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pome proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? Lady. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy, Lady. Hast thoudeny'd thyselfa Faulconbridge: Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at Sir Robert? Phil. As faithfully as I deny the devil. [ther? He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou. [while? Lady. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy fa

Phil. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a 5 By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
Gur. Good leave', good Philip.

To make room for him in my husband's bed :-
Phil. Philip ? ----sparrow! - James,

Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! There's toys abroad?; anon I'll tell thee more. Thou art the issue of my dear offence,

[Exit James. Which was so strongly urged, past my defence. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son;

10 Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Madam, I would not wish a better father. Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, Sir Robert could do well ; Marry, to confess! And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, We know his handywork:—Therefore, goul mo. 15 Subjected tribute to commanding love, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? (ther, Against whose fury and unmatched force Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

The awless lion could not wage the fight, Lady. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hands. That for thine own gain should'st defend mine He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, honour?

20 May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave: With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Phil. Knight, knight, good mother,--Basilisco Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well like':

When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
What! I am dub'd; I have it on my shoulder. Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son; 25 And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
I have disclaimed Sir Robert, and my land; If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
Legitimation, name, and all is gone:

Who says, it was, he lyes; I say, 'twas not.
Then, good my mother, let me know my father ;s

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But with a heart full of unstained love: Before the walls of Angiers in France.

35 Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.

Lewis. A noble boy! Who would not do thee Enter Philip King of France, Lewis the Dauphin,

right:
the Archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur. Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
Levis. BEFORE Anglers well met, brave As seal to this indenture of my love;

40 That to my home I will no more return,
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,

Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, By this brave duke came early to his grave:

from other lands her islanders, And, for amends to his posterity,

45 Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main, At our importance hither is he come,

That water-walled bulwark, still secure To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf; And confident from foreign purposes, And to rebuke the usurpation

Even 'till that utmost corner of the west, Oi thy unnatural uncle, English John ;

Salute thee for her king : 'till then, fair boy, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. 50 Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Arthur. God shall forgive you Cæur-de-lion's Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's Tie rather, that you give bis oilspring life, [death,

thanks,

strength, Snadowing their righii under your wings of war: 'Till your strong hand shall help to give him I give you welcome with a powerless hand, To make a more requital to your love.

Good leave means a rendy assent. ? i. e. rumours, idle reports. "Faulconbridge's words here carry a concealed piece of satire on astupiddrama of thatage, printed in 1599, and called Soliman and Perseda. In this piece there is the character of a bragging cowardly knight, called Basilisco. His pretension to valour is so blown, and seen through, that Piston, a buttoon servant in the play, jumps upon his back, and will not disengage him, till he makes Basilisco swear upon his dudgeon dagger that he was a knate, knare, knave, and no knight, knight, knight, as Basilisco arrogantly stiled himself. In the same manper Philip, when his inother calls him knave, throws off that reproach by humorously laying claim to his new dignity of knighthood. “Shakspeare here alludes to the old metrical romance of Richard Cour de lion, wherein this once celebrated monarch is related to have acquired his distinguishing ap pllation, by having plucked out a lion's hear. to whose fury he was exposed by the duke of Austria, for having slain his son with a blow of his fist. ' i. e. iinportunity. i. e. greater.

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Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift England we love; and for that England's sake, In such a just and charitable war. [their swords With burthen of our armour here we sweat': K. Philip. Well then, to work; our cannon

This toil of ours should be a work of thine; shall be bent

But thou from loving England art so far, Against the brows of this resisting to:«n.- 5 That thou hast under-wrought its lawful king, Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

Cut off the sequence of posterity, To cull the plots of best advantages:

Out-faced infant state, and done a rape We'll lay before this town our royal bones, 'pon the maiden virtue of the crown. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen’s blood, Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; But we will make it subject to this boy.

10 These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,

This little abstract doth contain that large, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood: Which dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of time My lord Chatillon may from England bring Shall draw this briet into as huge a volume. That right in peace, which here we urge in war; That Geffrey was the elder brother born, And then we shall repent each drop of blood,

15 And this his son; England was Geffrey's right, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God, Enter Chatillon.

How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, K. Philip. A wonder, lady !--lo, upon thy wish, When living blood doth in these temples beat, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.

Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest? What England says, say brietly, gentle lord,

120 K. John. From whom hast thou this great Wecoldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. (siege,

commission, France, Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry

To draw my answer from thy articles? (thoughts And stir them up against a mightier task.

