Was deep-fworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Heaven knows, they were befmear'd and over-ftain'd a And fhall these hands, fo lately purg'd of blood, My reverend father, let it not be fo: Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, France, thou may'ft hold a ferpent by the tongue, C A fafting tyger fafer by the tooth, Than keep in peace that hand which thou doft hold. in both,]-the former enmity, and prefent reconciliation. cafed]-caged, pent up, irritated by confinement. K.Phil. K. Phil. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. Pand. So mak'ft thou faith an enemy to faith; And, like a civil war, fet'ft oath to oath, Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow And may not be performed by thyfelf: For that, which thou hast sworn to do amifs, And being not done, where doing tends to ill, The truth is then most done not doing it: The better act of purposes mistook Is, to mistake again; though indirect, And falfhood falfhood cures; as fire cools fire, By which thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st; Is in thyself rebellion to thyself : And better conqueft never canst thou make, when it is truly done :]-i. e. (as he explains it)" when it is not “ done at all.”—I's most amiss. The truth]-This phrafe implies, throughout this fpeech, rectitude of conduct. f though indirect,]-though this course be so. The truth thou art unfure to fwear, fwear only not to be forfworn ;]In all matters of doubt, let not thy latter oaths contradict thy former. Than arm thy conftant and thy nobler parts Upon which better part our prayers come in, So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, Faulc. Will't not be? Will not a calf's-fkin ftop that mouth of thine? Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? Against the blood that thou haft married? h What, fhall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? O husband, hear me !-ah! alack, how new Against mine uncle. Conft. Oh, upon my knee, Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Blanch. Now fhall I fee thy love; What motive may Be ftronger 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 mufe, your majefty doth seem so cold, When fuch profound refpects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. K. Phil. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall from thee. h braying]-harsh. I mufe,-I wonder, am furprifed. Conft. O fair return of banish'd majesty! K. John. France, thou fhalt rue this hour within this hour. Faul. Old time the clock-fetter, that bald fexton time, *Is it as he will? well then, France fhall rue. Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: Fair day, adieu! Which is the fide that I must go withal? I am with both each army hath a hand; Whoever wins, on that fide shall I lose; Affured lofs, before the match be play'd. Lewis. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lives. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. K. John. Coufin, go draw our puiffance together. [Exit Faulconbridge. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, K. Phil. Thy rage fhall burn thee up, and thou fhalt 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! Is it as he will ?]-Is it referred to his decifion? [Exeunt. S. CE NE II. A Field of Battle. Alarums, Excurfions: enter Faulconbridge, with Auftria's bead. Faulc. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief, Auftria's head lie there; Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. John. Hubert, keep thou this boy :-Coufin, make up; My mother is affailed in our tent, Faulc. My lord, I rescu'd her; Her highness is in fafety, fear you not: SCENE [Exeunt. III. Alarums, excurfions, retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. So fhall it be; your grace shall stay behind, [To Elinor. So ftrongly guarded.-Coufin, look not fad: [To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was. Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. 1 Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, &c. K. Jobu |