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

Auft. Lady Constance, peace.

Const. War, war, no peace; peace is to me a war:
O Lymoges, O Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody Spoil: thou slave,thou wretch, thou coward,
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side;
Thou Fortune's Champion, that dost never fight
But when her humourous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,
And sooth'st up Greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, to stamp, and swear,
Upon my Party; thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my fide?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy Itrength?
And doft thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a Lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calve’s-skin on those recreant limbs.

Auft. O, that a man would speak those words to me!
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on those recreant limbs.
Aust. Thou dar'st not say so, villain, for thy life.
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on those recreant limbs.
Auft. Methinks, that Richard's Pride and Richard's

Fall (14)


(14) Aust. Methinks, that Richard's Pride and Richard's Fall] These 12 subsequent Lines Mr. Pope first inserted from the Old Sketch of this Play, callid, The troublesom Reign of K. John, in 2 Parts. As the Verses are not bad, I have not casheer'd them ; tho’ I do not conceive them so absolutely essential to clearing up any Circumstance of the Action, as Mr. Pope seems to imagine. What was the Ground of this Quarrel of the Bastard to Austria (lays that Gentleman,) is no where specified in the prefent Play; nor is there in this place, or the Scene where it is firsi binted at, (namely, the 2d of Act 2) the leaft Mention of any Reason for it. This is the Editor's Affertion; but let us examine, how well it is grounded. In the very Beginning of the ad Ad, the Dauphin, speaking of Austria to young Arthur, says;

Richard, tkat robb d. the Lyon of his heart,

And fought the holy Wars in Palestine,
By this brape Duke çame early to his Grave,


Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.
Faulc. What words are these? how do my finews

My Father's foe clad in my father's Spoil!
How doth Alecto whisper in my cars,
4. Delay not, Richard, kill the villain strait;
« Difrobe him of the matchless monument,
To which Arthur replies;

1 God shall forgive you Cæeur-de-lion's Death,

The rather, that you give his Offspring Life; Is not this a sufficient Ground for Faulconbridge's Quarrel to Austria ? It may be objected, Faulconbridge is not present to hear this. But, what if he be not? So the Audience be inform'd duely of the Circumstance, the Fact was too notorious to suppose Faulconbridge did not know of it. The Ground of his Quarrel, therefore, is fairly implied in that Knowledge: And the Poet's Art, perhaps, better shewn, (if we were to contend that Point,) to let the Information come from any other Mouth than That of Faulconbridge. But then to a second material Point. The Story is, (subjoins the Editor,) that Austria, who killd K. Richard Cour-de-lion, wore, as the Spoil of that Prince, a Lion's Hide which had belong'd to him: This Circumstance renders the Anger of the Bastard very natural: and ought not to have been omitted. But is it omitted? Or, else, 'tis but begging the Question. In the 3d At, when Lady Constance perceives that Austria has abandon'd her Interest, She says to him ;

Lymoges! O Auftria! thou doft Mame
That bloody Spoil.
Thou wear a Lion's hide ! doff it, for shame ;

And hang a Calf's Skin on those recreant Limbs.
Now Faulconbridge is present here, and sees Austria thus habited. But
before, in the 2d Aa, where Faulconbridge begins to quarrel with Au-
Atria, let us attend to their Dialogue.

Auft. What the Devil art Thou?
Faulc. One, that will play the Devil, Sir, with you,
An' be


Hide and You alone,
You are the Hare, of whom the Proverb goes,
Whose Valour plucks dead Lions by the Beard,

I'll smoak your Skin-Coat, an' I catch you right; But may it not here again be objected, that though Faulconbridge faw Auftria clad in a Lion's Hide; yet he might not know it to be the very Hide, which was worn by K. Richard his Father? But to put that Point out of all Doubt, let us only hear what Lady Blanch immediately replies;

O, well did He become that Lion's Hide,

That did disrobe the Lion of that Robe. I submit it therefore, whether these Lines have not been inserted, rather arbitrarily, than necessarily. Upon the whole, as Mr. Pope has gencrally been unfortunate in his Criticisms; fo he is no less unhappy in his Diligence, when he would aim at giving a Reason for what he does.

