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Changes to a Field of Battle,
Faulc. W, by my life, this day grows
wond'rous hot ; *Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there. Thus hath King Richard's son perform’d his vow, And offer'd Austria's blood for sacrifice Unto his father's ever-living soul.
Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
My mother is allailed in our tent,
Faul. My Lord, I rescu'd her :
3 Some airy devil. We justify them. Not that of this must read, Some fiery devil
, if change the propriety is out of we will have the caule equal to controversy. Dr. Warburton will WÁRBURTON.
have the devil fiery, because he There is no end of such alte. makes the day hol ; the author rations ; every page of a vehe- makes him airy, because he ment and negligent writer will bovers in the sky, and the heat afford opportunities for changes and mischief are natural conseof terms, if mere propriety will quences of his malignity.
SCENE SCENE V.
Alarms, Excursions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So shall it be-your Grace shall stay behind
[To Elinor. So strongly guarded_Cousin, look not fad,
[To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will As dear be to thee, as thy father was.
Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Cousin, away for England; haste before,
(To Faulconbridge And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots; their imprison’d angels Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon. Use our commiffion in its utmost force. Faulc. 3 Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me
back, When gold and silver beck me to come on. I leave your highness-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy)
the fat ribs of Peace This emendation is better than Muß by the hungry now be fed the former, but yet not neces
ufon.] This word now seems sary. Sir T. Hanmer reads, buna very idle term here, and con- gry maw with less deviation from veys no satisfactory idea. An the common reading, but with antithesis, and opposition of not so much force or elegance as terms, fo perpetual with our author, requires ;
3 Bell, book, and candle, &c.] Mluft by ibe hungoy War be fed in an account of the Romish curse 11 pon.
given by Dr. Gray, it appears l'ar, demanding a largeexpence, that three candles were extinis very poetically said to be bun- guilhed, one by one, in differEry, and to prey on the wealth ent parts of the execration. and fi of peace. WARBURTOX.
For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.
Eli. Farewel, my gentle cousin.
(Exit Faulc, Eli. Come, hither, little kinsman ;-hark, a word.
[Taking him to one side of the stage.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.
4 Sound on unto the drowsie race of night ;] We should read, Sound ONE
(A paffion hateful to my purposes)
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st?
Hub. And I'll keep him so,
K. Jokn. Death.
K. John. Enough.
Hubert, I love thee;
[Returning to the Queen. I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty,
Eli. My blessing go with thee !
K. John. For England, cousin, go.
Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendance,
O, by a roaring tempeft on the flood,
A whole - Armada of collected fail
Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well.
so ill ?
Lewis. What he hath won, that hach he fortify'd :
praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
SA whole Armada, &c.] This But the whole play aboundswith fimilitude, as little as it makes touches relative to the then poffor the purpose in hand, was, I ture of affairs. WARBURTON. do not question, a very taking This play, so far as I can difone when the play was firit re- cover, was not played till a long presented ; which was a winter time after the defeat of the Aror two at most, after the Spanish mada. The old play, I think, invasion in 1588. It was 'in re- wants this fimile. The comference likewise to that glorious mentator should not have af. period that Shakespeare concludes firmied what he could only guess. his play in that triumphant man.'
in fo fierce a CAUSE,} ner,
We should read COURSE, i. e. Thus England never did, nor march. The Oxford Editor con: never jball,
descends to this emendation. 1 ye at the froud foot of a con