K. Phil. I'rom tl:atsupernal judge, thatstirs good England, impatient of your just demands,

In any breast of strong authority, Hath put hinself in arins; the adverse winds,

23 To look into the blots and stains of right. Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time

That judge hath made me guardian to this boy: To land his legions ali as soon as 1 :

Under whose warrant, i impeach thy wrong; His marches are expedient to this town,

And by whose help, I mean to chastise it. His forces strong, his suidiers confident.

K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. With him is come along the mother-queen,

301 K, Phil. Excuse it ; 'tis to beat usurping down, An Ate, stirring bim to blood and strite;

Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France? With her, her niece, the lady Blauch of Spain;

Const. Let ine makeanswer;—thy usurping son. With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; And all the unsettled humours of the land,- Thatthou may'st be a queen, and check the world! Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

35) Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, With ladies' faces, and tiery dragons' spleens,

As thine was to thy husband : and this boy Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,

Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, Bearing their birthrights prouilly on their backs,

Than thou and John in manners; being as like, To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

As rain to water, or devil to his dam. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,

40 My boy a bastard! By my soul, I think, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,

His father never was so true begot ; Did never float upon the swelling tide,

It cannot be, an if thou wert his mother. [father. To do vffence and scath? in Christendom.

Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy The interruption of their chúrlish drums

Const. There's a good grandain, boy, that

would błot thee, Cuts off more circumstance: They are at hand,

Aust. Peace! To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare.

Faule. Hear the crier. K. Philip. How much unlook'd for is this ex

Aust. What the devil art thou? pedition!

Faule. Onethat will play the devil, sir, with you, Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much 50 An a' may catch your hide and

you alone. We must awake endeavour for defence;

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, For courage mounteth with occasion:

Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; Let them be welcome then, we are prepar’d.

l'll smoak your skin-coat, an I catch

you right;

Sirrah, look to't; i'faith, I will, i'faith. Enter King John, Fajfconbridge, Elinor, Blanch, 55 Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Pembroke, and others.

That did disrobe the lion of that robe! K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace Faule. It lies as sightly on the back of him, Ourjust and lineal entrance to our own!

As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass:If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to beaven! But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; Whiles we, God's wrathtul agent, do correct 60 Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. Their proudcontempt that beat his peacetoheaven. Aust. What cracker is this same, that deafs our

K. Philip. Peace beto England; if that warreturn With this abundance of superfluous breath? [ears From France to England, there to live in peace! King Lewis, determine what we shall do strait. ? That is, expeditious, i. e. destruction, harm. 'i. e. undermined.

K. Philip.

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K. Philip. Women, and fools, break off your Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. conference.

[Trumpets sound. King John, this is the very sum of all,

Enter Citizens upon the walls. England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, 1 Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls? In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:

K. Phil. 'Tis France, for England. Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms? K. John. England, for itself:

K. John. My life as soon:-Ido defy thee France. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects,-, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand: K., Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more

subjects, Than e'er the coward hand of France can win: 10 Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. Submit thee, boy.

K. John. For our advantage ; –Therefore, hear Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.

Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child: These flags of France, that are advanced bere Give grandam kingdom, and it' grandam will Before the eyes and prospect of your town, Give it a plum, a cherry, and a nig:

15 Have hither march'd to your endamagement: There's a good grandam.

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; Arth. Good my mother, peace!

And ready mounted are they, to spit forth I would, that I were low laid in my grave ; Their iron indignatiou 'gainst your walls: I am not worth this coil that's made for me. All preparation for a bloody siege, Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he 20 And merciless proceeding by these French, weeps.

Confronts your city's eyes, your winking gates; Const.Now shameuponyou,whe’rshe does or no! And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Hisgrandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, That as a waist do girdle you about, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor By the compulsion of their ordinance Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; [eyes, 25 By this time from their fixed beds of lime Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib’d Had been dishabited, and wide havock made To do him justice, and revenge on you.

For bloody power to rush upon your peace. Eli. Thoumonstrousslandererof heavenand earth! But, on the sight of us, your lawful king,Const. Thoumonstrous injurerofheavenandearth! Who, painfully, with inuch expedient march, Call not me slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp 30 Have brought a countercheck before your gates, The dominations, royalties, and rights,

To saveunscratch'd yourcity's threaten’d cheeks,-Of this oppressed boy: This is the eldest son's son, Behold, the French, amaz'd, rouchsafe a parle; Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

And now, instead of bullets wrap'd in fire, Thy sins are visited in this poor child;

To make a shaking fever in your walls, The canon of the law is laid on him,

|35 They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, Being but the second generation

To make a faithless error in your ears: . Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, K. John. Beldam, have done.

