And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? To underprop this action? is't not I, That undergo this charge? who else but I, m Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. [Trumpet founds. What lufty trumpet thus doth fummon us? 1 bank'd]-approach'd, fail'd by the banks of. the yielded jet-the prize I've gain'd. Te out-look]-to feck out. Enter Enter Faulconbridge, attended. Faulç. According to the fair-play of the world, Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-oppofite, That hand, which had the ftrength, even at your door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch'; To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells ; To crouch in litter of your ftable planks; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chefts and trunks; In vaults and prifons; and to thrill, and shake, • This unbair'd faweinefs,]-This infult offer'd by a beardless youthunheard. P take the batch ;]-fkulk behind it. flable planks ;]-stalls. HENRY VI. Part I. the crying of your nation's crow,]—the found of K. John's name, that feare-crow of the French, as Talbot is ftiled. A&I. S. 4. "The cry of Talbot ferves me for a sword." A& II. S. 1. Sol. Thinking Thinking this voice an armed Englishman ;- To foufe annoyance that comes near his neft.- Lewis. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in We grant, thou canft out-fcold us: fare thee well; With fuch a " brabler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Faulc. No, I will speak. Lewis. We will attend to neither : Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Lewis. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Faulc. And thou fhalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Field of Battle. Alarums. Enter King John, and Hubert. K. John. How goes the day with us? oh, tell me, Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty? K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me fo long, Lies heavy on me; Oh, my heart is fick! Enter a Messenger. Mef. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, Defires your majefty to leave the field; And fend him word by me, which way you go. K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there. Mef. Be of good comfort; for the great fupply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin fands. K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE IV. The French Camp. Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. Sal. I did not think the king sq ftor'd with friends. Pemb. Up once again; put fpirit in the French; If they miscarry, we mifcarry too. Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In fpight of spight, alone upholds the day. W Pemb. They fay, king John, fore fick, hath left the field. Melun. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold; * Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again difcarded faith. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Sal. May this be poffible! may this be true! " Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,]-Clear it from all film, that it may fee the path back to duty;-lay afide the rude work. x The Dauphin. |