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The French King's Pavilion.

Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury.


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ONE to be marry’d! gone to swear a peace !
False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be

Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?
It is not so, thou hast mif-spoke, mis-heard ;
Be well advis'd, tello'er thy tale again,
It cannot be ; thou dost but say, 'cis so.
I trust, I may not trust thee ; for thy word
Is but the vain breath of a common man :
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
I have a King's oath to the contrary.
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am sick, and capable of fears ;
Opprest with wrongs, and therefore full of fears :
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ; .
A woman, naturally born to fears,
And, tho' thou now confess thou didst but jest,
With my vext spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What doft thou mean by shaking of thy head ?
Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ?
Be these sad sighs confirmers of thy words?
Then speak again, not all thy former tale,
But this is one word, whether thy tale be true.
Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,


That give you cause to prove my saying true.

Const. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this forrow how to make me die; And let belief and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two defp'rate men, Which, in the very meeting, fall and die. Lewis wed Blanch! O boy, then where art thou? France friend with England! what becomes of me? Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy sight: This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, But spoke the harm that is by others done?

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

Arth. I do beseech you, inother, be content. Conft. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim, Ugly, and Nand'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blors, and a sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious ?, Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks; I would not care, I then would be content: For then I should not love thee: no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy! Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great. Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose. But fortune, oh! She is corrupted, chang’d, and, won from thee, Adulterates hourly with thine uncle Johir ; And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Frence is a bawd to fortune, and to John; That strumpet fortune, that usurping John!


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3 Prodigious ; that is, portentous, ules sightless for that which we fo deformed as to be taken for a now exprefs by unsightly, dif- firetoken of evila agreeable to the eyes,



Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words; or get thee gone,
And leave these woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.

Sal. Pardon me, Madam,
I may not go without you to the Kings.
Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stout +.
To me, and to the State of my great Grief',
Let Kings assemble: for my Grief's so great,
That no Supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: Here I and Sorrow sit:
Here is my Throne, bid Kings come bow to it“.

[Sits down on the Floor,




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make his orvner sour] nothing can be gained, and fear. The old editions have, makes it's less to offend when there is noowner stoop; the emendation is thing further to be dreaded. Hanm r's,

Such was this writer's knowledge s To ond to the State of my of the passions. great Griif,

bid Kings come bow Let Kings assemble :

to it.] I must here account Much ado about nothing, the fa- for the Liberty I have taken to ther of Hero, depresied by her make a Change in the Divifion disgrace, declares himself to sub- of the ad and 3d Aes. In the dued by grief that a thread moy old Editions, the ad Ad was lead him. How is it that grief made to end here; though 'tis in Leonato and lady Confiance, evident, Lady Confiance here, in produces effe&ts directly opposite, her Despair, seats herself on the and yet both agreeable to nature. Floor: and she must be supposed, Sorrow softens the mind while it as I formerly observed, immeis yet warmed by hope, but har- diately to rise again, only to go dens it when it is congealed by off and end the Ae decently; or despair. Daitress, while there that fiat Scene must shut her in remains any prospect of relief, from the Sight of the Audience, is weak and Alexible, but when an Absurdity I cannot with ro no succour remains, is fearless accuse Shakespeare of. Mr. Gia and stubborn; angry alike at those don and some other Criticks fanthat injure, and at those that do cied, that a confiderable Part of no: help; careless to please where the ad A& was loft; and that the


Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,

Faulconbridge, and Austria.

K. Pbilip. 'Tis true, fair daughter ; and this blessed

day Ever in France shall be kept festival: To folemnize this day, the glorious sun? Stays in his course, and plays the aichymist; Turning with splendor of his precious eye Chasm began here. I had joined the French King's Tent, brings in this Suspicion of a Scene or us Salistury de avering his Meitwo being loft; and unwittingly sage to Conjtance, who, refusing drew Mr. Pope into this Error. to go to the Solemnity, fets herIi feems to be to, says he, and self down on the floor. The it were to be wish'd the Re. whole Train returning from the forer ( meaning Me, I could fup- Church to the French King's Paply it.To deserve this Great vilion, Philip expresses such SaMan's Thanks, I'll venture at tisfaction on Occasion of the the Talk; and hope to convince happy Solemnity of that Day, my Readers, that nothing is lost; that Constancerises from the Floor, but that I have supplied the suf- and joins in the Scene by entring pected Charm, only by rectifying her Protest again!t their Joy, and the Division of the Acts. Upon cursing the Business of the Day. looking a little more narrowly Thus, I conceive, the Scenes are into the Conflitution of the Play, fairly continued; and there is no I am fatisfied that the 3d Act Chasm in the Action: but a proought to begin with that Scene, per interval made both for Sawhich has hither o been accounted lisbury's coming to Lady Conthe last of the 2d Aft: and my fiance, and for the Solemnization Reasons for it are these. The of the Marriage. Besides, as Match being concluded, in the Faulconbridge is evidently the Scene before that, betwixt the Poet's favourite Character, 'twas Dauphin and Blanch, a Mes- very well judg’d to close the Act fenger is fent for Lady Confiance with his Soliloquy. THEOBALD. to K. Philip's Tent, for her to This whole note seems judici. come to Sc Mary's Church to the ous enough ; but Mr. Theobald Solemnity. The Princes all go forgets that there were, in Shake out, as to the Marriage; and the speare's time, no moveable scenes. Baftard staying a little behind, to descant on Interest and Com- ? From this paffage Rowe seems modity, very properly ends the to have borrowed the first lies set. The next Scene then, in of his Fair Penitent.


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The meagre cloddy earth to glitt'ring gold.
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it, but a holy day.
Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day.-

What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That is in golden letter should be set
Among the high tides in the kalendar?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,
This day of shame, oppresiion, perjury:
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray, that their burthens may not fall this day,
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crost:
But on this day $, let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break, that are not this day made ;
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow fallhood change !

K. Philip. By heaven, lady you shall have no cause To curle the fair proceedings of this day : Have I not pawn’d to you my majesty ?

Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless: you are forsworn, forsworn, You came in arms to spill my enemies blood", But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours. The grappling vigour, and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppre Mion hath made up this league : Arm, arm, ye heav'ns, against these perjur'd Kings ; A widow cries, be husband to me, heav'n! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but ere fun-set,

8 But on this day,

-] That it with yours.] I am afraid is, except on this day.

here is a clinch intended ; You 9 You came in arms to spill my came in war to deftroy my enemies, enemies' biood,

but now you firengthen them in But now in arms, you strengthen embraces.


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