou say, but will perplex thee more,
K. Philip. Good rev’rend father, make myperson yours;
Some gentle order, and we fhall be blest
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,
K. Philip. I may dis-join my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So mak’t thou faith an enemy to faith ; And, like a civil war, set'ft oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow Firít made to heav'n, first be to heav'n perform'ds That is, to be the champion of our church. What since thou fior'it, is sworn against thyself; And may not be performed by thyself. For that, which thou haft sworn to do amiss, Is not amiss, when it is truly done: And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then most done, not doing it. The better act of purposes mistook Is to mistake again ; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And fallhood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched yeins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vows kept, But thou hast sworn againīt religion : By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear'ft: And mak'it an oath the furety for thy truth, Against an oath the truth thou art unsure To swear, twear only not to be forsworn, Else what a mockery hould it be to swear : But thou dot swear, only to be forsworn, And most fortworn, to keep what thou doft sweat. Therefore thy latter vows, againit thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.
And better conquest never canst thou make,
Auft. Rebellion, flat rebellion.
Faulc. Will't not be ?
Lewis. Father, to arms.
Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?
Conft. O, upon my knee,
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; what motive may Be Itronger with thee than the name of wife?
Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
Lewis. I muse, your Majesty doth feem so cold,
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head ?
Is it, as he will ? well then, France fhait rire.
Blanch. The fun's o'ercait with blood : fair day, adieu!
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
(Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am Burn'd up with inflaming wrath,
A rage, whose heat hath this condition;
K.Ph.Thy rage Mall barn thee up, and thuu shalt turd
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of battle. Alarms, Excursions : Enter Fautconbridge, with Auftria's
head. Faul. Yow, by my life, this day grows wond'rous
hot; (17) (17)
it gropus wondrous bor; Some airy Devill.coers in the jay.) l'have, by Mr. Warbuih ton's direction, ven:ord to lubilitite, fiery Deavil. It is a very un. conclusive inference, sure, that, because it grew wond'rous hot, come airy Devil hovered in the sky. It is a fort of reasoning, that carries an air of ridicule ; unless we could determine, that the Poet meant
by the epithet than to express the Sacred Text, in which the Devil i ftiled the Prince of the Air.' VOL. III.