452 Pand. I will denounce a curfe upon his head. K. Phil. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall from thee. Conft. O fair return of banish'd Majesty! Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour. Faul. Old time the clock-fetter, that bald fexton time, Is it, as he will? well then, France fhall rue. Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: fair day, Which is the fide that I must go withal? Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. K. John. Coufin, go draw our puiffance together. 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 deareft-valu'd blood of France. K. Phil. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou To afhes, ere our blood fhall quench that fire: K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms, let's hie. [Exeunt. SCENE Alarms, Excurfions: Enter Faulconbridge, with Faulc. OW, Now, by my life, this day grows wond'rous hot; • Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Auftria's head lie there.— Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow, And offer'd Auftria's blood for facrifice 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, I fear. Faul. My Lord, I refcu'd her: Her highness is in fafety, fear you not. 'Some airy devil-] We muft read, Some fiery devil, if we will have the caufe equal to the effect. WARBURTON. There is no end of fuch alterations; every page of a vehement and negligent writer will afford opportunities for changes of terms, if mere propriety will [Exeunt. juftify them. Not that of this change the propriety is out of controverfy. Dr. Warburton will have the devil fiery, because he makes the day hot; the authour makes him airy, because he hovers in the sky, and the heat and mischief are natural confequences of his malignity. SCENE V. Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be-your Grace fhall ftay behind (70 Elinor. So ftrongly guarded-Coufin, look not fad, [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will Ufe our commiffion in its utmost force. 2 Faulc. 3 Bell, book, and candle fhall not drive me back, When gold and filver beck me to come on. I leave your highness-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy) For your fair fafety; fo I kifs your hand. Eli. Farewel, my gentle coufin. K. John. Coz, farewel. [Exit Faulc. Eli. Come, hither, little kinfman;-hark, a word. K. John. [To Hubert on the other fide. Hub. I am much bounden to your Majefty. K. John. Good friend, thou haft no caufe to fay fo But thou fhalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow, Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy thick, 4 Sound ON unto the drowfie race of night;] We fhould read, Sound ONE WARBURTON. (A paffion hateful to my purposes) Or if 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, Hub. And I'll keep him so, That he shall not offend your Majefty. K. John. Death. Hub. My Lord? Hub. He fhall not live. K. John. A grave. K. John. Enough. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; Remember: [Returning to the Queen. Well, I'll not fay what I intend for thee: Madam, fare you well. I'll fend thofe pow'rs o'er to your Majesty. Eli. My bleffing go with thee! K. John. For England, coufin, go. [Exeunt. SCENE |