K. John. Coufin, away for England; hafte before:

[To Faulconbridge.

And, ere our coming, fee thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels
Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Muft by the hungry, now be fed upon :
Use our commiffion in his utmost force.

Faulc. Bell book and candle fhall not drive me back, When gold and filver becks me to come on.

I leave your highness.-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy)

For your

fair fafety; fo I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewell, gentle cousin.

K. John. Coz, farewell.

[Exit Faulc.

Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.

[Taking him to one fide of the ftage.

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,

We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh

There is a foul, counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath.
Lives in this bofom, dearly cherish'd.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to fay,
But I will fit it with fome better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty.

fo

K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so yet:

But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.

m The fat ribs of peace]-the ecclefiaftical revenues.
by the hungry,]-the hungry troops.

• Bell book and candle]-alluding to the Romish curfe, pronounced by the priest during mafs; the book open, candles lighted, and facring bell rung.

I had

I had a thing to say,-But let it go:
The fun 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 aduience :-If the midnight bell
'Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound on unto the drowfy race of night;
If this fame were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffeffed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that furly fpirit, melancholy,

Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
(Which, elfe, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideót, laughter, 'keep men's eyes,
And ftrain their cheeks to idle merriment,

A paffion hateful to my purposes)

Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,

Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words;
Then, in defpight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bofom 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 would do it.

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 ferpent in my way;

-Sound one.

of gawds, to give me]-fhowy appearances, for thee to give me.
Had with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sounden unto, &c.-founded unto, &c.-
trickling.
keep]-abide in, difplay itself there.
adjunct]-annexed, united. POEMS, 481.

And,

And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: Doft thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him fo,

That he fhall 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;
Well, I'll not fay what I intend for thee:
Remember.Madam, fare you well:
I'll fend thofe powers o'er to your majesty.
Eli. My bleffing go with thee!

K. John. For England, coufin, go:
Hubert fhall be your man, attend on you

With all true duty.-On towards Calais, ho!

[Exeunt.

Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and Attendants.

K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempeft on the flood, A whole "armado of collected fail

Is fcatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship.

Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.
K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run so ill?

Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft?

Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends flain?
And bloody England into England gone,

O'er-bearing interruption, fpite of France?

Parmado of collected fail]-a fleet of war.-convicted-subdued.— canne&cd.

Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd: So hot a speed with fuch advice difpos'd,

W

Such temperate order in fo fierce a cause,

Doth want example; Who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?

K. Phil. 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;
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath :-
I pr'ythee, lady, go away with me.

Conft. Lo, now! now fee the iffue of your peace!

K. Phil. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!

Conft. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redrefs,
Death, death:-Oh amiable lovely death!
Thou odoriferous ftench! found rottennefs!
Arife forth from the couch of lafting night,
Thou hate and terror to profperity,
And I will kifs thy deteftable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy houfhold worms;

And stop this gap of breath with fulfome duft,
And be a carrion monfter like thyself:

Come, grin on me; and I will think thou fmil'ft,

in fo fierce a cause,]—in a cause so precipitately conducted-fierce courfe-conflict, courfe in the lifts. breath:]-mortality. defy]-reject with difdain.

All ftudies here I folemnly defy."

HENRY IV. Part I. A&t I. S. 3. Hot.

7 this gap of breath]—my mouth.

And

And bufs thee as thy wife! Mifery's love,

Oh, come to me!

K. Phil. Oh fair affliction, peace.

Conft. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :Oh, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a paffion would I shake the world;

And rouze from fleep that fell anatomy,

Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,

Which fcorns a modern invocation.

Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not forrow.
Conft. Thou art unholy to belie me fo

I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine;
My name is Conftance; I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft:

I am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were!
For then, 'tis like I fhould forget myself:
Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget!-
Preach fome philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
For, being not mad, but fenfible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reafon
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myfelf:
If I were mad, I fhould forget my fon;
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he:
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity.

K. Phil. Bind up thofe treffes: Oh, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs!

Where but by chance a filver drop hath fallen,

Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends

Do glew themselves in fociable grief;

a anatomy,]-keleton.

modern-common, ordinary.-mother's.