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As great Alcides' shews upon an ass;
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back,
Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders erack.

Auft. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
King Philip, determine what we fhall do ftrait.
K. Philip. Women and fools, break off your con-

ference.
King John, this is the very sum of all.
England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
In right of Arthur I do claim of thee.
Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ?

K. John. My life as soon.- I do defy thee, France.
- Arthur of Britain, yield thee to my hand ;
And out of my dear love I'll give thee more,
Than e'er the coward-hand of France can win.
Submit thee, boy.

Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.

Conjt. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child.
Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will
Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig;
There's a good grandam.

Arth. Good my mother, peace ;
I would, that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil, that's made for me.

Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.

Cont. Now shame upon you, whether she does or no! His grandam's wrong, and not his mother's shames, Draws those heav'n-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heav'n fhall take in nature of a fee : Ay, with these crystal beads heav'n shall be bribd To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Eli. Thou monstrous (anderer of heav'n and earth!

Conf. Thou monstrous injurer of heav'n and earth! Call me not Nanderer ; thou, and thine, ufurp The domination, royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy. This is thy eldest son's fon, Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

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Thy sins are visited on this poor child ;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiying womb.

K. John. Bedlam, have done.

Const. I have but this to say,
That he's not only plagued for her sin,
But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her. -Plague her fin

; his injury,
Her injury, the beadle to her fin,
All punish'd in che person of this child,
And all for her, a plague upon her!

Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce
A will, that bars the title of thy fon

Conft. Ay, who doubts that? a will !-a wicked

will;

6 I have but this to say,

plexed. All the editions read, That he's not only glagued for her

-Plagu'd

for her, fin,

And with her plague her sin; his But, &c. - ] This par injury, fage appears to me very obscure, Ber injury, the beadle to her The chief difficulty arises from this, that Constance having told All punism'd in the person of this Elinor of her fin-conceiving womb,

child. persues the thought, and uses fin I point thus : through the next lines in an am

-Plagu'd

for ber biguous sense, sometimes for And with her. -Plague her crime, and sometimes for off fin ! his injury spring.

Her injury, the beadle to her He's not only flègued for her fin, fin. &c. He is not only made mise That is; instead of indieting rable by vengeance for her fin or vengeance on this innocent and crime, but her fin, her offspring, remote deicendant, sunish her sin, and she, are made the instruments her immediate offspring: then of that vengeance, on this de- the affliction will fail where it is fcendant, who, though of the se- deferved; his injury will be her cond generation, is plagued for injury, and the misery of her lin; þer and with her ; to whom the her son will be a beadle, or chalis not only the cause but the in- tifer, to her crimes, which are strument of evil.

now all punisked in the person of The next clause is more per- this child.

rate :

A woman's will, a cankred grandam's will.

K. Pbil. Peace, Lady; pause, or be more tempe7 It ill beseems this presence to cry Aim To these ill tuned repetitions. Some trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's.

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Enter a Citizen upon the Walls. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls? K. Pbil. 'Tis France for England.

K. John. England for itself; You men of Angiers and my loving subjectsK. Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's sub

jects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle

K. John. For our advantage-therefore hear us

first :

These flags of France, that are advanced here
Before the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endamagement.
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath

; And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls :

cry Aim

7 I ill beseems this presence io to cry aim had been to incite ns

tice, or raise attention. But I To thee ill tuned repetitions,] rather think, that the old word

Dr. Warburton has well ob- of applause was J'aime, loze served on one of the former plays, it, and that to applaud was to that to cry aim is to encourage. I cry'J'aime, which the English, not once thought it was borrowed easily pronouncing Je, lunk into from archery; and that aim! aime or aim. Our exclamations of having been the word of com- applause are itill borrowed, as mand, as we now say frifent! bruvo, and encore.

All

All preparations for a bloody siege
And merciless proceeding, by these French,
Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ;
And, but for our approach, those Neeping stones,
That as a waste do girdle you about,
By the compulsion of their ordinance
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had been dishabited, and wide havock made
For bloody power to rush upon your peace.
But on the light of us your lawful King,
(Who painfully with much expedient march
Have brought a counter-check before your gates,
To save unscratch'd your city's threatned cheeks)
Behold, the French, amaz’d, vouchsafe a parle;
And now, instead of bullets wrap'd in fire,
To make a shaking fever in your walls,
They shoot but calm words folded up in smoak,
To make a faithless error in your ears ;
Which trust accordingly, kind citizens ;
And let in us, your King, whose labour'd spirits,
Fore-weary'd in this action of swift speed,
Crave harbourage within your city-walls.
K. Philip. When I have said, make answer to us

both.
Lo! in this right hand, whose protection
Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet;
Son to the elder brother of this man,
And King o'er him, and all that he enjoys.
For this down-trodden equity, we tread
In warlike march these greens before your town:
Being no further enemy to you,
Than the constraint of hospitable zeal,
In the relief of this oppressed child,
Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To pay that duty, which you truly owe
To him that owns it; namely, this young Prince.
And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

Save in aspect, hath all offence seal'd up;
Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent
Againt the invulnerable clouds of heav'n;
And with a blefted, and unvext retire,
With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd,
We will bear home that lusty blood again,
Which here we came to spout against your town;
And leave your children, wives, and you

in

peace.
But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer,
'Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walls
Can hide you from our messengers of war;
Tho' all these English, and their discipline,
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference.
Then tell us, shall your city call us Lord,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it?
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our poffeflion?

Cit. In brief, we are the King of England's subjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town.

K. John. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in. Cit. That can we not ; but he that proves the

King,
To him will we prove loyal ; till that time,
Have we ramm’d up our gates againit the world.
K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove the

King?
And if not that, I bring you witnesses,
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed

Faulc. (Baltards, and else.)
K. John. To verify our title with their lives.
K. Phil. As many, and as well born bloods as

those Faul. (Some bastards too.) K. Pbil. Stand in his face to contradict his claim.

Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We for the worthiest hold the right from both. K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those fouls,

That

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