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Lewis. Bethink you, father ; for the difference
Is purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
Or the light loss of England for a friend ;
Forgo the easier.
Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.
Conft. Lewis, stand fast; the Devil tempts thee
In likeness of a new and trimmed bride.
Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her faith : But from her need.
Conf. Oh, if thou grant my need, Which only lives but by the death of faith, That need muft needs infer this principle, That faith would live again by death of need : O, then tread down my need, and faith mounts up ; Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
K. John. The King is mov'd, and antwers not to this. Conf. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Auft. Do so, King Philip; hang no more in doubt. Faulc. Hang nothing but a calve's-skin, moft sweet
lout. K. Philip. I am perplext, and know not what to say. Pand. What can'lt thou say, but will perplex thee
more, If thou stand excommunicate and curīt ? K. Pbilip. Good rev'rend father, make my person
· yours ;
And tell me, how you would bestow yourself.
This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward fouls
-the Devil tempts thee here In Likeness of a new uncrimmed Bride.] Tho' all the Copies concur in this Reading, yet as untrimmed cannot bear any Signification to square with the Sense required, I cannot help thinking it a corrupted Reading. I have vencu'd 10 throw out the Negative, and read ;
In Likeness of a new and crimmed Bride. i. e. of a new Bride, and One, deck'd and adora'd as well by Art as Nature
Marry'd in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows :
The latest breath, that gave the sound of words,
Was deep-fworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
Between our kingdoms and our royal Selves.
And even before this truce, but new before,
No longer than we well could wash our hands
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Heay'n knows, they were besmear'd and over-stain'd
With flaughter's pencil ; where revenge did paint
The fearful diff'rence of incensed Kings.
And shall these hands, fo lately purg'd of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seisure, and this kind regreet ?
Play fast and loose with faith? so, jest with heav'n?
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm ?
Un-fwear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoft,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true fincerity ? O holy Sir,
My reverend father, let it not be so ;
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Some gentle order, and we shall be blest
To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,
Save what is opposite to England's love.
Therefore, to arms! be champion of our Church!
Or let the Church our mother breathe her curse,
A mother's curse on her revolting son.
France, thou may't hold a ferpent by the tongue,
A chafed lyon by the mortal paw,
A fafting tyger safer by the tooth,
Than keep in peace that hand, which thou doft hold.
K. Philip. I may dis-join my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So mak'it thou faith an enemy to faith ;
And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath,
Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow
First made to heav'n, first be to heav'n perform'd;
That is, to be the champion of our Church.
What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thyself;
And may not be performed by thyself.
For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss,
Is not amiss, when it is truly done :
And being not done, where doing tends to ill,
The truth is then most done, not doing ii.
The better act of purposes mistook
Is to mistake again; tho' indirect,
Yet indire&tion thereby grows direct,
And falfhood falfhood cures ; as fire cools fire,
Within the scorched veins of one new-burn'd.
It is religion that doth make vows kept,
But thou haft sworn against religion :
By what thou swear'it, against the thing thou swear'it :
And mak’it an oath the surety for thy truth,
Againit an oath the truth thou art unsure
To swear, swear only not to be forsworn ;
Else what a mockery should it be to swear?
But thou doft swear, only to be forsworn,
And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear.
Therefore thy latter vows, against thy first,
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself.
And better conquest never canst thou make,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy, loose suggestions:
Upon which better part, our pray’rs come in,
If thou vouchsafe them. But if not, then know,
The peril of our curses light on thee
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off ;
But, in despair, die under their black weight.
Aujl. Rebellion, flat rebellion.
Faulc. Will’t not be?
Will not a calve's-skin stop that mouth of thine ?
Lewis. Father, to arms.
Blanch. Upon thy wedding day ? Against the blood that thou hast married ? What, thall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men ? Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlith drums, Clainours of hell, be measures to our pomp? O husband, hear me ; (ah ! alack, how new
Is husband in my mouth ?) ev'n for that name,
Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms
Against mine uncle.
Conf. O, upon my knee,
Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom ·
Forethought by heav'n.
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; what motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife ?
Conft. That which upholdeth him, that thee upholds, His honour. Oh, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour !
Lewis. I muse, your Majesty doth seem so cold,
When such profound respects do pull you on?
Pand. I will denounce a curse
his head." K. Philip. Thou shalt not need. England, I'll fall
from thee. Conft. O fair return of banish'd Majesty! Eli. O foul revolt of French inconftancy ! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this
hour. Faulc. Old time the clock-setter, that bald fexton
time, Is it, as he will ? well then, France shall rue.
Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day, adieu !
Which is the fide that I must go withal ?
I am with both, each army hath a hand,
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'it win:
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose ;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine :
Grandam, I will not with thy wishes thrive :
Whoever wins, on that fide shall I lose:
Affured loss, before the match be play'd.
Lewis. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my
life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puiffance together.
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath,
A rage, whose heat hath this condition
That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood of France.
K. Philip. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou
shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire : Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more, than he that threats. To arms, let's hie.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Field of Battle. Alarms, Excurfions : Enter Faulconbridge, with Austria's
Head. Faulc. yow,' by my life, this day grows wond'rous
hot; (12) Some fiery devil hovers in the sky, And
pours down mischief. Aufiria's head lie there. Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow, And offer'd Außria's blood for facrifice Unto his father's ever-living foul.
Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard,
My mother is affailed in our tent,
And ta’en, I fear.
Faulc. My lord, I rescu'd her :
Her highness is in safety, fear you not.
it grows wondrous hots Some airy Devil hovers in the Sky.] I have, by Mr. Waro burton's Dire&ion, ventur'd to substitute, fiery Dovil. It is a very unconclusive Inference, sure, that, because it
grew d'sous hot, some airy Devil hover'd in the Sky. It is a sort of Reasoning, that carries an Air of Ridicule ; determine, that the Poet meant no more by the Epither than to express the Sacred Text, in which the Devil is filed she Prince of the Air.