Changes to the Dauphin's Camp, at St. Edmondsbury

Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Meiun, Pembroke, Bigot, and Soldiers.

Lewis. M

Y Lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And keep it fafe for our remembrance:
Return the precedent to thefe Lords again,
That having our fair order written down,
Both they and we, perufing o'er thefe notes,
May know wherefore we took the Sacrament;
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.

Sal. Upon our fides it never fhall be broken,
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we fwear
A voluntary zeal and un urg'd faith
To your proceedings; yet believe me, Prince,
I am not glad that fuch a Sore of time
Should feek a plaifter by contemn'd revolt;
And heal th' inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many. Oh, it grieves my foul,
That I must draw this metal from my fide
To be be a widow-maker: oh, and there,
Where honourable refcue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury.
But fuch is the infection of the time, -

7 at St. Edmondsbury.] I have ventur'd to fix the Place of the Scene here, which is specified by none of the Editors, on the following Authorities. In the preceding Act, where Salfbury has fixed to go over to the Dauphin, he fays;

Lords, I will meet him at St.
Edmondsbury.
And Count Melun, in this laft
Aết, fays;

and many more with me,

Upon the Altar at St. Edmondfbury;

Even on that Altar, where we

fwore to you

Dear Amity, and everlasting Love. And it appears likewife from the Troubl fome Reign of King John, in two parts (the first rough Model of this play) that the Interchange of Vows betwixt the Dauphin and the English Barons was at St. Edmondsbury. THEOBALD.

That,

That, for the health and phyfick of our Right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of ftern injustice, and confufed wrong.
And is't not pity, oh my grieved friends!
That we, the fons and children of this Ile,
Were born to fee fo fad an hour as this,
Wherein we step after a ftranger March
Upon her gentle bofoni, and fill up

Her enemies ranks? I muft withdraw and weep
Upon the Spot of this enforced cause

To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow unacquainted Colours here?

What, here?-O`nation, that thou couldst remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee unto a Pagan fhore!

Where these two chriftian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it fo un-neighbourly.

Lewis. A noble temper doft thou fhew in this;
And great affection, wrestling in thy bofom,
Doth make an earthquake of Nobility.
Oh, what a noble combat haft thou fought,
Between compulfion, and a brave refpects!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That filverly doth progrefs on thy cheeks.
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation:

But this effufion of fuch manly drops,
This fhow'r, blown up by tempeft of the foul,
Startles mines eyes, and makes me more amaz'd,
Than had I feen the vaulty top of heav'n

8 Between compulfion, and a brave refpet!] This com pulfion was the neceffity of a reformation in the ftate; which, according to Salisbury's opinion, (who, in his fpeech preceding,

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calls it an enforced caufe) could only be procured by foreign arms: And the brave refpe&t was the love of his country. Yet the Oxford Editor, for compulsion, reads compaion. WARBURTON.

Figur'd

Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this ftorm.
Commend thefe waters to those baby-eyes,
That never faw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune, other than at feasts,
Full-warm of blood, of mirth, of goffipping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thruft thy hand as deep
Into the purfe of rich profperity,

As Lewis himfelf; fo, Nobles, fhall you all,
That knit your finews to the ftrength of mine.

SCENE III.

Enter Pandulpho.

And even there, methinks, an angel fpake"!
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,
And on our actions fet the name of Right
With holy breath.

Pand. Hail, noble Prince of France!
The next is this: King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome; his fpirit is come in,
That fo ftood out against the holy Church,
The great Metropolis and See of Rome.
Therefore thy threatning Colours now wind up,
And tame the favage fpirit of wild war;
That, like a Lion fofter'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of
peace:
And be no further harmful than in fhew.

vance and concluding that he comes to animate and authorise him with the power of the church, he cries out, at the fight of this boly man, I am encouraged as by the voice of an angel.

Lewis. Your Grace fhall pardon me, I will not back: I am too high-born to be property'd,

To be a fecondary at controul;

Or feful ferving man, and instrument,

To any fovereign State throughout the world.
Your breath firit kindled the dead coal of war,
Between this chaftis'd Kingdom and myself;
And brought in matter, that should feed this fire.
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out,
With that fame weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of Right,
Acquainted me with int'reft to this Land;
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart:
And come ye now, to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

After young Arthur, claim this Land for mine:
And now it is half-conquer'd, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's flave? what penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition fent,
To under-prop this action? is't not I,
That undergo this charge? who elfe but I,
And fuch as to my Claim are liable,

Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these islanders fhout out,
Vive le Roy! as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this eafy match, play'd for a Crown?
And fhall I now give o'er the yielded Set?
No, on my foul, it never fhall be faid,

Pand. You look but on the outfide of this work.
Lewis, Outside or infide, I will not return,

Till my attempt fo much be glorify'd,
As to my ample hope was promifed,
Before I drew this gallant head of war;
And cull'd these fiery fpirits from the world,
To outlook Conqueft, and to win Renown

Ev'n

Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death.

[Trumpet founds.

What lufty trumpet thus doth fummon us?

SCENE IV.

Enter Faulconbridge.

Faule. According to the fair Play of the world, Let me have audience. I am fent to speak, My holy lord of Milain, from the King: 1 come to learn how you have dealt for him: And as you anfwer, I do know the scope And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-oppofite. And will not temporize with my entreaties : He flatly fays, he'll not lay down his arms.

Faule. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, The Youth fays well. Now hear our English King; For thus his Royalty doth fpeak in me : He is prepar'd; and reafon too he should. This apifh and unmannerly approach, This harness'd mafk, and unadvised revel, This unhair'd faucinefs and boyish troops, The King doth fmile at; and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish war, thefe pigmy arms, From out the circle of his Territories.

That hand which had the ftrength, ev'n at your door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;

* This unheard Sweinefs and boyish Troops, ] Thus the printed Copics in general; but nkcard is an Ephet of very hitle Force, or Meaning here; befides, let us oblerve how 'tis coupled. Faulenbridge is fneering at the Dauphin's Invafion, as an unadvis'd Enterprize, favouring of Youth and Indifcretion,

the Refult of Childishness and unthinking Rafhnefs and he feems altogether to dwell on this Character of it, by calling his Preparation boyib Troops, dwarf War, pigmy Arms, &c. which, according to my Emendation, fort very well with unkair'd, i. e. unbearded Sawcinefs.

THEOBALD

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