Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death. [Trumpet Jounds. What lufty trumpet thus doth fummon us? Faule. According to the fair Play of the world, Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-oppofite. Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, The Youth fays well. Now hear our English King; For thus his Royalty doth fpeak in me: He is prepar'd; and reafon too he should. This apifh and unmannerly approach, This harness'd mafk, and unadvised revel, This unhair'd faucinefs and boyish troops, The King doth fmile at; and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish war, thefe pigmy arms, From out the circle of his Territories. That hand which had the ftrength, ev'n at your door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; This unheard Sweinefs and toyish Troops, Thus the printed Copies in general; but unbeard is an Epithet of very litthe Force, or Meaping here; befides, let us obferve how 'tis coupled. Fauleni ridge is fneering at the Dauphin's Invafion, as an unadvis'd Enterprize, favouring of Youth and Indifcretion, the Refult of Childishness and unthinking Rafhnefs and he feems altogether to dwell on this Character of it, by calling his Preparation boyish Troops, dwarf War, pigmy Arms, &c. which, according to my Emendation, fort very well with unkair'd, i. e. unbtarded Sawcinefs. THEOBALD Το To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells ; Lewis. There end thy Brave, and turn thy face in peace; We grant, thou canst out-fcold us; fare thee well: We hold our time too precious to be spent With fuch a babler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Faulc. No, I will speak. Lewis. We will attend to neither: Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our int'reft, and our being here. 'Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And fo fhall you, being beaten; do but start An Echo with the clamour of thy drum, And And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder. For at hand doubt. SCENE V. Changes to a Field of Battle. Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert. K. John. H goes the day with us? oh, tell me, Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear; how fares your Majefty? K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me fo long, Lies heavy on me. Oh, my heart is fick! Enter a Meffenger. Mef. My Lord, your valiant kinfman, Faulconbridge, Defires your Majefty to leave the field; And fend him word by me which way you go. K. John. Tell him, tow'rd Swinftead, to the Abbey there. Mef. Be of good Comfort: for the great Supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin fands. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, SCENE Sal. SCENE VI. Changes to the French Camp. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. I' Did not think the King fo ftor'd with friends. If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Sal. That mif-begotten devil, Faulconbridge, In fpight of fpight, alone upholds the day. Pemb. They fay, King John, fore fick, hath left the field. Enter Melun, wounded, Melun. Lead me to the Revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Pemb. It is the Count Melun. Sal. Wounded to death. Melun. Fly noble English, you are bought and fold; • Unthread the rude eye of Rebellion, And welcome home again difcarded faith. 2 Unthread the rude Eye of Rebellion.] Tho' all the Copies concur in this Reading, how poor is the Metaphor of unthreading the Eye of a Needle? And, befides, as there is no Mention made of a Needle, how remote and obfcure is the Allufon without it? The Text, as I have reftor'd it, is eafy and natural; and it is the Mode of Expreffion, which our Author is every where fond of, to tread and untread, the Way, Path, Steps, THEOBALD. The metaphor is certainly harfh, but I do not think the paffage corrupted. &c. Upon Upon the altar at St. Edmondsbury; Ev'n on that altar, where we fwore to you Dear amity and everlasting love. Sal. May this be poffible! may this be true! Which bleeds away, ev'n as a form of wax He is forfworn, if e'er those eyes of yours But ev'n this night, whofe black contagious breath Ev'n with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Sal. We do believe thee, and befhrew my foul, But I do love the favour and the form 3 Rated treachery,] It were eafy to change rated to hated for an easier meaning, but rated fuits better with fine. The Dauphin has rated you treachery, and fet upon it a fine which your lives muft pay. Of |