Be by fome certain King purg'd and depos'd. Kings, And ftand fecurely on their battlements, you, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend I'd play inceffantly upon these jades ; Even till unfenced defolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. To whom in favour fhe fhall give the day, K. John. Now by the sky, that hangs above our I like it well. France, fhall we knit our Pow'rs, Make Make work upon ourselves for heav'n or hell. Auft. I from the north. K. Philip. Our thunder from the fouth Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Faulc. O prudent difcipline! from North to South; Auftria and France fhoot in each other's mouth. I'll ftir them to it; come, away, away! Cit. Hear us, great Kings; vouchfafe a while to stay, And I fhall fhew you peace, and fair-fac'd league; K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to Git. That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch, Is the young Dauphin every way compleat: Whofe Whofe fulness of perfection lies in him. And two fuch fhores, to two fuch streams made one, Lions fo confident, mountains and rocks So free from motion; no, not death himself As we to keep this City. Faulc. Here's a ftay, That shakes the rotten carcafs of old Death Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed, That fpits forth death, and mountains, rocks and feas; Talks as familiarly of roaring Lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs. What Cannoneer begot this lufty blood? He speaks plain cannon-fire, and fmoak and bounce, Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match, Give with our Neice a dowry large enough; For by this knot thou fhalt fo furely tie Thy now unfur'd affurance to the Crown, Mark, how they whifper; urge them, while their fouls Are Are capable of this ambition; Left zeal now melted by the windy breath Cit. Why anfwer not the double Majefties K. Philip. Speak, England, firft, that hath been To speak unto this City: what fay you? K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy Princely fon, Can in this book of beauty read, I love; Her dowry fhall weigh equal with a Queen. For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, And all that we upon this fide the sea, Except this City now by us befieg'd, Find liable to our Crown and Dignity, Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich In titles, honours, and promotions; As the in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any Princess of the world. K. Philip. What fay'ft thou, boy? look in the lady's Lewis. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find Till now, infixed, I beheld myself, Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye. [Whispering with Blanch. Faulc. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye! 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 fhould be, In fuch a Love, fo vile a lout as he. Blanch. Blanch. My uncle's will in this refpect is mine. If he fee aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he fees, 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 flatter you, my lord, That all I fee in you is worthy love, Than this; that nothing do I fee in you, (Though churlish thoughts themselves fhould be your judge) That I can find fhould merit any hate. K. John. What fay these young Ones what fay you, Blanch. That fhe is bound in Honour' ftill to do K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love Lewis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love; K. John. Then do I give Volqueffen, Touraine, Maine, K. Philip. It likes us well; young Princes, clofe Auft. And your lips too; for, I am well affur'd, K. Philip. Now, Citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, The Rights of Marriage fhall be folemniz'd. Where |