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Hath willingly departed with a part.
The French King's pavilion.
One to be marry'd! gone to swear a peace !
Conft. G ?
my vex'd fpirits I cannot take a truce ;
Sal. As true as, I believe, you think them false,
Conf. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this forrow,
Fellow, be gone, I cannot brook thy fight *.
Arth. I do befeech you, mother, be content.
grim, " Ugly, and fland'rous to thy mother's womb, “ Full of unpleasing blots, and fightless stains, “ Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, “ Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks ; “ I would not care; I then would be content, • For then I should not love thee: no, nor thou 56 Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. “ But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy! “ Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great. “ Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boaft, “ And with the half-blown rose.” But Fortuner oh! She is corrupted, chang'd, and, won from thee, Adulterates hourly with thine un le John; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France To tread down fair respect of fovereignty, And made his Majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a bawd to Fortune, and to John : 'That strumpet Fortune, that ufurping John ! 'Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn ? Invenom him with words; or get thee gone, And leave these woes alone, which I alone Am bound to underbear.
Sal. Pardon me, Madam,
Conft. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with
brook thy sight. This news hath made thee a moft ugly man.
Sal. What other harm have I, good Lady, done, But fpake the harm that is by others dune?
Conjt. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it,
Arth, I do belecch you,
Can hold it up. Here I and sorrow fit.
[Sits down on the poor.
Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,
Faulconbridge, and Austria. K. Phil. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed Ever in France shall be kept festival.
[day To folemnize this day, the glorious sun Stays in his course, and plays the alchymist; Turning with fplendor of his precious eye The meagre cloddy earth to glitt'ring gold. The yearly course that brings this day about, Shall never see it but a holiday.
Conft. A wicked day, and not an holiday.--[Rising. What hath this day deserv’d? what hath it done, That it in golden letter should be set Among the high tides in the kalendar? Nay, rather turn this day out of the week, This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, Left that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd. But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; No bargains break, that are not this day made ; This day, all things begun come to ill end, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change !
K. Phil. By heaven, Lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day. Have I not pawn' to you my majesty?
Const. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit Refembling majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn; You came in arms to spill my enemies blood, But now in arms you ftrengthen it with your's. The grappling vigour, and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up this league. Arm, arm, ye heav'ns, against thèse perjur’d Kings.
A widow cries, be husband to me, Heav'n !
Auft. Lady Constance, peace.
Const. War, war, no peace ; peace is to me a war.
Auft. O that a man would speak those words to me!
limbs. Auft. * • Mithinks that Richard's pride and Rich
ard's fall • Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.
What was the ground of this quarrel of the bastard to Austria, is no where specified in the present play: nor is there in this place, or the scene where it is first hinted at (namely the second of act 2.), the least mention of any reason for it. But the story is, that Auftria, who kill'd King Richard Caur-de-lion, wore, as the spoil of that prince, a lion's hide which had belonged to him This circumstance renders the anger of the bastard very natural, and ought not to have been omitted. In the first sketch of this play, (which Shakespear is said to have had a hand in, jointly with William Rowley), we accordingly find this insisted upon, and I have yentured to place a few of shoff yerles hereMr Poper