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Left to be finished by such a fhe:
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
O iwo fuch filver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in :
And two such shores, to two such streams made one,
Two fuch controlling bounds fhall you be, Kings,
'To these two princes, if you marry them.
'This union shall do more than battery can,
To our faft-closed gates : for at this match,
With swifter spleen than powder can enforce (17),
The mouth of passage shall we fiing wide ope,
And give you entrance; but without this match,

The fea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions fo confident, mountains and rocks
So free from motion ; no, not death himself
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this city.

Faulc. Here's a stay,
That shakes the rotten carcase of old death
Out of his rage. Here's a large mouth, indeed,
Tbat spits forth death, and mcontains, rocks and fas;
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
What cannoveer begot this luily blood ?
He speaks plain cannon-fire, and smoak and bounce,
He gives the bastonado with his tongue :
Our ears are cudgeld ; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France ;
Zounds, I was never fo bethumpt with words,
Since I firft call'd my brother's father dad.

Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match.

(11) Wirb swifter speed tban powder can erforceThis is a wise Sophit cation of Mr. Pope's, because he did not underfiand the genuine text. I have refor'd with the old copies;

Wirb swifter spleen tban powder, &c. i. c. with a pafli. n of defile more swift in its influence, than your fire and fury can compel us to. The Poet uses this word again, after wards in this play, in the very fame sense; Faulc. Ob, I am scalded with my violent motion, And sp:een of speed to fee your Majefly !

Give with our niece a dowry large enough;
For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Thy now. unsur'd assurance to the crown,
That yon green boy shall have no fun to ripe
The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I see a yielding in the looks of France:
Mark, how they whisper ; urge them, while their souls
Are capable of this ambition ;
Left zeal now melted by the windy breath
Of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,
Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Cit. Why answer not the double majefties
This friendly treaty of our threaten’d town?

K. Phil. Speak, England, first, that hath been forward
To speak unto this city : what say you?

(first
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
Can in this book of beauty read, I love;
Her dowry Mall weigh equal with a Queen.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers (12),
And all that we upon this side the sea,
Except this city now by us befiég'a,
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich.
In eitles, honours, and promotions; :
As she in beauty, education, blood,
(12) For ANGIER's and fair Touraine, Maine, PoiQiert;

And all obat we upon tbis fide the seaga,
Except this city now by us besieg?d,

Find liable, &c.] This is a remarkable infance of carelessness in a point that fares common sense fuil in the face : and yet thus all the Editors in their profound fagacity. What was the ci'y b f.gid, but Angiers? King Jobn, consenting to match the Lady Blancb with the Daupbin, agrees, in part of her dowry, to give up all be held in France, except the city of Angiers which he now befiegid and laid i claim to. But could it be thought, that he should ac one and the Same time give up all except Angiers, and give up ibåt too? I corected this paffage in the appendix to my SHAKESPEARE Refor'd; and Mr. . Pope has embrac'd it in his last edition. Anjou was one of the pro. vifces, (methinks, thar gentleman might have remembered ;) white the Englis held in France; and which ihe Freneb King by Cbarilion claim'd of King Jobn in right of Duke Artbúr, at the very opening of the play. Angiers, instead of Anjou, has been falsely printed in several other passages of ibis hiftory,

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Holds hand with any Princess of the world.

K. Phil. What say't thou, boy? look in the Lady's face.

Lewis. I do, my Lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a wond'rous miracle ;
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;
Which being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow
I do proteft, I never lov'd myself
Till now infixed I beheld myfelf,
Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye.

[Whispering with Blanch. Faul. Drawn in the flate'ring table of her eye!

Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espie

Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be, In such a love, fo vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this respect is mine. If he see ought in you, that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will: Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you; my Lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this; that nothing do I see in you, (Tho'churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge) That I can find should merit any hate. K. John. What say these young ones? what say you, my

niece?
Blanch. That she is bound in honour ftill to do
What you in wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say.
K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this

Lady?
Lewis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love,
For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John. Then do I give Volqueen, Touraine, Maine,
Poittiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
Full thirty thousand marks of English coin.

Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal,
Command thy son and daughter to join hands.

K.Phi. It likes as well; young Princes, close your hands.

Auft. And your lips too; for, I am well assur'd, That I did fo, when I was first assur'd.

K. Philip. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates Let in that amity which you have made : For at St. Mary's chapel prefently The rites of marriage shall be folemniz'd. Is not the Lady Constance in this troop? I know, she is not; for this match made up Her presence would have interrupted much. Where is she and her fon, tell me, who knows?

Lewis. She's sad and passionate at your Highness* tent.

K. Philip. And, by my faith, this league, that we have Will give her sadness very little cure.

made,
Brother of England, how may we content
This widow Lady ? in her right we came ;
Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way
To our own vantage.

K. John. We will heal up all,
For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Britain,
And Earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town
We make him Lord of. Call the Lady Confiance.
Some speedy messenger bid her repair
To our folemnity: I trust, we fhall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in some measure satisfy her so,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as haste will fuffer us,
To this unlook'd-for, unprepared pomp.

Exeunt all but Fautconbridge.
Faulc. Mad world, mad Kings, mad composition !
John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part:
And France, whose armour Conscience buckled on,
Whom Zeal and Charity Brought to the field,
As God's own soldier, rounded in the ear
With that same purpose-changer, that fty devil,
That broker, that itill breaks the

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That

That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
of Kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that;
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the biafs of the world,
The world, which of itself is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing biass,
This fway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
And this same biass, this commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a resolv'd and honourable war,
To a moft base and vile-concluded peace.
And why rail I on this commodity?
But for because he hath not wooed me yet :
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm ;
Bat that my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, railesh on the rich.
Well, while I am a beggar, I will rail ;
And fay, there is no fin but to be rich:
And being rich, my virtue then thall be,
To say, there is no vice but beggary.
Since Kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my Lord; for I will worthip thee! (Exit.

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