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Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with
AUSTRIA's Head. Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous
hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, While Philip breathes.
Enter King John, ARTHUR, and HUBERT.
My lord, I rescu'd her;
Alarums; Excursions; Retreat. Enter King John,
ELINOR, ARTHUR, the Bastard, HUBERT, and
[To ELINOR. So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad:
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
grief. K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard.] away for
England; ħaste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots; angels imprisoned Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon: Use our commission in his utmost force. Bast. Bell, book, and candle? shall not drive me
back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. I leave your highness:-Grandam, I will
Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
Exit Bastard. Eli. Come hither, little kinsinan; hark, a word.
[She takes Arthur aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle
Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty.
? Bell, book, and candle—] In an account of the Romish curse given by Dr. Grey, it appears that three candles were extinguished, one by one, in different parts of the execration.
K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say
so yet: But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say,—But let it go: The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, To give me audience: If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a church-yard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle inerriment, A passion hateful to my purposes ;) Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But ah, I will not:-Yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think, thou lov’st me well.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I'd do't. K. John.
Do not I know, thou would'st? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way;
* full of gawds,] Gawds are any showy ornaments.
- using conceit alone,] Conceit here, as in many other places, signifies conception, thought.
And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
And I will keep him so,
K. John. Death.
He shall not live.
well : I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
Eli. My blessing go with thee!
For England, cousin:
The French King's Tent.
Enter King Philip, Lewis, PANDULPH, and
Attendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail? Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship, Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go
Remember.] This is one of the scenes to which may be promised a lasting commendation. Art could add little to its perfection; no change in dramatick taste can injure it; and time itself can subtract nothing from its beauties.
2 of convicted sail-) Overpowered, baffled, destroyed.
K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run
so ill ?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
peace! K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle
Constance! Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death:40 amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy détestable bones; And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
No, I defy, &c.] To defy anciently signified to refuse.