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I will instruct my Sorrows to be proud ;
For Grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
To me, and to the State of my great Grief,
Let Kings assemble: for my Grief's so great,
That no Supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up : Here I and Sorrow fit:
Here is my Throne, bid Kings come bow to it. (10)
[Sits down on the Floor,
Enter (10) - bid Kings come bow to it.] 'I must here account for the Liberty I have taken to make a Change in the Division of the ad and 3d Acts. In the old Editions, the ad Alt was made to end here; tho' 'ris evident, Lady Constance here, in her Despair, seats herself on the Floor: and she must be supe posed, as I formerly observ'd, immediately to rise again, only to go off and end the At decently; or the fias Scene must fut her in from the sight of the Audience, an Absurdity I cannot wish to accuse Shakespeare of. Mr. Gilton and some other Criticks fancied, that a considerable Part of the 2d Act was loft; and that the Chafin began here. I had joined in this Suspicion of a Scene or two being lost; and unwittingly drew Mr. Pope into this Error. “ It seems to be so, says he, and it were
to be wish'd the Restorer (meaning Me,) could supply it. To deserve this Great Man's Thanks, l’ll venture at the Task; and hope to convince my Readers, that nothing is lost; but that I have supplied the suspe&ted Chalm, only by re&tifying the Division of the Alts. Upon looking a little more narrowly into the Constitution of the Play, I am satisfied that the 3d At ought to begin with that Scene, which has hitherto been accounied the Last of the ad At : and my Reasons for it are these. The Macch being concluded, in the Scene before That, betwixt the Dauphin and Blanch, a Messenger is sent for Lady Constance to K. Philip's Tent, for Her to come to St. Mary's Church to the solemnity. The Princes all go out, as to the Marriage; and the Bastard staying a little behind, to descanc on Interest and Commodity, very properly ends che Act. The next Scene then, in the French King's Tent, brings us Salisbury delivering his Message to Constance, who, refusing to go to the Solemnity, fers herself down on the Floor. The whole Train returning from the Church to the French King's Pavilion, Philip expresses such Satisfaction on Occasion of the happy Soleinnity of that Day ; thac.Constance sises from the Floor, es
Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor,
Faulconbridge, and Austria.
K. Philip. 'Tis true, fair daughter ; and this blessed
Ever in France shall be kept festival :
To folemnize this day, the glorious fun
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 holy-day.
Conjt. A wicked day, and not an holy-day.-- [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 thame, oppression, perjury :
Or, if it must stand stiil, let wives with child
Pray, that their burthens may not fall this day,
Left that their hopes prodigiously be croft:
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 falfhood change!
K. Philip. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day: Have I not pawnd to you my Majesty ?
Conft. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit Resembling Majesty, which, touch'd and try'd, Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn. You came in arms to spill my enemies blood, and joins in the Soene by entring her Protest against their Joy, and cursing the Business of the Day. Thus, I conceive, the Scenes are fairly continued; and there is no Chasm in the Ac• tion : but a proper Interval made both for Salisbury's coming to Lady Constance, and for the Solemnization of the Marriage. Besides, as Faulconbridge is evidently the Poet's favourite Character; 'twas very well judg’d to close the 4t with his soliloquy.
But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours.
The grapling 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 these perjur'd Kings :
A widow cries, be husband to me, heav’n !
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace;
but ere sun-set, Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd Kings. Hear me, oh, hear me !
Auft. Lady Constance, peace.
Conft. War, war, no peace; peace is to me a war.
Lymoges, O Auftria! thou doit shame
That bloody spoil thou flave, thou wretch, thou coward,
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the ftronger side ;
Thou fortune's champion, that doft never fight
But when her humourous ladyship is by
To teach thee fafety! thou art perjur'd too,
And footh'it up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fuol, to brag, to stamp, and swear,
Upon my par.y ; thou cold blooded flave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ?
And doit thou now fall over to my foes ?
Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame,
And hang a calve's-skin on those recreant limbs.
Aujt: 0, that a man would speak those words to me!
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on those recieant limbs.
Auft. Thou dar it not say so, villain, for thy life.
Faulc. And hang a calve's-skin on those recreant limbs.
Auft. Methinks, that Richard's pride and Ri:hard's fall
Should be a precedent to fright you, Sir.
Faulc. What words are these ? how do my finews
Thake! My father's foe clad in my father's fpoil! How doth Alecto whisper in my ears, “ Delay not, Richard, kill the villain strait; 66 Disrobe him of the matchless monument,
“ Thy father's triumph o'er the favage."
Now by his soul I swear, my father's soul,
Twice will I not review the morning's rise,
Till I have torn that trophy from thy back;
And split thy heart, for wearing it so long.
K. John. We like not this, thou doft forget thyself.
K. Philip. Here comes the holy Legate of the Pope.
Pand. Hail, you anointed Deputies of heav'n!
To thee, King John, my holy errand is;
I Pandulph, of fair Milain Cardinal,
And from Pope Innocent the Legate here,
Do in his name religiously demand
Why thou against the Church, our holy Mother,
So wilfully doft spurn, and force perforce
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen Archbishop
Of Canterbury, from that holy See ?
This in our 'foresaid holy Father's name,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories
Can task the free breath of a sacred King?
Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name
So flight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
To charge me to an answer, as the Pope.
Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England
Add thus much more, that no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions :
But as we under heav'n are supreme head,
So, under him, that great Supremacy,
Where we do reign, we will alone uphold ;
Without th' asliitance of a mortal hand.
So tell the Pope, all rev'rence set apart
To him and his usurp'd authority.
K. Philip. Brother of England, you blafpheme in this.
K. John. Tho' you, and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grolly by this medling Priest, Dreading the curse, that mony may buy out; And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that sale fells pardon from himself:
Tho' you, and all the reft, fo grofly led,
This jugling witch-craft with revenue cherish ;
Yet I alone, alone, do me oppose
Against the Pope, and count his friends my foes.
Pand. Then by the lawful power that I have,
Thou shalt stand curít, and excommunicate;
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt
From his allegiance to an heretick;
And meritorious Mall that hand be callid,
Canonized and worshipp'd as a Saint,
That takes away by any secret course
Thy hateful life.
Conft. O, lawful let it be,
That I have room with Rome to curse a while.
Good father Cardinal, cry thou, Amen,
To my keen curses ; for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right.
Pand. There's law, and warrant, lady, for my
Conft. And for mine too ; when law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here ;
For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law ;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ?
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
Let go the hand of that arch-heretick;
And raise the pow'r of France upon his head,
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.
Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go thy
Conft. Look to that, devil! left that France repe.it,
And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a foul.
Auft: King Philip, listen to the Cardinal.
Faulc. And hang a calve’s-skin on his recreant limbs.
Auf. Well, ruffian, I muft pocket up these wrongs,
Faulc. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Philip, what say'it thou to the Cardinal ?
Conft. What should he say, but as the Cardinal ?