I know, she is not; for this match, made up,
Her presence would have interrupted much :-
Where is she and her son ; tell me, who knows?

Lewis. She is sad and passionate at your highness' tent.
K. Pbil. And, by my faith, this league, that we have

made,
Will give her sadness very little cure.-
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow lady? In her right we came;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another

way, To our own vantage.

K. John. We will heal up all :
For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne,
And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town
We make him lord of.-Call the lady Constance ;
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our folemnity :- I trust we shall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yer in some measure satisfy her fo,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as hafte will suffer us,
To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.

[Exeunt all but Faulconbridge.
Faulc. Mad world! mad kings ! mad composition !
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part :
And France, (whose armour conscience buckled on;
Whom zeal and charity brought to the field,
As God's own soldier) 'rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that sy devil ;
That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith ;
That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,
Mad]--Strange, absurd.

departed with]-relinquished. rounded ]-whispered.

Of

Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
(Who having no external thing to lose
But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that)
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,--
* Commodity, the bias of the world ;
The world, who of itself is ' peised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
'Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own-determin'd aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile concluded

peace.
And why rail I on this commodity ?
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet :
Not that I have the power to ® clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would falute my palm ;
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say, there is no sin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say,—there is no vice, but beggary :
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord; for I will worship thee! [Exit.
Commodity) ---Self-intereft. “ I will turn diseases to commodity."

HENRY IV. Part II. Ad I. S. 2. Fal. peised ]-poised.

8 clutch]-clench, fhut it faft. > bis fair angels.]mcoin.

But for]—But because.

ACT

ACT III.

SCENE 1.

The French King's Pavilion. Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. Conft. Gone to be marry'd ! gone to swear a peace ! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those provinces ? It is not so; thou hast mis-spoke, mis-heard ; Be well adyis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be; thou doft but say, 'tis 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 ; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ; A woman, naturally born to fears : And though 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 dost 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 signs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Sal.

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true.

Conft. Oh, if thoù teach me to believe this forrow, Teach thou this forrow how to make me die; And let belief and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two desperate men, Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.Lewis marry Blanch! Oh, boy, then where art thou ? France friend with England ! what becomes of me?Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy fight; 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?

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

Artb. I do beseech you, madam, be content.'

Conft. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim, Ugly, and Nand'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots, 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; She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, * fightless]-unseemly.

swart, prodigious,] swarthy, of a dark complexion- deformed as to be deemed an evil omen, portentous.

And

And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to fortune, and king John;
That strumpet fortune, that usurping John :-
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone,
And leave those woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.

Sal. Pardon me, madam,
I may not go without you to the kings.

Conft. Thou may'st, thou shale, I will not go with thee:
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 fit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

[Throws berself on the ground. Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,

Faulconbridge, and Austria. K. Phil. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day Ever in France shall be kept festival : To solemnize this day, the glorious sun Stays in his course, and plays the alchymist; Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,

floop.-In Much'ado about Nothing, the father of Hero, depressed by her disgrace, declares himself so subdued by grief that a thread mag lead bim. How is it that grief in Leonato and lady Confiance produces effects directly opposite, and yet both agreeable to nature ? Sorrow softens the mind while it is yet warmed by hope, but hardens it when it is congealed by despair. Distress, while there remains any prospect of relief, is weak and flexible, but when no succour remains, is fearless and Itubborn; angry alike at those that injure, and at those that do not help; careless to please where nothing can be gained, and fearless to offend when there is nothing further to be dreaded. Such was this writer's knowledge of the passions, * Forrea's.

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