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Some fiery devil hovers in the sky,
And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there...
Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow,
And offerd Austria's blood for sacrifice
Unto his father's ever-living soul.

Enter King John, Arthúr, and Hubert.
K.John. There, Hubert,keep this boy.Richard, makeup
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

Faulc. My Lord, I resca'd her: Her Highness is in safety, fear you not. But on, my Liege; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt. Alarms, Excursions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor,

Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fall it be ; your Grace hall stay behind So strongly guarded : Cousin, look not fad, [To Arthur,

Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will As dear be to thee, as thy father was,

Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief... K. Jolin. Cousin, away for England; halte before,

(To Faulc. And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots; their imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of Peace (18) Must by the hungry ívar be fed upon. Use our commission in its utmost force,

Fauk. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back When gold and silver beck me to come on. I leave your Highness : Grandam, I will pray, ,


the fat ribs of Peace Muft by the hungry now be fed upon.] This word, now seems a very idle term here, and conveys no satisfactory idea. An Antithefis, and opposition of terms, fo perpetual with our Author, requires;

Must by the bungry war be fed upon. War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically said to be bungry,, and prey on the wealth and fat of Peace. Mr. Warburton.

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(If ever I remember to be holy)
for your fair safety ; fo I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewel, my gentle cousin.
K. John. Çoz, farewel.

Exit Paulo
Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; -hark, a word.

[Taking him to one side of the Stage
K. John. {to Hubert on the other fide.]
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of Aeth
There is a foul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love :
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing to say-
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hxbiri, I'm almoft alham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.

K.John:Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so yer,
But thou flralt have-and creep time ne'er to flow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say--but, let it go :
The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too' wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience. If the midnight bell (19)

Did (19) If the midnight bell

Did with bis iron torigue, and braken mouchy

Sound on into the drowzy race of night ;] I do not think, that
found on gives here that idea of folemnity and horror, which, 'tis
plain, our Poet intended to impress by this fine description; and
which my emendation conveys. i. e. If it were the ftill part of the
night, or one of the clock in the morning, when the sound of the belt
Atrikes upon the ear with nyolt awe and terror. And it is very usual
with our Shakespeare in other pallages to express the horror of a
midnight bell.
So, in Orbello;
Silence that dreadful bell, it frights th: ine.

what's the business,
That such an bideous trumpet calls to parley
The seepers of the house ?




Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one anto the drowly race of night';
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffeffed with a thoufand wrongs ;
Or if that surly spirit melancholy
Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick,
Which else runs tickling up and down the vein's,
Making that ideot laughter keep mens eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment;
(A passion hateful to my purposes).
Or if that thou could't see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts :
But ah, I will not-yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Tho' that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heav'n, I'd do't.

K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what, my friend :
He is a very serpent in my way,
And, whereroe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your Majesty.

K. Jobn. Death.
Hub. My Lord ?
K. Jobn. A grave.
Hub. He fhall not live.

K. John. Enough.
And sometimes, for the more folemnity, he is used to add the cir-
oumstance of the particular hour.
The iron tongue of midnight hath toll’d twelve.

Midsum. Night's Dream. The bell then beating one.


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I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
Remember: Madam, fare



[Returning to the Queen I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!

K. John. For England, coufin, go.
Hubert shall be your man, t'attend on you
With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho! [Exeunta.

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SCENE changes to the French Court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendants K. Philip. So .

by a roaring tempeft on the flood,

A whole Armado of collected fail
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship..

Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well..
K.Philip. What can go well, when we have run foills
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers loft ?
Arthur ta'en pris'ner ? divers dear friends ftain ?:
And bloody. England into England gone,
O'er-bearing interruption, fpite of France ?

Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd ::
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd
Such temp'rate order in fo fierce a cause,
Doth want example; who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?

K.Pbil. Wellcould I bear that England had this praise,
So we could find some pattern of our name

Enter Constance.
book, who comes here: a grave unto a soul,. ?
Holding th' eternal fpirit 'gainst her will
In the vile prison of aflicted breath;
I pr’ythee, Lady, go away with me..
Çonft, Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace.
K.Ph.Patience,good Lady; comfort, gentle Constance:
Conft. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,


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But that, which ends all counsel, true redress
Death, death ; oh amiable, lovely death!
Thou odoriferous stench, found rottenness,
Arise forth from thy couch of lafting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones;

put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy houshold worms;
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
And be a carrion monster, like thyself ;
Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'it,
And kiss thee as thy wife; misery's love,
Q come to me!

K. Philip. O fair affli&ion, peace.

Conft. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth,
Then with a paffion I would shake the worid,
And rouze from sleep that fell anatomy,
Which cannot hear a Lady's feeble voice,
And scorns a modern invocation. (20)

Pand. Lady, your utrer madness, and not sorrow.

Conft. Thou art not holy to belye me so s
I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine ;
My name is Constance, I was Geffrey's wife:
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost !
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were !
For then, 'tis like, I should forget myself.
Oh, if I could, what grief thould I forget
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, Cardinal.
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason

(20) And fcorns a modest invocation.] So Mr. Pope: but I have thought fit to restore the reading of the old Copies. 'Tis certain, our Author employs this word, modern; in a great many places, very cramply. But we shall always understand him, if we but carry this remark with us; that he generally uses it in the fignification of trifting, infignificant, not weigbry, of [mail moment, &c. Thus his sense will be always clear to us; as it were, metaphorically, from those, who. dle pile modern things, and prefer the ancient to them,


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