Of thy unnatural uncle, English John. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Shadowing their right under your wings of war." Ev'n 'till that outmoft corner of the Weft, Conft. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's Till your ftrong hand shall help to give him ftrength, To make a more requital to your love. Auft. The peace of Heav'n is theirs who lift their fwords In fuch a juft and charitable war. K. Phi. Well then, to work; our engines fhall Against the brows of this refifting town; We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmens' blood, But we will make it fubject to this boy. Conf. Stay for an answer to your embally, Left unadvifed you ftain your fwords with blood. My Lord Chatilion may from England bring That right in peace, which here we urge in war; And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rafh haste so indirectly fhed. Enter CHATILION. K. Phi. A wonder, Lady! Lo, upon thy with, Our meffenger Chatilion is arrived. What England fays, fay briefly, gentle Lord, And stir them up against a mightier task. His marches are expedient to this town, With ladies faces, and fierce dragons fpleens, To do offence and fkaith in Christendom. [Drums beat. Cuts off more circumstance; they are at hand. To parley or to fight, therefore prepare. K. Phi. How much unlooked for is this expe dition! Auft. By how much unexpected, by so much. We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occafion: Let them be welcome then, we are prepared. Enter King of England, FAULCONBRIDGE, ELINOR, BLANCH, PEMBROKE, and others. K. John, Peace be to France, if France in peace permit Our juft and lineal entrance to our own: Their proud contempt that beats his peace to K. Phi. 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 burden of our armour here we fweat; This toil of ours should bẹ a work of thine; But thou from loving England art fo far, That thou haft under-wrought its lawful King, Cut off the fequence of pofterity, Cut-faced infant ftate, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Thefe eyes, thefe brows, were moulded out of his; And this his fon; England was Geffrey's right, To daw my answer to thy articles? K. Phi. From that fupernal Judge, that firs In any breast of ftrong authority, [good thoughts To lock into the blots and ftains of right.. That Judge hath made me guardian to this boy; Under whofe warrant I impeach thy wrong, And by whofe help I mean to chaltise it. K. John. Alack, thou doft ufurp authority. K. Phi. Excufe it, 'tis to beat ufurping down. Eli. Who is't that thou doft call ufurper, France? Conft. Let me make anfwer: thy ufurping fon.-Eli. Out, infolent! thy baftard fhall be King, That thou mayeft be a Queen, and check the world! Conft. My bed was ever to thy fon as true, As thine was to thy husband; and this boy, Than thou and John, in manners being as like It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy father. Conft. There's a good grandam, boy, that would blot thee. Auft. Peace,---- Faulc. Hear the crier. Auft. What the devil art thou? Faule. One that will play the devil, Sir, with you, An a' may catch your hide and you alone. You are the hare, of whom the proverb goes,. Whofe valour plucks dead lions by the beard; I'll fmoak your fkin-coat, an I catch you right; Sirrah, look to't; i'faith I will, i'faith. Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe,. That did difrobe the lion of that robe. Faulc. It lyes as fightly on the back of him, (8) As great Alcides' fhews upon an ass; But, afs, I'll take that burden from your back, K. Phi. Women and fools, break off your confe- (8) It lyes as fightly on the back of him, Asgreat Alcides' fhoes upon an afs;] But why his froes, in the name of propriety? For let Hercules and his shoes have been really as big as they were ever fuppofed to be, yet they (I mean the fhoes) would not have been an over load for an afs. I am perfuaded I have retrieved the true reading; and let us obferve the juftnefs of the comparison. Dow. Faulconbridge, in his refentment, would say this to Auftria: "That lion's fkin, which my great father King "Richard once wore, looks as uncouthly on thy back, as. "that other noble hide, which was borne by Hercules, "would look on the back of an afs." A double allufion was intended; first, to the fable of the afs in the lion's fkin; then Richard I, is finely fet in competition with Ab cides, as Auftria is fatirically coupled with the afs. |