Is it, as he will? well then, France fhall rue. Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: fair day, adieu ! Which is the fide that I muft go withal? I am with both, each army hath a hand, Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. [Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath, A rage, whofe heat hath this condition; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood of France. K. Ph. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn To afhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire: Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more, than he that threats. let's hie. To arms [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of battle. Alarms, Excurfions: Enter Faulconbridge, with Auftria's Faulc. (17) bead. TOW, by my life, this day grows wond'rous hot (17); N -it grows wondrous bet; Some airy Devil bovers in the fky.] I have, by Mr. Warburton's direction, ventu:'d to fubftitute, fiery Devil. It is a very unconclufive inference, fure, that, because it grew wond'rous hot, fome airy Devil hovered in the fky. It is a fort of reafoning, that carr es an air of ridicule; unless we could determine, that the Poet meant no more by the epithet than to exprefs the Sacred Text, in which the Devil is ftiled the Prince of the Air. VOL. III. R Some Some fiery devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mifchief. Auftria's head lie there.- Unto his father's ever-living foul. Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K.John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard, make up; My mother is affailed in our tent, And ta'en, 1 fear. Faulc. My Lord, I refcu'd her: Her Highness is in fafety, fear you not. [Exeunt. Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be; your Grace fhall stay behind So ftrongly 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. And, ere our coming, fee thou fhake the bags Use our commiffion in its utmoft force. Faulc. Bell, book, and candle, fhall not drive me back When gold and filver beck me to come on. I leave your Highnefs: Grandam, I will pray, (18) the fat ribs of Peace Muft by the bungry now be fed upon.] This word now seems a very idle term here, and conveys no fatisfactory idea. An Antithefis and oppofition of terms, fo perpetual with our Author, requires, Muft by the bungry war be fed upon. War, demanding a large expence, is very poetically said to be hungry, and to prey on the wealth and fat of Peace. Mr. Warburton. (If ever I remember to be holy) For your fair fafety; fo I kifs your hand. K. John. Coz, farewel. [Exit Faule. Eli. Come hither, little kinfman ;-hark, a word. I had a thing to fay-but, let it go: (19) If the midnight bell Did with bis iron tongue, and brazen mouth, Did Sound on into the drowsy 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 imprefs by this fine defeription; 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 found of the b:11 Atrikes upon the ear with most awe and terror. And it is very ufual with our Shakespeare in other paffages to exprefs the horror of a midnight bell. Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes, K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft? And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Thou art his keeper. Hub. And I'll keep him fo, That he fhall not offend your Majesty. K. John. Death. Hub. My Lord? K. John. A grave. Hub. He fhall not live. K. John. Enough. And fometimes, for the more folemnity, he is used to add the cis cumftance of the particular hour. The iron tongue of midnight hath toll'd twelve. The bell then beating one. Midfum, Night's Dream. Hamlet. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Remember: [Returning to the Queen. I'll fend those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty. K. John. For England, coufin, go. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the French Court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendants.' K. Philip. A whole Armado of collected fail SÅ Is fcatter'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 fo ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft? Arthur ta'en pris'ner? divers dear friends flain? Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd: So hot a speed with fuch advice difpos'd Doth want example; who hath read, or heard, K. Phil. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our fhame. Enter Conftance. Look, who comes here? a grave unto a foul, your peace. R 3 But |