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That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commoI can with ease translate it to my will;

dity, Or, if you ill (to speak more properly,) Commodity, the bias of the world; I will enforce it easily to my love.

The world, who of itself is peised well, Further I will not flatter you, my lord,

Made to run even, upon even ground; That all I see in you is worthy love,

Till this advantage, ibis vile drawing bias, Than this, that nothing do I see in you

This sway of motion, this commodity, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be Makes it take head from all indifferency, your judge,).

From all direction, purpose, course, intent : That I can find should merit any hate.

And this same bias, this commodity, K. John. What say these young ones? What This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, say you, my niece?

Clapp'd on the outward eye of tickle France, Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, What in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say.

From a resolı'd and honourable war, K. John. Speak then, prince Dauphin ; can you To a most base and vile-concluded peace.love this lady?

And why rail I on this commodity?
Lew. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love, But for because he hath not woord me yet:
For I do love her most unseignedly.

Not that I have the power to clutch' my hand, K. John. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, When his fair angelse would salute my palm: Maine,

But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. With her to thee; and this addition more, Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Full thirty thousand marks of English coin. And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; Philip of France, if thou be pleas'd withal, And being rich, my virtue then shall be, Command thy son and daughter to join hands. To say,—there is no vice, but beggary : K. Phi. Ii likes us well ;- Young princes, closeSince kings break faith upon commodity,

Gain, be my lord! for I will worship thee! [Exit. Aust. And your lips too; for, I am well assurd, That I did so, when I was first assur'd.!

K. Phi. Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, Let in that amity which you have made ;

ACT III.

. For at saint Mary's chapel, presently, The rites of marriage shall be solemniz'd.

SCENE 1.The same. The French king's tent. Is not the lady Constance in this trvop?

Enter Constance, Arthur, and Salisbury. I know, she is not ; for this match, made up, Her presence would have interrupted much : Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a Where is she and her son ? tell me, who knows. Lew. She is sad and passionate at your high-|False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be ness' tent.

friends! K. Phi. And, by my faith, this league, that we shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those prohave made,

vinces ? Will give her sadness very little cure.

It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard ; Brother of England, how may we content Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : This widow lady? In her right we came; It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so: Which we, God knows, have turned another way, I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word To our own vantage.3

Is but the vain breath of a common man: K. John.

We will heal up all : Believe me, I do not believe thee, man; For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne, I have a king's oath to the contrary, And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, We make him lord of.—Call the lady Constance; For I am sick, and capable of fears; Some speedy messenger bid her repair

Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ; To our solemnity :- I trust we shall,

A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; If not öll up the measure of her will,

A woman, naturally born to fears ; Yet in some measure satisfy her so,

And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, That we shall stop her exclamation.

With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, Go we, as well as haste will suffer us,

But they will quake and tremble all this day. To this unlook'd for unprepared pomp.

What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? [Exeunt all but the Bastard. - The Citizens Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? retire from the walls.

What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Bast. Mad world! mad kings ! mad composition ! || Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, John, to stop Arthur's title in the whole,

Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? Hath willingly departed with a part :

Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? And France (whose armour conscience buckled on; Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As God's own soldier,) rounded in the ear

Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them false,
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil ; That give you cause to prove my saying true.
That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith ; Const. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Chat daily break-vow ; he that wins of all, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ;
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids;- || And let belief and life encounter so,
Who having no external thing to lose

As doth the fury of two desperate men,
But the word maid, “cheats the poor maid of that;Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.-

(1) Affianced. (2) Mournful. (3) Advantage. (6) Poised, balanced. (7) Clasp.
(4) Conspired. (5) Interest.

(8) Coin. (9) Susceptible. (10) Appearing.

peace!

war.

Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou ? || K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause France friend with England! what becomes of To curse the fair proceedings of this day: me?

Have I not pawnd to you my majesty ?
Fellow, be gone ; I cannot brook thy sight; Const. You have beguil'd me with a cou..terfeit,
This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Resembling majesty ; which, being touchd, and

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, tried,
But spoke the harm that is by others done? Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn;

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, || You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,
As it inakes harinful all that speak of it.

