Upon her gentle bofom, and fill up to noîtuhs «i.!: 129 Her enemies ranks? (I must withdraw and weep (27) Upon the spot of this enforced caufe ;)

To grace the gentry of a land remote,nassi !
And follow unacquainted colours here be
What, here? O nation, that thou could't remove §.
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyfelf,
And grapple thee unto a Pagan fhore!

Where these two Chriftian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it fo un-neighbourly.

Lewis. A noble temper dost thou fhew in this,
And great affection, wrestling in thy bofem,
Doth make an earthquake of nobility.
Oh, what a noble combat haft thou fought,
Between compulfion, and a brave refect!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That filverly doth progrefs on thy checks.
My heart hath melted at a Lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation:

Editors, the word Pranger is here an adjective in its ufage, and to be coupled to march, which is its fubftantive and no verb. So in Richard II.

And tread the franger paths of banishment. And fo in his poem, call'd, Tarquin and Lucrece ; But the, that never cop'd with firanger eyes. As to the ufe of this word adjectively, I have already spoke in my zd note on Midfummer Night's Dream.

(27)

I must withdraw and weep

Upon the ftot, for this enforced caufe.] Thus Mr. Pope points. and reads thefe lines: whith, if I understand the drift, is making Salisbury lay, I must go from this spot, and weep upon it "I have chofe to flick to the reading of the old copies, and to throw the pasfage into Parenthefis; this is what, I apprehend, the Poet means, Salisbury thould fay; " I must turn afide, and weep for this ftain "this difgrace, of our revolt; to which we have been enforced by "the King's proceedings.' So in the last fpeech of Salisbury to Prince Henry, the word spot again is used.

And the like tender of our love we make
To reft without a spot for evermore.

But

But this effufion of fuch manly drops,

This fhow'r, blown up by tempeft of the foul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd,
Than had I feen the vaulty top of heav'n
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this ftorm.
Commend thefe waters to those baby-eyes,
That never faw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune, other than at feafts,
Full-warm of blood, of mirth, of goffiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich profperity,

As Levis himself; fo, nobles, fhall you all,
That knit your finews to the ftrength of mine.
Enter Pandulph.

And even there, methinks, an angel fpake!
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,,
And on our actions fet the name of right
With holy breath

Pand. Hail, noble Prince of France!
The next is this: King Jahn hath reconcil'd
Himfelf to Rome; his fpirit is come in,
That fo ftood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and fee of Rome.
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,.
And tame the favage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion fofter'd up at hand,

It may lie gently at the foot of peace; :
And be no further harmful than in fhew..

Lewis. Your Grace fhall pardon me, I will not back: I am too high-born to be property'd,

To be a fecondary at controul;

Or ufeful ferving-man, and inftrument,
To any fovereign State throughout the world.
Your breath firft kindled the dead coal of war,
Between this chattis'd kingdom and myself;
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And

And brought in matter, that fhould feed this fire.
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out,
With that fame weak wird which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with int'reft to this land;
Yea, thrust this cnterprize into my heart:
And come ye now, to tell me John hath made
His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

After young Arthur, claim this land for mine:
And now it is half conquer'd, muft I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's flave? what penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition fent,
To under-prop this action? is't not I,
That undergo this charge who elfe but I,
And fuch as to my claim are liable,

Sweat in this bufinefs, and maintain this war
Have I not heard these islanders fhout out,
Vive le Roy! as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this eafy match, play'd for a crown?
And fhall I now give o'er the yielded fet?
No, on my foul, it never shall be said.

Pand. You look but on the outfide of this work.
Lewis. Outfide or infide, I will not return,
Till my attempt fo much be glorify'd,
As to my ample hope was promifed,
Before I drew this gallant head of war;
And cull'd thefe fiery fpirits from the world,
To outlook conqueft, and to win renown
Ev'n in the jaws of danger, and of death.

[Trumpet founds. What lufty trumpet thus doth fummon us?

Enter Faulconbridge.

Faule. According to the fair play of the world,
Let me have audience: I am fent to fpeak,
My holy Lord of Milain, from the King:
I come, to learn how you have dealt for him:

And

And as you anfwer, I do know the fcope
And warrant. limited unto my tongue.

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Pand. The Dauphin is too willful-oppofite,
And will not temporize with my intreaties:
He flatly fays, he'll not lay dow his arms.
Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
The youth fays well. Now hear our English King;
For thus his royalty doth fpeak in me :

He is prepar'd; and reafon too, he should.
This apifh and unmannerly approach,

This harnefs'd mask, and unadvised revel,

This unhair'd faucinefs and boyish troops, (28)

(28) This unheard faucinefs, and boyish troops,] Thus the printed copies in general: but unbeard is an epithet of very little force, ur meaning here; befides let us obferve how 'tis coupled. Faulconbridge is fneering at the Dauphin's invafion, as an unadvis'd enterprize, favouring of youth and indifcretion; the refult of childifinefs, and unthinking rafhnefs: and he feems altogether to dwell en this character of it, by calling his preparation boyish troops, dwarfish war, pigmy arms, &c, So before, in the 1ft fcene of this act, Faulconbridge fays;

fhall a beardlefs boy,

A cockred, filken, wanton brave our fields? Let me fubjoin a few inftances to fhew, that this epithet unhair'd is very much in the mode of our Shakespeare's expreffion. So, 15. Macbeth.

And many unrough youths, That even now proteft their first of manhood. Love's Labour loft.

I'll mark no words that fmooth-fac'd lovers fay,

Antony and Cleopatra.

or who knows,

If the fearce bearded Cæfar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you?

Coriolanus.

Tempeft.

Henry V.

When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The brifled lips before him.

Till new-born chins

Be rough and razırable.

For who is he, whofe chin is but enrich'd-
With one appearing hair,

And in his poem, call'd, Venus and Adonis ;

Whofe beams upon his birles face are fix'd

The

The King doth fm'le at; and is well-prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, thefe pigmy arms,
From out the circle of his territories.

That hand which had the ftrength, ev'n at your door,
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;
To dive, like bucket in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter or your ftable-planks,

To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chefts and trunks;
To herd with fwine; to feek fweet fafety out,
In vaults and prifons; and to thrill, and shake,
Ev'n at the crying of our nation's crow,
Thinking his voice an armed English-man;
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your, chambers gave you chastisement ?
No; know, the gallant Monarch is in arms;
And like an eagle o'er his airy tow'ts,
To foufe annoyance that comes near his neft.
And you degen'rate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neros', ripping up the womb
Of your dear mother England, blush for shame.
For your own Ladies, and pale-vifag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
'Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.

Lewis. There end thy brave, and turnthy face in peace; We grant, thou canft out-fcold us; fare thee well: We hold our time too precious to be spent

With fuch a babler.

Pand. Give me leave to speak..

Faule. No, I will speak.

Lewis. We will attend to neither:

Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war

Plead for our int'reft, and our being here.

Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And fo fhall you, being beaten; do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And ev'n at hand a drum is ready brac'd, That fhall reverb'rate all as loud as thine.

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