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Teach thou this forrow how to make me die za
And let belief and life encounter so,
As doth the fury of two desp'rate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall and die..
Lewis wed Blanch! O 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?

Conf. Which harm within itse!f io heinous is, . As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

Arth. I do beseech you, mother, be content.

Conft. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grims.
Ugly, and fland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and fightless, ftains,
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 ft with lillies boaft,
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, oh!
She is corrupted, chang'd, and, won from thee,
Adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;
And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France.
T:o tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his Majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune, and to John,
That Itrumpet Fortune, that usurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France fortworn pr.
Envenom him with words ;, or get thee gone,
And leave these woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to under-beare

Sal. Pardon me, Madam,
I may not go without you to the Kings.

Conf. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with thee... I will inftruct my sorrows to be proud ;


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For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let Kings assemble : for my grief's so great...
That no supportçr but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: Here I and Sorrow fit:
Here is my throne, bid Kings come bow to it. (13)

[Sits down on the Floor.. Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,



bid fings come bow to it.] I must here account for the liberty I have taken to make a criange in the division of the second, and third afts. In the old editions, the second aft was made to end here; tho' 'tis evident, Lady Confiance here, in her despair, seats herself oñ the floor: and he must be supposed, as I formerly observ'd, . immediately to rise again, only to go off and end the act decently; or the flat scene must shut her in from the fight of the Audience, an absurdity I can not wish to accuse Shakespeare of. Mr. Gildon and some. other criticks fancied, that a considerable part of the second act was. loft; and that the chasm began her, I had joined in this suspicion, of a scene or two being lost; and unwittingly drew Mr. Pope into this

It seems to be jo, says he, and it were to be wished ibe restorer. (meaning me,) could supply it," To deserve this great man's thanks, Till venture at the talk; and hope to convince my readers, that nothing js loft, but that I have supplied the suspected charm, cnly by reetifying the division of the aels. Upon locking a little more narrowly. into the constitution of the play, I am satisfied that the third a&t ought to begin with that scene, which has hitherto been accounted the last of the second act: and my reasons for it are these. The match being concluded, in the scene before that, bet wixt the Deuphin and Blanch, a messenger is sent for Lady Constance to King Pbilip's tent, for her to come to St. Mary's church to the folemnity. The Princes all go out, as to the marriage; and the bastard, fiaying a little behind, to descant on intereft and commodity, very properly ends the act. The next scene then, in tbe French King's tent, brings us Salisbury delivering his mesiage to Confiance, who, refusing to go to the folemnity, sets. herself down on the floor. The whole train returning from the church :o the French King's pavilion, Philip expresses such fatisfaction on oc-. casion of the happy folemnity of that day; that Confarce rises from the Hoor, and joins in the scene by entering her protest against their joy, and cuising the business of the day. Thus, I conceive, the scenes are fairly continued; and there is no chasm in the act on: but a proper interval made both for Salisbury's coming to Lady Constance, and for the folemnization of the marriage. Besides, as Faulcorbridge is. evidently the Poet's favourite character; 'twas very well judg’d fa, close the act with his Soliloquy..


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 fplendour of his precious eye The meagre cloddy earth to glitt'ring gold. The yearly course, that brings this day, about, Shall never see it, but a holy-day.

Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day:-[Risinga. What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it done, That it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides in the kalendar Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, This day of shame, oppreffion, perjury: Or, if it muft stand still, let wives with child Pray, that their burdens may not fall: this day Left that their hopes prodigiously be erost : But, on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; No bargains break, that are not this day made.; This day, all things begun come to ill end, Yea, faith itself to hollow falfhood change !

K. Philip. By heaven, Lady, you shall have no cause
To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Have I not pawn'd to you my Majesty ?

Conft. You have beguild me with a counterfeita
Resembling Majefty, which, touch'd and try'd,
Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn..
You came in arms to spill my enemies blood,
But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours.
The grapling, vigour, and rough frown of war,,
Is cold in amity and painted peace,
And our oppression hath made up this league :
Arm, arm, ye Heavn’s, against these perjur'a Kings
A widow cries, be husband to me, Heav'n.!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but ere. Sun-set,


Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd Kings.
Hear me, oh, hear me!

Auft. Lady Constance, peace.

Cont. Wür, war, no peace ; peace is to me a war : O Lymoges, O Auftria ! thou do lame That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Thou little valiant, great in villainy ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ; Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous Ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, And footh'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool, to brag, to stamp, and swear, Upon my party ; thou cold blooded llave, Halt thou not fpoke like thunder on my fidei Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy ftrength?

nd doft thou now fall over to my foes Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for thame, And hang a calve's skin on those recreant limbs.

Auft. >, that a man would speak those words to me! Faulc. And hang a calve's skin on those recreant

limbs. Auft. Thou dar's not fay so, villain, for thy life. Faulc. And hang a caive's skin on those recreant

limbs. Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's

fall (14) Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.


(14) Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Richard's fall) These 12 subsequent lines Mr. Pope first inserted from the old fketch of this play, call’d, The troublesome Reign of King John, in Two Parts As the Verses are not bad, I have not casheer'd them ; tho' I do not conceive them so absolutely effential to clearing up any circumstance of the action, as Mr. Pope seems to imagine. What was the ground of this quarrel of the Bafrard to Austria (says that Gentleman) is no where specified in the present play; nor is ibere in this place, or the scene where it is first binted at, (nantely, the 2d of Act 2) the leaf mention of any reason for it. This is

's aftertion; but let us examine, how well, it is grounded. In the veryo

Without th'affiftance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all rev’rence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.

K. Philip. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this.

K. John Tho' you, and all the Kings of Christendom
Are led lo grofly by this medling priest,
Dreading the curse, that money may buy out;
And by the merit of vile gold, drofs, dust,
Purchate corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that fale fells pardon from himself:
Tho' you, and all the rest, so grofly led,
This jugling witch-craft with revenue cherish;
Yet I alone, alone, do me oppose
Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.

Pand. Then by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand curft, and excommunicate ;
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretick;
And meretorious shall that hand be callid,
Canonized, and worship'd as a saint

That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

Conf. O, lawful let it be, (15)
That I have room with Rome to curse a whilea
Good father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,

keen curses; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.

Pand. There's law, and warrant, Lady, for my curse.

Conft. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:

(15) 0, lawful let it be,

That I have leave with Rome 19 curse a while;] Mr. Pope, in the nicety of his ear, has, against the authority of alt the copies, displaced a jingle here; (which I have made bold to. restore to the text,) cho' it is obvious to every knowing reader, how customary it is with our Poet, in a thousand instances, to play on words similar in sound, and differing in fignification. He repeats the very fame conundrum on the two words now before us, in Julius Ca far.

Now is it Rome indeed ; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.


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