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K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say

so yet:
But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say,—But let it go:
The sun 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 audience:-If the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night;
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
(Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriinent,
A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
I would into thy bosom 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'd do'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 serpent in my way;

-full of gawds,] Gawds are any showy ornaments.

using conceit alone,] Conceit here, as in many other places, signifies conception, thought,

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My lord

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

And I will keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.

K. John. Death.
Hub.
K. John.

A grave.
Hub.

He shall not live. K. John.

Enough. I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: Remember.? er. Madam, fare

you

well: I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!
K. John.

For England, cousin:
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duty.--On toward Calais, ho!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The same.

The French King's Tent.

Enter King Philip, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and

Attendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail? Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go

well.

1 Remember.] This is one of the scenes to which may be promised a lasting commendation. Art could add little to its perfection; no change in dramatick taste can injure. it; and time itself can subtract nothing from its beauties.

of convicted suil-) Overpowered, baffled, destroyed.

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K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run

so ill?

Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost ?
Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?
And bloody. England into England gone,
O’erbearing interruption, spite of France?

Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?
K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this

praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame.

Enter CONSTANCE.

Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath:-
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your

peace!

K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle

Constance!
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death:-0 amiable lovely death!
Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy détestable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy household worms;

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of breath with fulsome dust,

And stop

3 No, I defy, fc.] To defy anciently signified to refuse,

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And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love,*
O, come to me!
K. Phi.

O fair affliction, peace.
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to

cry:
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world;
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a modern invocation.

Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.

Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine; My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: I am not mad;-) would to heaven, I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget! Preach some philosophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal; For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes, And teaches me to kill or hang myself: If I were mad, I should forget my son; 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. Phi. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I

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* Misery's love, &c.] Thou, death, who art courted by Misery to come to his relief, O come to me.

moưern invocation.] i. e. trite, common. o Bind up those tresses:] It was necessary that Constance should be interrupted, because a passion so violent cannot be borne

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In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.

Const. To England, if you will. .
K. Phi.

Bind up your hairs.
Const. Yes, that I will; And wherefore will I

do it?
I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud,
O that these hands could so redeem my son,
As they have given these hairs their liberty !
But now I envy at their liberty,
And will again commit them to their bonds,
Because my poor child is a prisoner.
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.s
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him: therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. He talks to me, that never had a son.

long. I wish the following speeches had been equally happy; but they only serve to show how difficult it is to maintain the pathetick long. Johnson.

but yesterday suspire,] i. e. breathe. 8a gracious creature born.] Gracious, i, e. graceful.

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