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Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths ; : To our fast-closed gates ; for, at this match,
Till their soul-learing clamours have brawl'd down With swister spleena than powder can enforce,
The finty ribs of this contemptuous city: The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

And give you entrance; but, without this match,
Even till unfenced desolation

The sea enraged is not half so deal,
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

Lions more confident, mountains and rocks
That done, dissever your united strengths, More free from motion; no, not death himself
And part your mingled colours once again ; In mortal fury half so peremptory,
Turn face to face, and bloody point to point : As we to keep this city.
Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth

Bast.

Here's a stay,
Out of one side her happy minion;

That shakes the rotten carcase of old death
To whom in favour she shall give the day, Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
And kiss him with a glorious victory.

That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ?
Smacks it not something of the policy

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
heads,

What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?
I like it well;--France, shall we knit our powers, He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and
And lay this Angiers even with the ground;

bounce;
Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? He gives the bastinado with his tongue ;

Bast. An ir thou hast the mettle of a king, Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his,
Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,- But buffets better than a fist of France :
Turn thou the mouth of thy'artillery,

Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words,
As we will ours, against these saucy walls: Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, Give with our niece a dowry large enough :
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
K. Phi. Let it be so:--Say, where will you Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
assault?

That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe
K. John. We from the west will send destruction The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.
Into the city's bosom.

I see a yielding in the looks of France;
Arst. I from the north.

Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their
A. Phi.
Our thunder from the south,

souls
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Are capable of this ambition :

Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south, Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: or soft petitions, pity, and remorse,

(Aside. Cool and congeal again to what it was.
I'll stir them to it:-Come, away, away! 1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties
i Cil. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town?
to stay,

K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been
And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league; forward first
Win you this city without stroke, or wound; To speak unto this city: What say you ?
Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely
That here come sacrifices for the field :
Persé ver not, but hear me, mighty kings. Can in this book of beauty read, I love,
K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:
to hear.

For Anjou, and sair Touraine, Maine, and Poictiers,
i Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady And all that we upon this side the sea
Blanch,

(Except this city now by us besieg'd,)
Is near to England Look upon the years Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Or Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid: Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
Ir lusty love should go in quest of beauty, In titles, honours, and promotions,
Where should be find it fairer than in Blanch? As she in beauty, education, blood,
If zealous' love should go in search of virtue, Holds hand with any princess of the world.
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? K. Phi. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,

face.
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,

A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, Is the young Dauphin every way complete :

The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
If not complete, O say, he is not she ;

Which, being but the shadow of your son,
And she again wants nothing, to name want, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow:
II want it be not, that she is not he:

I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
He is the hall part of a blessed man,

Till now infixed I beheld myself, Left to be finished by such a she;

Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. And sbe a fair divided excellence,

[Whispers icith Blanch. Whose lulness of perfection lies in him.

Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!-
0, two such silver currents, when they join, Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow-
Do glorify the banks that bound them in : And quarter'd in her heart!-he doth espy
And two such shores to two such streams made one, Himself love's traitor: This is pity now,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there
To these two princes, if you marry them.

should be,
This union shall do more than battery can, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine. (1) Pious. (2) Speed. (3) Picture. lir he see aught in you, that makes him like,

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That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, (That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commoI can with ease translate it to my will.;

dity, Or, if you will, (to speak more properly,) Commodity, the bias of the world; I will enforce it easily to my love.

The world, who of itself is peisedó well, Further I will not failer you, my lord,

Made to run even, upon even ground; That all I see in you is worthy love,

Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias, Than this,-that nothing do I see in you This sway of motion, this commodity, (Though 'churlishi thoughts themselves should be Makes it také head from all indifferency, your judge,)

Froin all direction, purpose, course, intent: That I can find should merit any hate.,

And this same bias, this commodity, K. John. What say these young ones? What This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, say you, my niece?

Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, Blanch. That'she is bound in honour still to do Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say. From a resolv'd and honourable war, K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin;

can you to a most base and vile-concluded peace.
love ihis lady?

And why rail 1 on this commodity ?
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love, But for because he hath not woo'd me yet :
For I do love her most unseignedly.

Not that I have the power to clutch' my hand, K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, When his fair angelse would salute my palm: Maine,

But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. With her to thee; and this addition more, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.- And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich; Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, And being rich, my virtue then shall be, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. To say,-There is no vice, but beggary: K. Phi. It likes us well ; - Young princes, close Since kings break faith upon commodity, your hands.

Gain, be my lord ! for I will worship thee! (Exit. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assurd, That I did so, when I was first assur'd.'

K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made;

ACT III. For at saint Mary's chap 1, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.- !SCENE I.-- The sanie. The French king's lent. Is not the lady Constance in this troop ?

** Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. I know, she is not; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much :- Const. Gone to be married ! gone to swear a Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows.

peace! Lew. She is sad and passionate? at your high- False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be ness' tent,

friends! K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that'we Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those prohave made,

vinces? Will give her sadness very little cure.

It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Brother of England, how may we content Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : This widow lady? In her right we came; It cannot be ; thou dost but say, 'tis so : Which we, God knows, have turned another way, I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word To our own vantage."

