But on, my Liege; for very little pains [Exeunt. Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be; your Grace shall stay behind Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. And, ere our coming, fee thou fhake the bags Use our commiffion in its utmost force. [To Faulc. Faulc. Bell, book, and candle fhall not drive me back, When gold and filver beck me to come on. I leave your highnefs: grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy) For your fair safety; so I kifs your hand. K. John. Coz, farewel. Eli. Come hither, little kinfman; [Exit Faulc, -hark, a word. [Taking him to one fide of the stage. K. John. [to Hubert on the other fide. (13) the fat Ribs of Peace Muft by the hungry now be fed upon.] This Word now feems a very idle Term here, and conveys no fatisfactory Idea. An Antithefis, and Oppofition of Terms, fo perpetual with our Author, requires; Must by the hungry War be fed upon. War, demanding a large Expence, is very poetically faid to be hungry, and to prey on the Wealth and Fat of Peace. Mr. Warburton. And, And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath K. John. Good friend; thou haft no caufe to fay le But thou fhalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow, I had a thing to say- -but, let it go: The fun is in the heav'n, and the proud day, Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy thick, Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes, (14) If the mid-night Bell Did with his iron Tongue, and brazen Mouth, Sound on into the drowzy race of Night;] I do not think, that found on gives here that Idea of Solemnity and Horror, which, 'tis plain, our Poet intended to imprefs by this fine Defcription; and which my Emendation conveys. i. e. If it were the ftill part of the Night, or One of the Clock in the Morning, when the Sound of the Bell ftrikes upon the Ear with moft Awe and Terror. And it is very ufual with our ShakeSpeare in other Paffages to exprefs the Horror of a Midnight Bell. Then, Then, in defpight of broad-ey'd watchful day, But ah, I will not And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'it me well. eye K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st? And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lyes before me. Thou art his keeper. Doft thou understand me? Hub. And I'll keep him fo, That he shall not offend your Majesty. K. John. Death. Hub. My lord? K. John. A grave. Hub. He fhall not live. K. John. Enough. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee; [Returning to the Queen. I'll fend those pow'rs o'er to your Majefty. K. John. For England, coufin, ga. Hubert fhall be your man, t'attend on you With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the French Court. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendants. O, K. Philip. So, by a roaring tempeft on the flood, whole Armado of collected fail A Is fcatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well. K. Philip. What can go well, when we have run fo ill? Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers loft? Arthur Arthur ta'en Pris'ner? diverse dear friends Alain ♪ Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd: K. Philip. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter Conftance. Look, who comes here? a grave unto a foul, Conft. Lo, now, now fee the iffue of your peace. Conft. No, I defie all counsel, and redress, O come to me! K. Philip. O fair affliction, peace. Conft. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry; O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth, Then with a passion I would shake the world, And rouze from fleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And fcorns a modern invocation. Pand Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not forrow. K. Philip. Bind up thofe treffes; O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs; Where but by chance a filver drop hath fall'n, Ev'n to that drop ten thousand wiery friends Like true, infeparable, faithful loves, Conft. To England, if you will. K. Philip. Bind up your hairs. Conft. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? O, that these hands could fo redeem my fon, And will again commit them to their bonds; And, father Cardinal, I have heard you fay, For fince the birth of Cain, the first male-child, There was not fuch a gracious creature born. But |