And let us in, your king; whose laboured spirits, Const. I have but this to say,

Forweary'd in this action of swift speed, That he's not only plagued for her sin, 40 Crave harbourage within your city walls. But God hath made her sin and her the plague K. Phil. When I have said, make answer to us On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,

Lo, in this right hand, whose protection [both.
And with her'.-Plague her son; his injury, Is most divinely vow'd upon the right
Hler injury, the beadle to her sin,

Of bim it holds, stands your Plantagenet;
All punish'd in the person of this child, 45 Son to the elder brother of this man,
And all for her?; A plague upon her!

And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys:
Eli. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce For this down-trodden equity, we tread
A will, that bars the title of thy son. [will: In warlike march these greens before your town;

Const. Ay, who dloubts that? a will! a wicked Being no further enemy to you,
A woman's will; a cankred granddam's will ! 50 Than the constraint of bo pitable zeal,

K. Phil. Peac.lady; pause, or be more tempe- In the relief of this oppressed child,
It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim' [rate: Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
To these ill-tuned repetitions.-

To pay that duty, which you truly owe,
Some trumpet summon hither to the walls To hin that owrs' it; namely, this young prince;
These men of Angiers; let us hear them speak, 155 And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear,

i Dr. Johnson thus explains this very obscure passage: “He is not only made miserable by vengeance for her sin or crime; but her sin, her offspring, and she, are made the instruments of that yengeance, on this descendant; who, though of the scond generation, is plagued for her and with her: to whom she is not only the cause but the iustrument of evil.” The same able and judicious commentator assigns the following meaning to this perplexed sentence: “Instead of inflicting vengeance on this innocent and remote descendant, punish her son, her immediate offspring: then the affliction will fall where it is deserved; his injury will be her injnry, and the misery of her sin; her son will be a beadle, or chastiser, to her crimes, which are now all punished in the person of this child.wie, to encourage. See note', p. 57, .i. e. owns it.

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Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up; Much work for tears in many an English mother, Our cannons' malice vainly shall be spent

Whose sous lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground: Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; Many a widow's husband groveling lies, And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire,

Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis’d, 5 And victory, with little loss, doth play We will bear home that lusty blood again, Upon the dancing banners of the French; Which here we came to spout against your town,

Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. To enter conquerors, and to proclaim But if you fondly pass our proffer'd ofter, Arthur of Bretagne, Englanưs king and yours. 'Tis not the roundure of your old fac'd walls 10 Enter English Herald, with trumpets. Can hide you from our messengers of war;

E. Iler. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your Though all these English, and their discipline,

bells;

[proach, Were harbour'd in their rude circumterence. King John, your king, and England's, doth apThen, tell us, shall your city call us lord,

Commander of this hot malicious day! In that behalf which we have challeng'd it? 15 Their armours, that march'd henceso silver-bright, Or shall we give the signal to our rage,

Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; And stalk in blood to our possession? [jects; There stuck no plume in any English crest,

Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's sub- That is removed by a stail of France;
For him, and in his right, we hold this town. [in. Our colours do return in those same hands

X. Joh". Acknowledgethenthe king, and let me 20 That did display them when we first march'd forth;

Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the king, And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come To him will we prove loyal ; 'till that time, Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foes: K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove Open your gates, and give the victors way: [hold, the king?

25 Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might beAnd, if not that, I bring you witnesses,

From first to last, the onset and retire Twice fifteenthousand heartsof England's breed,- Of both your armies; whose equality Fyulc. Bastards, and else.

By our best eyes cannot be censured : [blows; K. John.To verify our title with their lives. Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd K. Phil. As many, and as well-born bloods as 30 Strength match'd with strength, and power conFaule. Some bastards too.

[those,

fronted power: K. Phil.-Stand in his face, to contradict his Both are alike; and both alike we like. claim.

One must provegreatest; whilethey weigh so even, Cit."Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We hold our town for neither: yet for both. Wę, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. 135 Enter the two King, witb their powers, of several doors.

K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those K.John. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast That to their everlasting residence,

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Say, shall the current of our right run on? [away? Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, Whose passage vext with thy impediment, In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king !

Shall leave bis native channel, and o'er-swell K. Phil. Amen, Amen ! Mount, chevaliers 40 With course disturb'd even thy confining shores; to arms!

[and e'er since Unless thou let his silver water keep Faule. Saint George, -that swing’d the dragon, A peaceful

progress to the ocean. [blood, Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,

K.Phil. England, thou hast not sav'done drop of Teach us some fence!--Sirrah, were I at home, In this hot trial, more than we of France; At your den, sirrab, with your lioness, 45 Rather, lost more: and by this hand I swear, I'd set an ox-head to your lion's hide,

That sways the earth this climate over-looks, And make a monster of you.

[To Austria. Before we will lay by our just-borne arms, [bear, Aust. Peace; no more.