Is but the vain breath of a common man: K. John.

We will heal up all : Believe me, I do not believe thce, man; For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, I have a king's oath to the contrary. And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town Thou shall be punish'd for thus frighting me, We make him lord of.--Call the lady Constance; For I am sick, and capable of fears ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair

Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; To our solemnity :-I trust we shall,

A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ; If not fill up the measure of her will,

A woman, naturally born to fears ; Yet in some measure satisfy her so,

And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, That we shall stop her exclamation.

With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,

But they will quake and tremble all this day. To this unlook'd for, unprepared pomp.

What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? [Exeunt all but the Bastard.-The Citizens Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? relire from the walls.

What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Bast. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition! Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,

Like a proud river peering' o'er his bounds ? Hath willingly departed with a part:

Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As God's own soldier,) rounded“ in the ear Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil ; That give you cause to prove my saying true. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;

Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids ;- And let belief and life encounter so, Who having no external thing to lose

As doth the fury of two desperate men, But the word maid, -cheats the poor maid of that;Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die. Affianced. (2) Mournful. (3) Advantage (6) Poised, balanced.

(7) Clasp. (5) Interest.

(8) Coin. (9) Susceptible. (10) Appearing.

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Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art.thou?! K. Phi, By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause France friend with England! what becomes of To curse the fair proceedings of this day: me?

Have I not pawnd to you my majesty ?
Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit;
This news hath made thee a most ugly man, Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, tried,
But spoke the harm that is by others done? Proves valueless: You are forsworn, forsworn;

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: .! Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. The grappling vigour and rough srown of war, Const. If thou, thai bid'st me be content, wert Is cold in amily and painted peace, grim,

And our oppression hath made up this league :Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjurid Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless! stains,

kings! Lame, foolish, crooked, 'swart, prodigious, A widow cries; be husband to me,

heavens! Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Let not the hours of this ungodly day I would not care, I then would be content; Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings ! Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Hear me, O, hear me ! But thou art fair ; and at thy birth, dear boy! Aust.

Lady Constance, peace. Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a of nature's gists thou may'st with lilies boast,

war. And with the half-blown rose; but fortune, 0!: O Lymoges!' 0 Austria ! thou dost shame She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thce; Thai bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;

coward ; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France Thou little valiant, great in villany! To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight France is a bawd to fortune, and king John ; But when her humorous ladyship is by. That strumpet fortune, that usurping John. To teach thee salety! thou art perjur'd too, Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words; or get thce gone,

Atrampilig Foop to brag, and stanip, and swear, And leave those woes alone, which I alone Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Am bound to under-bear.

Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Sal.

Pardon me, madam, Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend I may not go without you to the kings.

Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Const. Thou may'sl, thou shall, I will not go with And dosi thou now fall over to my foes ? thee:

Thou wear a lion's hide! dofis it for shame, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;

And hang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs. For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. Ausl. O, that a man should speak those words To me, and to the state of my great grics,

to me! Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant That no supporter but the huge firm earth

limbs. Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;

Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant (She throws herself on the ground. limbs.

K. John. We like 'not this ; thou dost forget Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch,

thyself. Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and attendants. K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this bless

Enler Pandulph. ed day,

K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Ever in France shall be kept festival:

Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven To solemnize this day, the glorious sun

To thee, king Sohn, my holy errand is. Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, And from pope Innocent the legate here, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold : Do, in his name, religiously demand, The yearly course, that brings this day about, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, Shall never see it but a holyday.

So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! Keep Stephen Langlon, chosen archbishop

(Rising. or Canterbury, from that holy see ? What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done; This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name, That it in golden letters should be set,

Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. Among the high tides,“ in the kalendar ?

K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories, Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; Can task the free breath of a sacred king? This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England, But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; Add thus much more,—That no Italian priest No bargains break, that are not this day made : Shall tilhe or toll in our dominions ; This day all things begun come to ill end; But as we under heaven are supreme head; Yea, faith ilsell to hollow falsehood change! So, under him, that great supremacy, (1) Unsightly. (2) Portentous. (3) Seated in state. (4) Solemn' seasons.

(5) Do oft. 1,

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Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, That need must needs infer this principle,
Without the assistance of a mortal hand : That faith would live again by death of need;
So tell the pope ; all reverence set apart, o, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;
To him, and his usurp'd authority.

Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not
this.

to this. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of Const.

O, be remov'd from him, and answer well.
Christendom,

Ausl. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in doubt.
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, Bast. Hang nothing but a call's-skin, most sweet
Dreading the curse that money may buy out;

lout, And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,

K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,

Pand. What can’st thou say, but will perplex
Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself:

thee more,
Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, Ir thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ?
This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person
Yet 1, alone, alone do me oppose

yours,
Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. And tell me, how you would bestow yourself.

Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate: And the conjunction of our inward souls
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt

Married in league, coupled and link'd together
From his allegiance to a heretic;

With all religious strength of sacred vows;
And meritorious shall that hand be calla; The latest breath that gave the sound of words,
Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,

Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
That takes away by any secret course

Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; Thy hateful life.

