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Changes to a Field of Battle.

Alarms, Excurfions: Enter Faulconbridge, with
Auftria's Head.


W, by my life, this day grows wond'rous hot;


'Some airy devil hovers in the sky,

And pours down mifchief. Auftria's head lie there.
Thus hath King Richard's fon perform'd his vow,
And offer'd Auftria's blood for facrifice

Unto his father's ever-living foul.

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert.

K. John. There, Hubert, keep this boy. Richard,

make up;

My mother is affailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

Faul. My Lord, I refcu'd her:
Her highness is in fafety, fear you not.
But on, my Liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.

3 Some airy devil. -] We must read, Some fiery devil, if we will have the cause equal to the effect. WARBURTON.

There is no end of fuch alterations; every page of a vehement and negligent writer will afford opportunities for changes of terms, if mere propriety will


juftify them. Not that of this change the propriety is out of controverfy. Dr. Warburton will have the devil fiery, because he' makes the day hot; the author makes him airy, because he hovers in the fky, and the heat and mischief are natural confequences of his malignity.

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Alarms, Excurfions, Retreat. Re-enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, Faulconbridge, Hubert, and Lords.

K. John. So fhall it be your Grace shall stay be


[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.
Artb. O, this will make my mother die with grief.
K. John. Coufin, away for England; hafte before,
[To Faulconbridge
And, ere our coming, fee thou fhake the bags
Of hoarding Abbots; their imprifon'd angels
Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Muft by the hungry now be fed upon.

Ufe our commiffion in its utmost force.



Faulc. Bell, book, and candle fhall not drive me

When gold and filver beck me to come on.
I leave your highnefs-Grandam, I will pray
(If ever I remember to be holy)

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For your fair fafety; fo I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewel, my gentle cousin.

K. John. Coz, farewel.

[Exit Faulc.

Eli. Come, hither, little kinfman ;-hark, a word. [Taking him to one fide of the stage.

K. John. [To Hubert on the other fide.

Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of fleth
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 cherished.
Give me thy hand, I had a thing to fay-
But I will fit it with fome better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I'm almoft afham'd
To fay what good refpect I have of thee.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty.

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

...But thou fhalt have-and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good."
I had a thing to fay-but, let it go:
The fun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleafures 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 drowfy race of night;
If this fame were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou poffeffed with a thoufand wrongs;
Or if that furly spirit Melancholy

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

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Or if 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 loy'ft me well,
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Tho' that my death were adjunct to my act,
By heav'n, I'd do't.

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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,

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 so,

That he shall 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:


Madam, fare you well.

[Returning to the Queen.

I'll fend those pow'rs o'er to your Majesty,

Eli. My bleffing go with thee!

K. John. For England, coufin, go.
Ilulert fhall be your man, t'attend on you
With all true duty; on, toward Calais, ho!



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Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulpho, and Attendance,

K. Philip.



O, by a roaring tempeft on the flood, A whole Armada of collected fail. Is fcatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship.

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

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Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loft?
Arthur ta'en Pris'ner? divers dear friends flain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'er-bearing interruption, spite of France?

Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd:
So hot a speed with fuch advice difpos'd,
Such temp'rate order in fo fierce a course,


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

K. Philip. Well could I bear that England had this

So we could find fome pattern of our shame.

5 A whole Armada, &c.] This fimilitude, as little as it makes for the purpose in hand, was, I do not question, a very taking one when the play was first reprefented; which was a winter or two at most, after the Spanish invafion in 1588. It was in reference likewife to that glorious period that Shakespeare concludes his play in that triumphant man


Thus England never did, nor
never jhall,

Iye at the proud foot of a con-
queror, &c.

But the whole play aboundswith touches relative to the then pofture of affairs. WARBURTON. This play, fo far as I can difcover, was not played till a long time after the defeat of the Armada. The old play, I think, wants this fimile. The commentator fhould not have affirmed what he could only guess.

in fo fierce a CAUSE,] We should read COURSE, i. e. march. The Oxford Editor condefcends to this emendation.



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