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That shakes the rotten carcafs of old Death

Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That fpits forth death, and mountains, rocks and feas;.
Talks as familiarly of roaring Lions,

As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs.
What Cannoneer begot this lufty blood?

He fpeaks plain cannon-fire, and fmoak and bounce,
He gives the baftinado with his tongue :
Our ears are cudgel'd; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fift of France;
Zounds! I was never fo bethumpt with words,
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.

Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match,
Give with our Niece a dowry large enough;
For by this knot thou fhalt fo furely tie
Thy now unfur'd affurance to the Crown,
That yon green boy fhall have no Sun to ripe
The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit.
I fee a Yielding in the looks of France;

Mark, how they whisper; urge them, while their fouls
Are capable of this ambition;

Left zeal now melted (9) by the windy breath
Of foft petitions, pity and remorfe,

Cool and congeal again to what it was.

Cit. Why anfwer not the double Majefties

This friendly Treaty of our threaten'd town?

K. Philip. Speak, England, firft, that hath been forward firft

To speak unto this City: what fay you ?

K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy Princely fon,

may fignify an bindrance, or min that binders, is yet very improper to introduce the next-line. I read,

Here's a flaw,

That fbakes the rotten carcass of old Death.

That is, here is a guft of bravery, a blast of menace.

This fuits

well with the fpirit of the fpeech. Stay and fw, in a careless hand, are not easily diftinguished; and if the writing was obfcure, flaw, being a word lefs ufual, was easily miffed.

(9) Left zeal now melted] We have here a very unusual, and, I think, not very juft image of zeal, which in its highest degree is represented by others as a flame, but by Shakespeare as a froft. To reprefs zeal, in the language of others, is to cool, in Shakespeare's to melt it; when it exerts its utmoft power it is commonly, said tɔ fame, but by Shakespeare to be congeaked.

Can

Can in this book of beauty read, I love;
Her dowry fhall weigh equal with a Queen.
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers (1),.
And all that we upon this fide the fea,
Except this City now by us befieg'd,
Find liable to our Crown and Dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich
In titles, honours and promotions,

As fhe in beauty, education, blood,

Holds hand with any Princefs of the world.

K. Philip. What fay'ft thou, boy? Look in the lady's

face.

Lewis. I do, my Lord, and in her eye I find

A wonder, or a wondrous miracle;

The fhadow of myfelf form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the fhadow of your fon,
Becomes a Sun, and makes your fon a fhadow.
I do proteft, I never lov'd myself,
'Till now, infixed, I beheld myself,
Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye.

[Whispering with Blanch..
Faule. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye!
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espiè
Himfelf love's traitor: this is pity now,

That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be,.
In fuch a love, fo vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will in this refpect is mine.
If he fee aught in you, that makes him like,
That any thing he fees, which moves his liking.
I can with eafe tranflate it to my will:

Or, if you will, to fpeak more properly,

1 will enforce it easily to my love.

(1) In old editions,

Fr ANGIERS and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers,
And all that We upon this Side the Sea,

Except this City now by us befieg'd,

But

Find liable, &c.] What was the City befieged, but Angiers? King John agrees to give up all he held in France, except the City of Angiers, which he now befieg'd and laid claim to. could he give up all except Angie's, and give up That too? Anjou was one of the Provinces which the English held in France.

THEOBALD.
Further

Further I will not flatter you, my lord,
That all I fee in you is worthy love,
Than this; that nothing do I fee in you

(Though churlish thoughts themselves fhould be your judge)

That I can find fhould merit any hate.

K. John. What fay thefe young Ones? What fay you, my Niece?

Blanch. That the is bound in honour still to do

What

you in wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say.

K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this lady?

Leavis. Nay, afk me, if I can refrain from love? For I do love her most unfeignedly.

K. John. Then do I give Volqueffen, Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, and Anjou, thefe five Provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more, Full thirty thoufand Marks of English coin. Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, Command thy Son and Daughter to join hands.

K. Poip. It likes us well; young Princes close your hands.

Auft. And your lips to; for I am well affur'd, That I did fo, when I was firft affur'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 fhall be folemniz'd.
Is not the lady Conftance in this troop?

I know, fhe is not; for this Match made up
Her prefence would have interrupted much.
Where is the and her fon, tell me, who knows?
Lewis. She's fad and paffionate at your Highness'
Tent.

K. Philip. And, by my faith, this league, that we have
made,

Will give her fadnefs very little Cure.

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,

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For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne,
And Earl of Richmond; and this rich, fair town
We make him lord of. Call the lady Conftance;
Some speedy Meffenger bid her repair.
To our Solemnity: I truft, we fhall,
If not fill up the measure of her will,
Yet in fome measure fatisfie her fo,
That we shall stop her exclamation.
Go we, as well as hafte will fuffer us,
To this unlook'd for, unprepared, Pomp.

[Exeunt all but Faulconbridge.

SCENE VI.

Faule. Mad world, mad Kings, mad compofition t
John, to stop Arthur's Title in the whole,.
Hath willingly departed with a part:

And France, whofe armour Confcience buckled on,
Whom Zealand Charity brought to the field,
As God's own foldier, rounded in the ear
With that fame purpose-changer, that fly devil,
That broker, that ftill breaks the pate of faith,
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of Kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lofe

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But the word Maid, cheats the poor maid of that;
That fmooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,-
Commodity, the biafs of the world,

The world, which of itfelf is poised well;
Made to run even, upon even ground;
'Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bials,
This fway of motion, this Commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpofe, courfe, intent.
And this fame biafs, 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 refolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
And why rail I on this Commodity?
But for becaufe he hath not woo'd me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch

my hand,

When

When his fair angels would falute my palm
But that my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth 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 shall be,
To say, there is no vice, but beggary.
Since Kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee!

ACT III.

SCENE I.

{Exit.

The French King's Pavilion.

Enter Conftance, Arthur, and Salisbury.

CONSTANCE.

ONE to be marry'd! gone to fwear a peace!

GFalfe blood to falfe blood join'd! Gone to be

friends!

Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch thofe provinces,
It is not fo, thou haft mif-fpoke, mif-heard;
Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again,
It cannot be; thou doft but fay, 'tis fo.
I truft, I may not truft thee; for thy word
Is but 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 punifh'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick, and capable of fears;

Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of fears:
A widow, hufbandlefs, fubject to fears;
A woman, naturally born to fears,

And, tho' thou now confefs thou didst but jeft,
With my vext fpirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What doft thou mean by fhaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look fo fadly on my fon?

What

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