The Pyrenean, and the river Po), It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And fits the mounting spirit like myself. ACT II. Description of England. That pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king. Description of an English Army. All the unsettled humours of the land,- Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand. Courage. By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occasion. A Boaster. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? Description of Victory by the French. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in; Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground: Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, To enter conquerors. Description of Victory by the English. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells; King John, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day! Their armours, that march'd hence so silver bright, Hither return all gilt with Frenchman's blood; There stuck no plume in any English crest, That is removed by a staff of France; Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, A complete Lady. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? Beauty. In her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye; Till now infixed I beheld myself, Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. Obedience. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine. ACT III. A Woman's fears. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable* of fears; * Susceptible. Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? A Mother's fondness for her Child. If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim, Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless* stains, Grief. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud and makes his owner stout. * Ugly. Constance's reproaches to the Archduke of Austria. 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 King John's Conspiracy with Hubert to Murder Prince Arthur. KING JOHN. Come hither, Hubert, O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: But I will fit it with some better time. Το say what good respect I have of thee. * Put it off. |