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Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Eli. Look’ft thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand.
Conft. Look to that, devil!" lest that France repent,
Aujt. King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
Auft. Well, ruffian, I muft pocket up these wrongs,
Faulo. Your breeches beft may carry them.
Lewis. Bethink you, father; for the difference
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.
Conft. Lewis, ftand fast; the devil tempts thee here(16) In likeness of a new and trimmed bride.
Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her faith: But from her need.
the devil-tempts thee here In likeness of a new untrimmed bride.] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, yet as untrimmed cannot bear any signification to square with the sense required, I cannot help thinking it a corrupted reading. It might, indeed, admit of this explanation, un. dress’d, ready to go to bed: but then that is giving in to an allufion too grofs for Lady Constance. I have ventur'd to throw out the nega. tive, and read;
In tikeness of a new and trimmed bride. i. e. of a new bride ; and one deck'd and adorn'd as well by art as
Or we might read ; but it depart3 a little wider from the traces of the text as we find it ;
In likeness of a new betrimmed brides But the first conjecture answers the sense and purpose of the speaker; and requires but a very light variation.
Conf. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which only lives but by the death of faith, That need muft needs infer this principle, That faith would live again by death of need : O, then tread down my need, and faith mounts up Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
K. John. The king is mov’d, and answers not to this. Conft. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Auft. Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Fault.Hang nothing but a calve's-kin, moft fweet lout. K. Philip. I am perplext, and know not what to say.
Pand. What can'ft thou say, but will perplex thee more, If thou stand excommunicate and curft ?
K. Philip. Good rev'rendfather, make my person yours; And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And the conjunction of our inward souls Marry'd in league, coupled and link'd together With all religious strength of facred vows :: The latest breath, that gave the found of words, Was deep-fworn faith, peace, amity, true love Between our kingdoms, and our royal felves. And ev'n before this truce, but new before, No longer than we well could wash our hands To clap this royal bargain up of peace, Heav'n knows, they were befmear'd and over-stain'd With flaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint The fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings. And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, So newly join'd in love so strong in both, Unyoke this seisure, and this kind regreet? Play fast and loose with faith? fo jeft with heav'n, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, As now again to fnatch our palm from palm ? Un-swear faith íworn, and on the marriage-bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoft, And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true fincerity ? O holy Sir, My reverend father, let it not be fo; Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order, and we fhall be bleft
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,
K. Philip. I may dif-join my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So mak'it, thou faith an enemy to faith; And, like a civil war, fet'st oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow Firít made to heav'n, first be to heav'n performid; That is, to be the champion of our church. What since thou swor'ft, is sworn against thyself; And may not be performed by thyself. For that, which thou haft sworn to do amiss, Is not amiss, when it is truly done : And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then moft done, not doing it. The better act of purposés miftook Is to mittake again"; tho' indirect, Yet indirection thereby grows direct, And falfhood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire, Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd. It is religion that doth make vews kept, But thou haft sworn againit religion : By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear'ft: And mak'st an oath the furety for thy truth, Against an oath the truth thou art unsure To swear, swear only not to be forsworn, Else what a mockery fhould it be to swear? But thou doit swear, only to be forsworn, And most forsworn, to keep what thou doft swear. Therefore thy latter vows, against thy first, Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.
And better conqueft never canit thou make,
Auft. Rebellion, Aat rebellion.
Faulc. Will't not be ?
Lewis. Father, to arms.
Blanch. Upon thy wedding-day?
Const. O, upon my knee,
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; what motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?
Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour !
Lewis. I mufe, your Majesty doth seem so cold,
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head ?
Is it, as he will? well then, France shall rue.
-Blanch. The sun's o'ercait with blood : fair day, adieu!
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
[Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd
with inflaming wrath,
K.Ph. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou shalt turs
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of battle. Alarms, Excursions : Enter Faulconbridge, with Auftria's
Faule. Now, bmory life, this day grows wond’reas
ir grows wondrous bot'; Some airy Devil hovers in the sky. ] I'have, by Mr. Warbure son's direction, ventur'd to lubstitute, fiery Devil. It is a very un. conclusive inference, sure, that, because it grew wond'sous hot, some airy Devil hovered in the sky. It is a fort of reasoning, that carrie's an air of ridicule ; unless we could determine, that the Poet meant no more by the epithet than to express the Sacred Text, in which the Devil is filed the Prince of the Air. VOL. III.