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SCEN E, the French King's Pavilion.

Enter Confance, Arthur and Salisbury,


ONE. to be marry'd ! gone to swear a peace !
Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces ?
It is not so, thou haft mif-spoke, mis-heard ;
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again,
It cannot be ; thou dost but say, 'tis fo.
I truft, I may not trust thee; for thy word
Is bus, the vain breath of a common man:
Believe me, I do not believe thee, man;
I have a King's oath to the contrary.
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick, and capable of fears ;
Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of fears :
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ;
A woman, naturally born to fears,
And tho thou now confess thou didst but jest,
With my vext spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ?
Why dost thou look so fadly on my fon?
What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ?
Be these fad figns confirmers of thy words ?
Then speak again, not all thy former tale,
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
That give you cause to prove my saying true.
Conf. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this forrow,


Teach thou this forrow how to make me die ;
And let belief and life encounter fo,
As doth the fury of two desp'rate men,
Which, in the very meeting, fall and die.
Lewis wed Blanch! O boy, then where art thou ?
France friend with England! what becomes of me?
Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy sight:
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

Sal. What other harm have I, good Lady done,
But spoke the harm that is by others done?

Conft. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

Arth. I do beseech you, mother, be content.
Const. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim,
Ugly, and Nand'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots, and fightless ftains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks;
I would not care, I then would be content:
For then I should not love thee: no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy!
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great.
Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lillies boast,
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, oh!
She is corrupted, chang'd, and, won from thee,
Adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;
And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France
To tread down fair respect of fovereignty,
And made his Majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune, and to John,
That ftrumpet Fortune, that ufurping Jobs!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ?
Envenom him with words ; or


gones And leave these woes alone, which I alone Am bound to under-bear.

Sal. Pardon me, Madam, I may not

go without you to the Kings. Conft. Thou may'ft, thou shalt, I will not go with thee. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ;


For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let Kings assemble: for my grief's so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up : Here I and Sorrow fit:
Here is my thrope, bid Kings come bow to it (13).

[Sits down on the Flora



-bid Kings come bow to it.] I muft here account for the liberty I have taken to make a change in the divifion of the second and third afts. In the old editions, the second a&t was made to end here ; tho"'tis evident, Lady Confance here, in her despair, seats her. Self on the floor : and le must be supposed, as I formerly observ'd, immediately to rise again, only to go off and end the aft decently; or the flat scene muft fhut her in from the sight of the Audience, an ab. furdity I cannot wish to accuse Sbakespeare of. Mr. Gildon and some other criticks fancied, that a considerable part of the second act was Bort; and that the chasm began here. I had joined in this fufpicion of a Scene or two being loft; and unwittingly drew Mr. Pope into this

It seems to be so, says he, and it were to be wished tbe reftores “ (meaning me,) could supply it." To deserve this great man's thanks, I'll venture at the talk; and hope to convince my readers, that nothing is loft; but that I have supplied the suspected chasm, only by recti. fying the division of the a&ts. Upon looking a little more narrowly into the confitution of the play, lam satisfied that the third act ought to begin with that scene, which has hitherto been accounted the last of the second act : and my reasons for it are these. The match being concluded, in the scene before that, betwixt the Daupbir and Blancb, a messenger is fent for Lady Constance to King Pbilip's tent, for her to: come to St. Mary's church to the folemnity. The Princes all go out, as to the marriage; and the bastard, itaying a little behind, to descant on interest and commodity, very properly ends the act. The nexo Scene then, in the French King's tent, brings us Salisbury, delivering his message to Constance, who, refusing to go to the folemnity, fets. herself down on the floor. The whole train returning from the church to the French King's pavilion, Pbilip expresses such fatisfaction on occasion of the happy folemnity of that day; that Confance rises from the floor, and joins in the scene by entering her protest against their joy, and curfing the business of the day. Thus, I conceive, the scenes are fairly continued; and there is no chasm in the action : but a proper interval made both for Salisbury's coming to Lady Conftance, and for the solemnization of the marriage. Besides, as Faulcenbridge is evidently the Poet's favourite character ; 'twas very well judg’d to close the a&t with his soliloquy.


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Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,

Faulconbridge, and Aufria.
K. Philip. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day
Ever in France shall be kept festival :
To solemnize this day, the glorious Sun
Stays in his course, and plays the Alchymift;
Turning with splendour of his precious eye
The meagre cloddy earth to glitering gola.
The yearly course, that brings this day, about,
Shall never see it, but a holy-day.

Conft. A wicked day, and not an holy-day.-Rifing.
What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the kalendar ?
Nay, rather turn this day out of the week,

This day of lhame, oppreflon, perjury:
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child
Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day,
Left that their hopes prodigiously be croft :
But, on this day, let seamen fear no wreck;
No bargains break, that are not this day made;
This day, all things begun come to ill end,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falfhood change !

K. Philip. By heaven, Lady, you shall bave no caufe
To curse the fair proceedings of this day :
Have I not pawn'd to you my Majesty ?.

Conft. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit
Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd,
Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn.
You came in arms to spill my enemies blood,
But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours.
The grapling, vigour, and rough frown of war,
Is cold in arity and painted peace,
And our oppression hath made up this league: :
Aim, am, ye Heav'ns, against these perjur'd Kings:
A widow cries, be husband to me, Heav'n!:
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear cut the day in peace ; but ere Sun-set,


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

Auft. Lady Confiance, peace.

Conft. War, war, no peace; peace is to me a war:
O Lymoges, O Auftria! thou doft shame
That bloody spoil: thou flave, thou wretch, thou coward,
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever ftrong upon the stronger fide;
Thou Fortune's champion, that doft never fight
But when her humorous Ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,
And footh'ít up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, to stamp, and swear,
Upon my party; thou cold-blooded flave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my fide ?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy ftrength?
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!
Faul. And hang a calve's skin on those recreant

Auft. Thou dar'ít 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 Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.


fall (14)

(14) Aust. Metbinks, ibat Richard's pride and Richard's fall} Thefe 12 subsequent lires Mr. Pope fiift inserted fiom the od sketch of this plav, callid, The troublesome Reign of King Jobri, in Two Pasts. As the Verses are not bad, I have not catheer'o them; tho' I do not conceive them so absolutely essential to clearing up any circumstance of the action, as Mr. Pope seems to imagine. Wbat was ebe ground of this quarrel of the Baflard 10 Auftria (says that Gentleman) is no wbere specified in the present play; nor is there in this place, or the scene where it is firfit binted at, (namely, the ad of Act 2) rbe leaf mention of any reason for it. This is the Editor's affera gicn; but let us examine, how well it is grounded. fo the very

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