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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 offer'd Austria's blood for facrifice Unto his father's ever-living foul.

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. Jon. There, Hubert, keep this boy.Richard, make up; My mother is affailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear.

Faulo. 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 : Coufin, 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; hafte before,

[70 Faulc. And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots; their imprisoned angels, Set thoa at liberty : the fat ribs of Peace (18) Must by the hungry svar be fed upon. Use our commiffion 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,

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the fat ribs of Peace Must 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, so perpetual with our Author, requires;

Muft by the bungry war be fed upon. War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically said to be bungry,, 2ed to prey on the wealth and fat of Peace. Mr. Warburton.

K. John.

(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 hicher, little kinsman ;--hark, a word.

[T'aking him to one fide of the Stage:

{to Hubert on the other fide.]
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of Aelk
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 bofom, dearly cherithed.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing to say-
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubèrı, I'm almost alham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.

K.John:Good friend, thou hast no cause to say fo yet, But thou fralt have-and creep time ne'er fó 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 brazen mouth

Sound on into the drowzy race of nigbt;] I do not think, that fourd on gives here that idea of solemnity and horror, which, 'tia plain, our Poet intended to impress by this fi'ne description; and which my emendation conveys. ise. If it were the still part of the night, or one of the clock in the morning, when the sound of the belt Itrikes upon the ear with nyolt awe and terror. And it is very usual with our Shakespeare in other pallages to express the horros of a midnight bell. So, in Orbello; Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the ine.

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

Macbeth.

Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one onto the drowly race of night';
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffefled svith a thoofand 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 veins,
Making that ideot laughter keep mens eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment;
(A paffion hateful to my purposes)
Or if that thou could'it fee me without

eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful found 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'it 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 fo,
That he shall not offend your Majesty.

K. John. Death,
Hub. My Lord ?
K. Fobn. A grave.
Hub. He fhall not live.

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

Midlum. Night's Dream. The bell then beating ona

Hamlet.

I could be merry now.

Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee :
Remember: Madam, fare

you

well,

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

Eli. My blessing go with thee!

K. John. For England, cousin, go.
Hubert Mall be your man, t'attend on you
With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho! (Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to the French Court.
Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendants
K. Philip.Co, 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 so ill.F
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers loft?
Arthur ta'en pris'ner : divers dear friends fiain?:
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 hach-read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?

K.Phil. Wellcould I bear that England had this praises,
So we could find some pattern of our shame,

Enter Constance..
book, who comes here. a grave unto a soul,
Holding th' eternal spirit 'gainst her will
In the vile prison of afli&ted 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 Constances
Conjt. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,

But

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But that, which ends all counsel, true redress
Death, death; oh amiable, lovely death!
Thou odoriferous fench, found rottenness,
Arife forth from thy couch of lafting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy housmold worms;
And top this gap of breath with fulsome duft,
And be a carrion monster, like thyself ;-
Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'ft,
And kiss thee as thy wife ; misery's love,
O come to me!

K. Philip. O fair affliion, 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 take 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 utter madness, and not sorrow.

Conft. Thou art not holy to belye me so ;
I am not mad; this hair I cear is mine ;
My name is Constance, I was Geffrey's wife:
Young Arthur is my son, and he is loft!
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 1:
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 scorns a modeft 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 that he generally uses it in the signification of trifling, infignificant, not weigbry; of small moment, &c. Thus his sense will be always clear to us; as it were, metaphorically, from those, who. despite modern things, and prefer the ancient to them,

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