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Ev’n in the jaws of danger, and of death.
[Trumpet sounds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
S CE N E IV.
Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
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;
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
your dear mother England, blush for shame.
Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Lewis. We will attend to neither :
Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry
And so shall you, being beaten ; do but start
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder. For at hand
Lewis. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Faulo. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.
Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert.
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.
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot,
Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the
Sal. That mif-begotten devil, Faulconbridge,
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 ;
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