Thy fins are vifited on this poor child; Conft. I have but this to say, That he's not only plagued for her fin, Eli. Thou unadvifed fcold, I can produce A will, that bars the title of thy fon. Conft. Ay, who doubts that? a will!a wicked will; have but this to say, That he's not only plagued for her He's not only plagued for her fin, &r. He is not only made miferable by vengeance for her fin or crime, but her fin, her offspring, and fhe, are made the inftruments of that vengeance, on this defcendant, who, though of the fecond generation, is plagued for her and with her; to whom the is not only the capfe but the inAtrument of evil. plexed. All the editions read, I And with her plague her fin; his injury, Her injury, the beadle to her fin, All punish'd in the perfon of this Plagu'd for her And with her. That is; inftead of inflicting The next claufe is more per A A woman's will, a cankred grandam's will. K. Phil. Peace, Lady; paufe, or be more tempe rate: 7 It ill befeems this prefence to cry Aim To these ill tuned repetitions. Some trumpet fummon hither to the walls SCENE III. Trumpets found Enter a Citizen upon the Walls. Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls? K. John. England for itself; You men of Angiers and my loving fubjects K. Phil. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's fubjects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle K. John. For our advantage--therefore hear us Thefe flags of France, that are advanced here 7 It ill befeems this prefence to to cry aim had been to incite no cry Aim To thefe ill tuned repetitions,] Dr. Warburton has well obferved on one of the former plays that to cry aim is to encourage. I once thought it was borrowed from archery; and that aim! having been the word of command, as we now fay prefent! tice, or raife attention. But I rather think, that the old word of applaufe was J'aime, love it, and that to applaud was to cry Jaime, which the English, not cafily pronouncing Je, funk into aime or aim. Our exclamations of applause are still borrowed, as bravo, and encore. All preparations for a bloody fiege And merciless proceeding, by thefe French, By the compulfion of their ordinance - Which trust accordingly, kind citizens; And let in us, your King, whofe labour'd fpirits, K. Philip. When I have faid, make anfwer to us Lo! in this right hand, whose protection And King o'er him, and all that he enjoys. In warlike march these greens before your town: Than the constraint of hofpitable zeal, Save Save in aspect, hath all offence feal'd up; With unhack'd fwords, and helmets all unbruis'd, Cit. In brief, we are the King of England's fubjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. Jobn. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in. Cit. That can we not; but he that proves the King, To him will we prove loyal; till that time, And if not that, I bring you witneffes, Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed-, Faulc. (Baftards, and elfe!) K. John. To verify our title with their lives. K. Phil. As many, and as well born bloods as those Faul. (Some baftards too!) AK. Phil. Stand in his face to contradict his claim. That That to their everlasting refidence, Before the dew of evening fall, fshall fleet, K. Philip. Amen, Amen.-- Mount, chevaliers, to arms! Faule. Saint George, that fwing'd the dragon, and e'er fince Sits on his horseback at mine hoftefs' door, Teach us fome fence. Sirrah, were I at home Auft. Peace, no more. [To Auftria. Faulc. O, tremble; for you hear the Lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain! where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments. Faulc. Speed then to take th' advantage of the field. K. Philip. It fhall be fo-and at the other hill Command the reft to ftand. God, and our right! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. After excurfions, enter the Herald of France with trumpets to the gates. F. Her. Ye men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur Duke of Bretagne in ; Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose fons lye scatter'd on the bleeding ground: And many a widow's husband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the difcolour'd earth; While victory with little lofs doth play Ye men of Angiers, &c.] of the widow's husband embracing This fpeech is very poetical and the earth, is juft and beautiful. Smooth, and, except the conceit Upon |