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And give you entrance; but without this match,
The fea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions so confident, mountains and rocks
So free from motion ; no, not death himself
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this City.

Faulc. Here's a stays,
That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks and seas ;
Talks as familiarly of roaring Lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
What Cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
He speaks plain cannon-fire, and smoak and bounce,
He gives che bastinado with his tongue :
Our ears are cudgeld ; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France;
Zounds! I was never fo bethumpt with words,
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.

Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match, Give with our Neice a dowry large enough ; For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unsur'd assurance to the Crown,

That yon green boy shall have no Sun to ripe The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit. I see a Yielding in the looks of France ; Mark, how they whisper; urge them, while their souls Are capable of this ambition;

8 Here's a say,

Here's a flaw, Tlat fakes the rotten carcass of That shakes the rolten carcass of old death

old Death. Out of bis rags:

- ] I can- That is, here is a gus of bravery, not but think that every reader a blaft of menace. This suits wishes for some other word in well with the spirit of the fpeech. the place of ftay, which though Stay and flaw, in a careless hand, it may signify an hindrance, or are not easily distinguished; and man that hinders, is yet very im- if the writing was obscure, fiar', proper to introduce the next being a word less usual, was easily line. I read,

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Lest zeal now melted by the windy breathi
Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Cit. Why answer not the double Majesties
This friendly Treaty of our threaten'd town?
K. Philip. Speak, England, first, that hath been

forward first To speak unto this City : what say you ?

K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy Princely son,
Can in this book of beauty read, I love ;
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a Queen.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poiétiers ',
And all that we upon this side the sea,
Except this City now by us besieg’d,
Find liable to our Crown and Dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any Princess of the world.
K. Philip. What say'st thou, boy ? look in the lady's

face.
Lewis. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle ;
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,

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9 Left zeal noru melted -] And all that We upon this Siás We have here a very unusual, and,

the Sea, I think, not very just image of Except this City now by us bezeal, which in its highest degree

fieg'd, is represented by others as Find liable, &c. - What fiame, but by Shakusprare as a was the City besieged, but it frost. To repress zeal, in the giers? King Yobin agrees to give language of others, is to coal, in up all he held in Frince, excer: Shak./peare's to melt it ; when it the City of Anglers, which te exerts its utmost power it is com now besieg'd and laid Ciaim to. monly said to fame, but by Sbake. But could he give up all except Jpeare to be congealed.

Angiers, and give up That too? In old editions,

Anjou was one of the Provinces For Angiers and fair Tou- which the English held in France. raine, Maine, Foictiers,

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Becomes a Sun, and makes your son a shadow.
I do protest, I never lov’d myself,
Till now, infixed, I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye.

[Whispering with Blanch. Faulc. Drawn in the fatt'ring table of her eye!

Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart ! he doth espie

Himself love's traitor : this is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be, In such a Love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine. If he see aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will: Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not Aatter you, my lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this ; that nothing do I see in you (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your

judge) That I can

find should merit any hate. K. John. What say these young Ones? what say you,

my Niece ?

Blanch. That she is bound in Honour ftill to do
What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say.
K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you

love this lady? Lewis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love? For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poi&tiers, and Anjou, these five Provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more, Full thirty thousand Marks of English coin. Philip of France, if thou be pleas’d withal, Command thy Son and Daughter to join hands.

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K. Philip.

K. Pbilip. It likes us well ; young Princes, close

your hands.

Auft. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did so, when I was first assur'd.

K. Philip. Now, Citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made: For at Saint Mary's Chapel presently The Rites of Marriage shall be solemniz'd. Is not the lady Constance in this troop? I know, she is not ; for this Match made up Her presence would have interrupted much. Where is she and her son, tell me, who knows? Lewis. She's sad and passionate at your Highness?

Tent.
K, Philip. And, by my faith, this league, that we

have made,
Will give her sadness very little Cure.
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow lady ? in her Right we came ;
Which we, God knows, have turn’d another way
To our own vantage.

K. John. We will heal up all,
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Britain,
And Earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town
We make him lord of. Call the lady Constance ;
Some speedy Messenger bid her repair
To our Solemnity : I trust, we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfie her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as halte will suffer us,
To this unlook’d-for, unprepared, Pomp:

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Faule. Mad world, mad Kings, mad composition !

John,

John, to stop Arthur's Title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part :
And France, whole armour Conscience buckled on,
Whom Zeal and Charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that fly devil,
That broker, that ftill breaks the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of Kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word Maid, cheats the poor maid of that ;
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,
Commodity, the biass of the world,
The world, which of itself is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile drawing biass,
This sway of motion, this Commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
And this same bials, this Commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a refolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile concluded peace.
And why rail I on this Commodity ?
But for because he hath not wooed me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm ;
But that my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, while I am a beggar, I will rail;
And say, there is no fin but to be rich :
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say, there is no vice, but beggary.
Since Kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord; for I will worship thee! [Exit.

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