We'll put thee down,'gainst whom these arms we Faule. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. Or adi) a royal number to the dead;

K. John. Up higher to the plain; where we'll 50 Gracing the scrowl, that tells of this war's loss, In best appointment, all our regiments. [set forth, With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.

Faule. Speed then, to take advantage or the field. Faulc. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers,

K. Phil. It shall be so; and at the other hill When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! Command the rest to stand.-God, and our right! Oh, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel;

[Ereunt. 55 The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his phangs; SCEN E II.

And now he feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,

In undetermin'd differences of kings. After excursions, enter the Herald of France,

Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? with trumpets, to the gates.

Cry, Havock, kings ! back to the stained field, F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your 60 You equal potents”, fiery-kindled spirits ! And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in ; [gates Then let confusion of one part confirm [death! Who, by the hand of France, this day hath madel (The other's peace; 'till then, blows, blood and 'i, e. the circle. ? i. e. command slaughter to proceed. Potentates.

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K.John. Whose party do the townsmen yet ad- Cit. Hear us, great kings: vouchsafe a while mit?

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to stay, X. Phil. Speak, citizens, for England; who's And I shall shew you peace, and fair-fac'd league; Cit. The king of England, when we know the Win you this city without stroke, or wound; king.

[his right. 5 Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, K. Phil. Know him in us, that here hold up That here come sacrifices for the field:

K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Persever not, but hear me, mighty hings. And bear possession of our person here;

K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

to hear.

[Blanch, Cit. A greater power, than he, denies all this; 10 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady And, 'till it be undoubted, we do lock

Is near to England: Look upon the years
Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates: Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid:
Kings of our fears; until our fears, resolv’d, If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
Faule. By heaven, these scroyles' of Angiers 15 If zealous' love should go in search of virtue,
tlout you, kings;

Where should be find it purer than in Blanch?
And stand securely on their battlements,

If love ambitious sought a match of birth, As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? At your industrious scenes and acts of death. Such as she is in beauty, virtue, birth, Your royal presences be rul’d by me;

20 Is the young Dauphin every way complete: Do like ihe inutinies of Jerusalem,

If not complete, oh say, he is not slie;
Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend And she again wants nothing, to name want,
Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: If want it be not, that she is not he:
By east and west let France and England mount He is the half part of a blessed man,
Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths; 25 Left to be finished by such a she;
'Till their foul-fearing clamours have brawld down And she a tair divided excellence,
The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city: Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

Oh, two such silver currents, when they join,
Even 'till unfenced desolation

Do glorify the banks that bound them in : Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

30 And two such shores to two such streams made one, That done, dissever your united strengths, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, And part your mingled colours once again; To these two princes, if you marry them. Turn face to face, and bloody point to point:

This union shall do more than battery can, Ther, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match, Out of one side her happy minion;

35 With swifter spleen' than powder can enforce, i To'whom in favour she shall give the day, The mouth of passage shall we tling wide ope, And kiss him with a glorious victory.

And give you entrance: but, without this match,
How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? The sea-enraged is not half so deaf,
Smacks it not something of the policy?

Lions more confident, mountains and rocks K.John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our 40 More free from motion; no, not death himself heads,

In mortal fury half so peremptory,
I like it well:-France, shall we knit our powers, As we to keep this city.
And lay this Angiers even with the ground;

Faule. Here's a stay,
Then, after, tight who shall be king of it? That shakes the rotten carcase of old death

Fuule. An if thou hast the mettle of a king, - 45Out of his rags! Here's a large inouth, indeed,
Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town, That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and
Turn thon the mouth of thy artillery,

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, (seas;
As we will ours, against these saucy walls : As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, What canoneer begot this lusty blood ? [bounce;
Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mell, 50 Ile speaks plain cannon, tire, and smoke, and
Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell. He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
K.Philip. Let it be so: Say, where will you Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his,
assault?

But buffets better than a fist of France:
K. John. We from the west will send destruction Zounds! I was never so bethumpt with words,
Into the city's bosom.

55 Since I first call'd iny brother's father, dad. Aust. I from the north.

Eli.Son,list to this conjunction, makethis match;
K. Philip. Our thunder from the south Give with our niece a dowry large enough:
Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie
Faule. O prudent discipline! From north to Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown,
south;

60 That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth: The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.,

Aside. I see a yielding in the looks of France;. ESQUES I'll stir them to it: Come, away! away! Mark, how they whisper: urge them, while their

'i. e. scabby, scrophulous fellows. 2 The Lady Blanch was niece to king John by his sister Eleanor. 3i, e. pious. : Our author uses spleen for any violent hurry, or tumultuous speed,

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