Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.

fore,

Arth. O this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Coufin, away for England; hafte be[To Faul. And, ere our coming, fee thou fhake the bags Of hoarding abbots; their imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of Peace (18) Muft by the hungry War be fed upon. Ufe our commiflion in its utmost force.

Faule. Bell, book, and candle, fhall not drive me
When gold and filver beck me to come on. [back,
I leave your Highnefs: Grandam, I will pray
(If ever I remember to be holy)

For your fair fafety; fo I kits your hand.
Eli. Farewel, my gentle Coufin.

K. John. Coz, farewel.

[Exit Faul,

Eli. Come hither, little kinfman;-hark, a word,
[Taking him to one fide of the Stage.
K. John. to Hubert on the other fide.] Come hi-
ther, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,

We owe thee much; within this wall of flesl
There is a foul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bofom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand; I had a thing to fay----
. But I will fit it with fome better time.

(18)

the fat rs of Peace

Must by the hungry now be fed pen.] This word now, feems a very idle term here, and conveys no fatisfactoAn antithefis and oppofition of terms, to perpetual with our Anthor, requires;

ry idea.

Muft by the hungry War be fed upon.

War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically faid to be hungry, and to prey on the wealth and fat of Peace.

Ms Warburton.

By Heaven, Hubert, I'm almoft.aflamed
To fay what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.

K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say fo yet,-----

But thou shalt have-and creep time ne'er fe flow, Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good.

I had a thing to lay---but let it go:

The fun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,

Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience. If the midnight bell (19)
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night;

If this fame were a church-yard where we ftand,
And thou poffeffed with a thoufand

Or if that furly fpirit Melancholy.

wrongs;

Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick,.

(وا)

-If the midnight bell

Did with his iron tongue, and brazen mouth,

Sound on into the drowly race of night, I do not think that found on gives here that idea of folemnity and horror which, 'tis plain, our Poet intended to imprefs by this fine: defcription, and which my emendation conveys: ie. If it were the ftill part of the night, or one of the clock in the morning, when the found of the bell ftrikes upon the car with most awe and terror. And it is very ufual with our Shake speare, in other paffages, to express the horror of a anidnight bell

So in Othello;

Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the ifle.
what's the business,

That fuch an hideous trumpet calls to parley
The feepers of the house?

Macbeth

And fometimes, for the more folemnity, he is used to add

the circumftance of the particular hour.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.

Midfum. Night's Dream.

The bell then beating one.

Hamlets

Which elfe runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideot Laughter keep men's eyes,.
And train their cheeks to idle merriment,
A paffion hateful to my purpofes);

Or if that thou couldelt fee me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words;
Then, in defpight of broad-eyed watchful Day,
I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts:
But ah, I will not---yet I love thee well;
And by my troth I think thou lovest me well.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By Heaven I'd do't.

eye

K. John. Do not I know thou wouldest?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine
On yon young boy; I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very ferpent in my way,

And wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lyes before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him fo,

That he fhall not offend your Majefty.

K. John. Death..

Hub. My Lord?

K. John. A grave.

Hub. He fhall not live.

K. John. Enough.

I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not fay what I intend for thee:
Remember:- Madam, fare you well.

[Returning to the Queen,

I'll fend thofe powers o'er to your Majefty.
Eli. My bleffing go with thee!

K. John. For England, coufin, go.

Hubert fhall be your man, t' attend on you
With all true duty; on, toward Calais, he !

[Exeunt

SCENE changes to the French Court.

Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPHO and At

tendants.

K. Phi. So by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole Armado of collected fail

Is fcattered and disjoined from fellowship.
Pand. Courage and comfort; all fhall yet go well.
K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft?
[fo ill.
Arthur taken prifoner? divers dear friends flain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'er-bearing interruption, fpite of France?

Lewis. What he hath won that he hath fortified:
So hot a fpeed with fuch advice difpofed,
Such temperate order in fo fierce a caufe,
Doth want example; who hath read or heard
Of any kindred action like to this?

Epraife, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this So we could find some pattern of our shame.

Enter CONSTANCE.

Look, who comes here? a grave unto a soul,
Holding th' eternal spirit 'gainst her will
In the vile prifon of afflicted breath.

I pr'ythee, Lady, go away with me.

Con. Lo now, now fee the illue of your peace. K. Phi. Patience, good Lady; comfort, gentle

Conftance.

Con. No, I defy all counfel, all redrefs, But that which ends all counfel, true redress, Death, death! Oh amiable, lovely death!

Thou odoriferous ftench, found rottennefs,
Arife forth from thy couch of lafting Night,
Thou hate and terror to profperity,
And I will kifs thy deteftable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring thefe fingers with thy houfehold worms;
And stop this gap of breath with fultome duft,
And be a carrion monfter, like thyfelf;

Come grin on me, and I will think thou fmileft,
And kifs thee as thy wife. Mifery's love,
O come to me!

K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace.

Con. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry; O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth, Then with a patlion I would thake the world, And rouze from fleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And icorns a modern invocation. (20)

Pand. Lady, you utter madnels, and not forrow. Con. Thou art not holy to belye me to; I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine; My name is Conftance, I was Geffrey's wife: Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft! I am not mad; I would to Heaven I were ! For then, 'tis like, I fhould forget myself. Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget! Preach fome philofophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canonized, Cardinal.

(20) And fcorns a modeft invocation;] So Mr Pope: but I have thought fit to restore the reading of the old copies. 'Tis certain our Author employs this word modern, in a great many places very cramply. But we fhall always understand him, if we but carry this remark with us; that he generally ufes it in the fignification of trifling, infignificant, not weighty, of Small moment, &c. Thus his fenfe will be always clear to us; as it were, metaphorically, from thofe who defpift modern things, and prefer the ancient to them.