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" Thy father's triumph o'er the favages
Now by his soul I swear, my father's soul,
Twice will I not review the Morning's Rise,
Till I have torn that Trophy from thy back;
And split thy heart, for wearing it so long.
K. Jobm. We like not this, thou dost forget thy felf,

Enter Pandulph.
K. Philip. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope.

Pand. Hail, you anointed Deputies of heav'n!
To thee, King Jobn, my holy Errand is ;
I Pandulph, of fair Milain Cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the Legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand
Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother,
So wilfully doft spurn, and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
Of Canterbury, from that holy Sec?
This in our foresaid holy Father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

Ř. John. What carthly name to Interrogatories
Can task the free breath of a sacred King?
Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name
So flight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
To charge me to an Answer, as the Pope.
Tell him this Tale, and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian Priest
Shall tithe or toll in our Dominions :
But as we under Heav'n are supreme Head,
So, under Him, that great Supremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold;
Without th’affistance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all Rev'rence fet aparç
To him and his ufurp'd Authority.

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

K. John. Tho' you, and all the Kings of Christendom
Are led so grofly by this medling Priest,
Dreading the Curse, that mony may buy out ;
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,
Purchase corrupted Pardon of a man,


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Who in that fale fells Pardon from himself:
Tho' you, and all the reft, so grosly led,

This jugling witch-craft with revenue cherish
Yet I alone, alone, do me oppose
Against the Pope, and count his friends my focs.

Pand. Then by the lawful Power that I have,
Thou shalt stand curst, and excommunicate;
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretick;
And meritorious Thall that hand be callid,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a Şaint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.

Conft. O, lawful let it be, (15)
That I have room with Rome to curse a while.
Good 'father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,
To my keen Curses; for without my Wrong,
There is no tongue hath pow'r to curse him right.

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

Conft. And for mine too; when law can do no rights Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong: Law cannot give my Child his Kingdom here; For he, that holds his Kingdom, holds the law; Therefore since law it self is perfe& wrong, How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a Curse, Let go

the hand of that Arch-heretick; And raise the Pow'r of France upon his head, Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Eli. Look’st thou pale, France ? do not let go thy


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(15) O., lawful let it be,

That I have leave with Rome to curse a wbile ;) Mr. Pope, in the Nicety of his Ear, has, against the Authority of all the Copies, difplaced a Jingle here; (which I have made bold 'to restore to the Text,) tho' it is obvious to every knowing Reader, how customary it is with our Poet, in a thousand Instances,' to play on Words fimilar in Sound, and differing in Signification. ***He repeats the very fame Conundrum on the two Words now before Us, in Julius Cæfar.

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

Conft. Look to that, Devil! left that France repent, And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

Auft. King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on his recreant limbs.

Auft. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because

Faulc. Your breeches beft may carry them.
K. Fobn. Philip, what say'st thou to the Cardinal?
Conft. What should he say, but as the Cardinal?

Lewis. Bethink you, father; for the difference
Is purchase of a heavy Curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend;
Forgo the easier.

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.

Blancb. The lady Constance speaks not from her faith: But from her Need.

Conft. Oh, if thou grant my Need,
Which only lives but by the death of Faith,
That Need must 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.

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 Senle required, I cannot help thinking it a corrupted Reading: It might, indeed, admit of this Explanation, undrefi'd, ready to go to Bed: but then That is giving in to an Allusion too gross for Lady Confiance. I have ventur’d to throw out the Negative, and read;

In Likeness of a new and trimmed Bride. i. e. of a new Bride; and One, deck'd and adorn'd as well by Art as Nature. Or we might read; but it departs a little wider from the Traces of the Text as we find it;

In Likeness of a new betrimmed Bride. But the first Conjecture answers the Sense and Purpose of the Speaker; and requires but a very flight Variation.


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