And even before this truce, but new before, -
Const.
0, lawful let it be,

No longer than we well could wash our hands,
That I have room with Rome to curse á while ! To clap this royal bargain up of peace,-
Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen,

Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over-
To my keen curses ; for, without my wrong,

stain'd There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my The fearful difference of incensed kings:

And shall these hands, so lately purgid of blood, Const. And for mine too; when law can do no So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, right,

Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ??
Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong:

Play fast and loose with faith ? so jest with heaven,
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here ; Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law: As now again to snatch our palm from palm;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, Unswear Iaith sworn; and on the marriage bed
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? of smiling peace to march a bloody host,

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, And make a riot on the gentle brow
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;

or true sincerity ? O holy sir, And raise the power of France upon his head, My reverend father, let ii not be so: Unless he do submit himself to Rome.

Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd thy hand.

To do your pleasure, and continue friends. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, repent,

Save what is opposite to England's love.
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul. Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church!

Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,
Bast. And hang a call's-skin on his recreant A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
limbs.

France, thou may’st hold a serpent by the tongue,
Aust. Well, rulfan, I must pocket up these A cased lion by the mortal paw,
wrongs,

A fasting liger safer by the tooth, Because

Than keep in peace that hand whích thou dost hold. Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the car.

Pand. So mak'st ihou faith an enemy to faith;
dinal ?

And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath,
Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal? Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow

Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd;
Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, That is, to be the champion of our church !
Or the light loss of England for a friend : What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thyself,
Forego the easier.

And may not be performed by thyself:
Blanch.

That's the curse of Rome. For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts Is not amiss when it is truly done; thee here,

And being not done, where doing tends to ill, In likeness of a new untrimmed' bride.

The truth is then most done not doing it : Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from The better act of purposes mistook her faith,

Is, to mistake again; though indirect,
But from her need.

Yet indirection thereby grows direct,
Const,
O, if thou grant my need,

And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire,
Which only lives but by the death of faith,

Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd.

It is religion, that doth make vows kept; (1) When unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.' Thomson's Autumn, 206

(2) Exchange of salutation.

up :

But thou hast sworn against religion ;

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou A rage, whose heat hath this condition, swear'st;

That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou To swear, swear only not to be forsworn;

shalt turn Else, what a mockery should it be to swear! To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire : But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. K. John. No more than he that threats.-To Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,

arms let's hie !

(Exeunt. Is in thyself rebellion to thyself: And better conquest never canst thou make,

SCENE II.-The same. Plains near Angiers. Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts

Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with

Austria's head. Against those giddy loose suggestions : Upon which better part our prayers come in, Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wonIi'thou vouchsale them; but, if not, then know,

drous hot;. The peril of our curses light on thee;

Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there;
But, in despair, die under their black weight.

While Philip breathes.
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !
Bast.

Will't not be ?

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.
Will not a call's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, make

Lew. Father, to arms !
Blanch.

Upon thy wedding day ? My mother is assailed in our tent,
Against the blood that thou hast married ? And ta’en, I sear.
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men ?

Bast.

My lord, I rescu'd her ;
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,- Her highness is in sa lety, fear you not ;
Clamours of hell-be measures' to our pomp? But on, my liege: for very little pains
O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new

Will bring this labour to a happy end. (Ereunla
Is husband in my mouth !--even for that name, SCENE III.-The same.
Which :ill this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,

Alarums; Excuse

sions ; Retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Against mine uncle.

Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Const. 0, upon my knee,

K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,

behind,

(To Elinor. Thou virtuous dauphin, alter not the doom So strongly guarded.--Cousin, look noi sad: Fore-thought by heaven.

[To Arthur. Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; What motive Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will may

As dear be to thee as thy father was. Be stronger with thee than the name of wife ? Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. Const. That which upholdeth him that thee K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard.) away for upholds,

England; haste before :
His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags

Lew. I muse, 2 your majesty doth seem so cold, of hoarding abbots : angels* imprisoned
When such profound respects do pull you on. Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace

Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
K. Phi. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall Use our commission in his utmost force.
from thee.

Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!

back, Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! When gold and silver becks me to come on. K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray this hour.

(If ever I remember to be holy) Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton For your fair safety ; so I kiss your hand. time,

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin. Is it as he will ? well then, France shall rue.

K. John.

Coz, farewell. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair

(Erit Bastard. day, adieu !

Eli. Come hither, lit:le kinsman; hark, a word. Which is the side that I must go withal ?

[She takes Arthur aside. I am with both : each army hath a hand;

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle And, in their rage, I having hold of both,

Hubert, They whirl asunder, and dismember me. We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win ; There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose ; And with advantage means to pay thy love: Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ; And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose ;

Give me thy hand. 'I had a thing to say, Assured loss, before the match be play'd. But I will fit it with some better time.

Lero. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my To say what good respect I have of thee. life dies.

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance to- K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say gether.

(Exit Bastard. so yet : (1) Music for dancing.' (2) Wonder.

(3) Force.

(4) Gold coin.

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