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Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder. For at hand-
(Not trafting to this halting Legate here,
Whom he hath uş'd rather for sport, than need)
Is warlike John; and in his forehead fits
A bare-ribÞ'd death ; whose office is this day,
To feast upon whole thousands of the French..

Lewis. Strike up your drums, to find this danger out,
Faulc. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.

SCENE changes to a Field of Battle.

Alarms. Enter King John and Hubert.
K.Jn. Ow goes the day with us? oh, tell me, Hubert.

Hub.Badly,I fear; how fares your Majefty?:
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me: oh, my heart is fick!

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My Lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your Majelty to leave the field ;
And send him word by me which way you go.
K.Fob. Tell him, tow'rd Swinftead, to the abbey

Mes. Be of good comfort: for the great fupply,
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Godwin-sands.
This news was brought to Richard but ev'n now;
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
And will not let me welcome this good news.
Set on tow'rd Swinstead ; to my litter ftrait;
Weakness pofseffeth me, and I am, faint. Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the French Camp.

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot.
Sal. Did not think the King fu ftorld with friends.

If they miscarry, we miscarry too.


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Sal. That mis-begotten devil, Faulconbridge,

In spite of fpite, alone upholds the day.
Pemb. They lay, King John, fore fick, hati left the field.

Enter Melun, wounded.
Melun. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
Sal. When we were happy, we had other names.
Pemb. It is the Count Melun,
Sal. Wounded to death.

Melun. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold;
Untread the rude way of rebellion, (29)
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out King Jahn, and fall before his feet:
For if the French be Lords of this lood day,
He means to recompence the pains you take,
By cutting off your heads; thus hath he sworn,
And I with him, and many more with me,
Upon the altar at St. Edmondsbury;
Ev'n on that altar, where we swore to you

(29). Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, ] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, how poor is the metaphor, of untbreading the eye: of a needle ? And, besides, as there is no mention made of a needle, how remote and obscure is the allusion without it? The text, as I have restor'd it, is easy and natural; and it is the mode of expreffion, which our Author is every where fond of, to tread and untready. the way, path, Steps, &c. So Salisbury, fays afterwards, in this scene;

We will untread the fleps of damned flight.
Henry VIIJ.
Say, Wolsey, that onee trod the


of glory. Richard IL

But tread the stranger patbs of banishment. Richard HI.

Go, tread the parb that thou shalt ne'er return
Merchant of Venice.

Where is the horse, that doth untread again
His tedious measures wi'th' unbated fire,

That he did pace them first ?

Whilft, like a puft and careless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
And in his poem, callid, Venus and Adonis ;
She treads the parbs, that the untreads again.


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Dear amity and everlasting love.

Sal. May this be possible ! may this be true!

Melun, Have I not hideous death within my view ?
Retaining but a quantity of life.
Which bleeds away, ex'n as a form of wax
Resolveth from its figure 'gaisit the fire ?
What in the world mould make me now deceive,
Since I must lose the use of ali deceit?
Why should I then be false, since it is true,
That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes


Behold another day break in the east:
But ev'n this nighi, whose black contagious breath
Already smoaks about the burning creit
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,
Ev'n this ill night, your breathing shall expire ;
Paying the fine of rated treachery,
Ev’n with a treacherous sine of all your lives,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day.
Commend me to one Hubert, with your King,
The love of him, and ihis respect besides,
(For that my grandfire was an Englishman,)


conscience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
From forth the noile and rumour of the field ;
Where I may

think the remnant of my thoughts
In peace; and part this body and my soul,
With contemplation, and devout desires.
Sal. We do believe thee, and beshrew


But I do love the favour and the form
Of this moft fair occasion, by the which
We will untread the steps of damned flight';
And, like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Stoop low within those bounds, we have o'er-look'd;
And calmly run on in obedience
Ev'n to our ocean, to our great King John.
My arm thall give thee help to bear thee hence,


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For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Right in thine eye. Away, my friends ; new flight;
And happy newness, that intends old right!

[Exeunt, leading off Melun. SCENE changes to a different part of the

French Camp.

Enter Lewis, and his Train. Lew. T Bet staid, and made the

weltern welkin bluf;
HE fun of heav'n, methought, was loth to set;
When th’Englijh measur'd backward their own ground.
In faint retire : oh, bravely came we off,
When with a volley of our needless shot,

After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
Last in the field, and almoit Lords of it!

Enter a Messenger.
Mef. Where is my Prince, the Dauphin?
Lewis. Here; what news?

Mes. The Count Melun is flain; the English Lords
By his persuasion are again fall’n off; ;
And your supply, which you have wifh'd so long,
Are caft away, and funk on Godwin sands...

Lewis. Ah foul, shrewd, news! Befhrew thy very heart,
I did not think to be so sad to-night,
As this hath made me, Who was he, that said,
King John did ny, an hour or two before
The ftumbling night did part our weary powers.

Mes. Who ever spoke it, it is true, my Lord.

Lew.Well; keep good quarter,and good care to-night; . The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.. [Exeunt.


SCENE, an open Place in the Neighbourhood

of Swinstead Abbey. Enter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, severally. Hu. Ho's therei speak, ho! speak quickly,or I shoot. Faule A friend. What

art thou?
Hub. Of the part of England.
Faulo. And whither dost thou go?

Hub. What's that to thee?
Why may not I demand of thine affairs,
As well as thou of mine?

Paulc. Hubert, I think.

Hub. Thou hast a perfe& thought: I will upon all hazards well believe Thou art my friend, that know'it my tongue so well: Who art thou ?

Fault. Who thou wilt ? and, if thou please, Thou may'st be-friend me so much, as to think, I come one way of the Plantagenets!

Hub.Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night (30), Have done me shame ; brave foldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine çar.

Faulc. Come, come; sans complement; what news abroad?:

Hub. Why here walk i, in the black brow of night, To find you out.

Faulo. Brief then : and what's the news !

Hub. O my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night;. Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

Faul. Shew me the very wound of this ill news, I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Hub. The King, I fear, is, poison'd by a Monk: (30) Urkind remembrance; thou and endless night.

Have done me nume : 1 Why, erdless night? Huberi means no more, than that one dulness of his recollection, and the darkness of the night, had disgraced him in his not knowing Faulconbridge by the tone of his voice. Our Author certainly wrote, eye lefs. Mr. Warburton likewise.concurr'd in starting this emendation.


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