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[Trumpet sounds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?

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Enter Faulconbridge.
Fault. According to the fair Play of the world,
Let me have audience. I am sent to speak,
My holy lord of Milain, from the King:
I come to learn how you have dealt for him :
And as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties :
He fatly fays, he'll not lay down his arms.

Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
The Youth says well. Now hear our English King;
For thus his Royalty doth speak in me:
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should.
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This harness'd mask, and unadvised revel,
· This unhair'd fawciness and boyish troops,
The King doth smile at; and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
From out the circle of his Territories.
That hand which had the strength, ev'n at your door,
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch ;

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This unheard Sawsiness and the Result of Childishness, and

boyish Troops, ] Thus the unthinking Rahness: and he printed Copies in general ; but seems altogether to dwell on this unheard is an Epithet of very lit- Character of it, by calling his tle Force, or Meaning here; Preparation boyish Troops, dwarbesides, let us observe how. 'tis fish War, figmy Arms, &c. which, coupled. Faulconbridge is sneer- according to my Emendation, ing at the Dauphin's Invasion, as fort very well with urbair'd, i. e. an unadvis'd Enterprize, favour- unbearded Sawcinels. ing of Youth and Indiscretion;



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To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter of

your ftable-planks,
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ;
To herd with swine ; to seek sweet safety out,
In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake,
Ev'n at the crying of our nation's Crow,
Thinking his voice an armed English man;
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement ?
No; know, the gallant Monarch is in arms,
And like an Eagle o'er his Aiery tow'rs,
To souse annoiance that comes near his nest.
And you degen’rate, you ingrate Revolts,
You bloody Nero's, ripping up the womb

your dear mother England, blush for shame.
For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their Thimbles into armed Gantlets change,
Their Needles to Lances, and their gentle Hearts
To fierce and bloody Inclination.
Lewis. There end thy Brave, and turn thy face in

peace ;
We grant, thou canst out-scold us; fare thee well :
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a babler.

Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Faul. No, I will speak.

Lewis. We will attend to neither :
Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war
Plead for our int'rest, and our being here.

Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry

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And so shall you, being beaten ; do but start
An Echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And ev'n ar hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverb'rate all as loud as thine.
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,


And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder. For at hand
(Not trusting to this halting Legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport, than need)
Is warlike Jobn; and in his forehead sits
A bare-ribb'd death ; whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.

Lewis. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Faulo. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.


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Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert.

goes the

Hub. Badly, I fear; how fares your Majesty ?

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me. Oh, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger. Mes. My Lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon

bridge, Desires your Majesty to leave the field ; And send him word by me which way you go. K. John. Tell him, tow'rd Swinstead, to the Ab

bey there. Mes. Be of good Comfort : for the great Supply, That was expected by the Deuphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin fands. This news was brought to Richard but ev'n now. The French fight coldly, and retire themfelves.

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news. Set on tow'rd Swinstead; to my Litter strait; Weakness poffefseth me, and I am faint. Excent.


Changes to the French Camp.

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot,
Sal. Did not think the King so ftor'd with friends.

Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the

If they miscarry, we miscarry too:

Sal. That mif-begotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spight of spight, alone upholds the day.
Pemb. They say, King Jobn, fore fick, hath left

the field.


Enter Melun, wounded. Melun. Lead me to the Revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Pemb. It is the Count Melun. Sal. Wounded to death.

Melun. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; 2 Unthread the rude eye of Rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith. Seek out King John, and fall before his feet : For if the French be lords of this loud day, He means to recompense the pains you take, By cutting off your heads; thus hath he sworn, And I with him, and many more with me,

2 Unthread the rude Eye of I have restor'd it, is easy and na

Rebellion. ] Tho' all the tural; and it is the Mode of ExCopies concur in this Reading, pression, which our Author is how poor is the Metaphor of un- every where fond of, to tread threading the Eye of a Needle ? and untread, the Way, Parh, Steps, And, besides, as there is no


THEOBALD. Mention made of a Needle, how The metaphor is certainly remote and obscure is the Allu- harsh, but I do not think the fion without it? The Text, as paffage corrupted.


Upon the altar at St. Edmondsbury ;
Ev'n on that altar, where we swore to you
Dear amity and everlasting love.

Sal. May this be possible! may this be true !

Melun. Have I not hideous death within my view ? Retaining but a quantity of life, Which bleeds away, ev’n as a form of wax Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire ? What in the world should make me now deceive, Since I must lose the use of all deceit ? Why fhould I then be false, since it is true, That I must die here, and live hence by truth? I say again, if Lewis do win the day, He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours Behold another day break in the east. But ev’n this night, whose black contagious breath Already smoaks about the burning crest Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun, Ev'n this ill night, your breathing shall expire ; Paying the fine of } rated treachery, Ev'n with a treacherous fine of all your lives, If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Commend me to one Hubert, with your King ; The love of him, and this respect besides, (For that my gransire was an Englisman) Awakes my conscience to confess all this. In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace; and part this body and my soul, With contemplation, and devout desires.

Sal. We do believe thee, and beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form

3 Rated treachery. ] It were has rated your treachery, and set easy to change rated io hated for upon it a fine which your lives an easier meaning, but rared suits must pay. better with fine. The Dauplu


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