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The Pyrenean and the river Po;
It draws towards supper in conclusion, so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not finack of observation ;
[And so am I, whether I smack or no :]
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth ;

Which tho' I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn ;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
· But who comes in such halte, in riding robes ?
What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband,
That will take pains' to blow a horn before her ?
O me! it is my mother ; now, good lady,
What brings you here to court so haftily?

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Enter Lady Faulconbridge, and James Gurney.

Lady. Where is that save, thy brother, where is he, That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

Phil. My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's son, 2 Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man, Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek fo?

Lady. Sir Robert's fon? 'ay, thou unrev’rend boy,

Which though, &c.] The that a woman who travelled aconftruction will be mended, if bout like a post was likely to inftead of which though, we read, born her husband. this though.

2 Colbrand was a Danish giant, 9 But who comes here.] Mil. whom Gãy of Warwick dilcomton, in his tragedy, introduces fited in the prefence of king ADallilab with such an interroga. theiftan. The combat is very tory exclamation.

pompously described by Drayton i To blow a horn.) He means, in his Polyolbion,

Sir Robert's lon; why scorn'it thou at Sir Robert ?
He is Sir Robert's fon, and so art thou.

Philip. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while ?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.

Pbil. : Philip! -Sparrow James ; There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

[Exit James Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Sir Robert could do well; marry, confess! Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; We knew his handy-work; therefore, good mother, To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? Sir Robert never holpe to make this leg.

Lady. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That, for thine own gain, should'st defend mine ho

nour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave ? Pbil. 4 Knight, Knight, good mother — Basilisco like.

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3 Philip, sparrow, James.] Iconbridge's Words here carry a think the Poet wrote,

concealed Piece of Satire on a Philip! (pare me, fames. stupid Drama of that Age, print. i. e. don't affront me with an ap- ed in 1599, and called Soliman pellation that comes from a and Perseda. In this Piece there Family which I disclaim. WARB. is the Character of a bragging

The old reading is far more cowardly Knight, called Bafilifagreeable to the character of the His Pretension to Valour is Speaker.

so blown and seen through, that Dr. Gray observes, that Skel. Pifton, a Buffoon-servant in the ton has a poem to the memory of Play, jumps upon his Back, and Philip Sparrow; and Mr. Pope will not disengage him, till he in a short note remarks, that a makes Bafilisco Swear upon his Sparrow is called Philip.

dudgeon dagger to the Contents, 4 Knight, Knight, good and in the Terms, he dictates to

Morker, Basilisco like.] Thus him : as, for instance, must this Paflage be pointed ; Baf. O, I swear, I swear, and, to come at the Humour of Pift. By the Contents of this it, I must clear up an old Cir

Blade, cumstance of Stage. History. Faul

Bas,

What! I am dub'd; I have it on my shoulder :
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's fon;
I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land ;
Legitimation, name, and all is gone :
Then, good my mother, let me know my father ;
Some proper man, I hope ; who was it, mother?

Lady. Haft thou deny'd thyself a Faulconbridge?
Pbil. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.

Lady. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy father ;
By long, and vehement suit, I was seduc'd
To make room for in my husband's bed.
Heav'n lay not my transgression to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd past my defence.

Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
5 Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly.
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,

Bar. By the Contents of his make this Circumstance so well
Blade,

known, as to become the Butt Pift. I, the aforesaid Bafilifco, for a Stage farcasm. THEOBALD.

Baf. 1, the aforesaid Bafilisco, Kni bi, Knight, good mother-Knight, good felion, knight, Bafilisco iike ] The words knight,

allude to an exprellion in an old Pist. Knave, good fellow, knave, foolish play, then the common knave,

butt of ridicule, but the beauiy So that 'tis clear, our Poet is of the paílage consists in his alsneering at this Play; and makes luding, at the same time, to his Philip, when his Mother calls high original. His father, Ri. him Knave, throw off that Re- chard the first, was surnamed proach by humorously laying Cæur de-lion. And the Cor Leonis, claim to his new Dignity of a fixed Itar of the first magnitude, Knighthood; as Bafli co arro in the fign Leo, is called Bafifa gantly infifts on his Title of

WARBURTON. Knight in the Passage above quote Could one have thought it ! ed. The old Play is an execra s Some fins ] There are finis, ble bad one ; and, I suppose, that, whatever be determined of was sufficiently exploded in the them above, are not much cenRepresentation : which might fured on tarth.

CO.

Against whose fury, and unmatched force,
The awless lion could not wage the fight ;
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hands.
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart, I thank thee for my father.
Who lives and dares but say, thou didit not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will thew thee to my kin,

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadít said him nay, it had been fin ;
Who says, it was, he lyes; I say, 'cwas not.

[Exeunt.

A CT II.

SCENE I.

Before the Walls of Angiers in France.

Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin, the

Aribduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur.

LEWIS.

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EFORE Angiers well met, brave Auftria.

Arthur! that great fore-runner of thy blood
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
? By this brave Duke came early to his grave:

And

6 Richard, that robb'd, &c.] he lewe the lyon, and therefore So Rastal in his Chronicle. It is some say he is called Rycharde fayd that a Lyon was put to Cure de lyon; but some say he is kynge Richard, beynge in prison, called Caur de lyon, because of his to have devoured him, and when boldness and hardy stomake. the lyon was gapynge he put his

Dr. GRAY. arme in his mouth, and pulled ? By this brave Duke, &c.] the lyon by the harte so hard that This is not true. Richard was

made

And for amends to his posterity,
$ Atour importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf ;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.

Artbur. God shall forgive you Ceur-de lion's death
The rather, that you give his off-spring life ;
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
I give you welcome with a pow'rless hand,
But with a heart full of unitained love :
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, Duke.

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 ; That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, 9 Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring rides, And coops from other lands her islanders; Ev'n till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Ev'n till that outmost corner of the west, Salute thee for her King. Till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Conft. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's

thanks, your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love. Auft. The peace of heav'n is theirs, who lift their

swords In such a juft and charitable war. made prisoner by the Duke of 8 At my importance.] At my Auftria, but was released for an import unity. exorbitant ransome, and was af." 9 That pale, that white fac’d terwards killed with a cross-bow, fhore.] England is supposed to before the castle of Chalons. be called Albion from the white

Dr, Gray. rocks facing France. Vol. III.

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