But now in arms you strengthen it with yours :
Arth I do beseech you, madam, be content. The grappling vigour and rough frown of war,
Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert is cold in amity and painted peace,
grim,

And our oppression hath made up this league Ugly, and stand'rous to thy mother's womb, Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless' stains,

kings!
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, 2 A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens !
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-otlending marks, Let not the hours of this ungodly day
I would not care, I then would be content ; Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
For then I should not love thee ; no, nor thou Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings!
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Hear me, O, hear me !
But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy! Aust.

Lady Constance, peace.
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a
Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose : but fortune, 0! O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame
She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; That bloody spoil : Thou slave, thou wretch, thou
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John;

coward; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France | Thou little valiant, great in villany! To tread down fair respect of sovereignty, Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; But when her humorous ladyship is by That strumpet fortune, that usurping John : To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn? And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, And leave those woes alone, which I alone Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Am bound to under-bear.

Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Sal.

Pardon me, madam, Been sworn my' soldier? bidding me depend I may not go without you to the kings.

Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with And dost thou now fall over to my foes? thee:

Thou wear a lion's hide! doffs it for shame, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ;

And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. Aust. O, that a man should speak those words To me, and to the state of my great grief,

to me! Let kings assemble ; for my grief's so great, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant That no supporter but the huge firm earth

limbs. Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;

Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant (She throws herself on the ground.

limbs.

K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch,

thyself. Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and attendants. K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this bless

Enter Pandulph. ed day,

K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Ever in France shall be kept festival :

Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! To solemnize this day, the glorious sun

To thee, king John, my holy errand is.
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,
Turning, with splendor of his precious eye, And from pope Innocent the legate here,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold : Do, in his name, religiously demand,
The yearly course, that brings this day about, Why thou against the church, our holy mother,
Shall never see it but a holyday.

So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce,
Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop

(Rising of Canterbury, from that holy see? What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done ; | This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name, That it in golden letters should be set,

Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. Among the high tides, in the kalendar?

K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories, Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; Can task the free breath of a sacred king? This day of shame, oppression, perjury : Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England, But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; Add thus much more,- That no Italian priest No bargains break, that are not this day made : Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; This day all things begun come to ill end ; But as we under heaven are supreme head, Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! So, under him, that great supremacy, !1) Unsightly. (2) Portentous. (3) Seated in state. (4) Solemn seasons.

1

(5) Do off

thee more,

curse.

Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, That need must needs infer this principle,-
Without the assistance of a mortal hand: That faith would live again by death of need;
So tell the pope; all reverence set apart, 0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up;
To him, and his usurp'd authority.

Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not this.

to this. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of Const. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Christendom,

Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in doubt. Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, Bast. Hang nothing but a cali's-skin, most sweet Dreading the curse that money may buy out;

lout. And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,

Pand. What canst thou say, but will perplex Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd? This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person Yet 1, alone, alone do me oppose

yours, Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. And tell me, how you would bestow yourself.

Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate : And the conjunction of our inward souls
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt Married in league, coupled and link'd together
From his allegiance to a heretic;

With all religious strength of sacred vows;
And meritorious shall that hand be callid, The latest breath that gave the sound of words,
Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,

Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, That takes away by any secret course

Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; Thy hateful life.

And even before this truce, but new before,
Const.
O, lawful let it be,

No longer than we well could wash our hands,
That I have room with Rome to curse a while ! To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Good father ca dinal, cry thou, amen,

Heaven knows, they were besmear'd' and overTo my keen curses; for, without my wrong,

stain'd There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. With slaughter's pencil ; where revenge did paint Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my The fearful difference of incensed kings :

And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, Const. And for mine too; when law can do noso newly join'd in love, so strong in both, right,

Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ?2 Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, Law cannot give my child his kingdom here ; Make such unconstant children of ourselves, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law: As now again to snatch our palm from palm; Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, Unswear faith swom; and on the marriage bed How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,

Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, And make a riot on the gentle brow
Let go the hand of that arch-heretic;

Of true sincerity ? O holy sir,
And raise the power of France upon his head, My reverend father, let it not be so:
Unless he do submit bimself to Rome.

Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go Some gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd thy hand.

To do your pleasure, and continue friends. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, repent,

Save what is opposite to England's love. And, by disjoining hands, hell loose a soul. Therefore, to arins ! be champion of our church!

Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on his recreant| A mother's curse, on her revolting son. limbs.

France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these A cased lion by the mortal paw, wrongs,

A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Because

Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost bold. Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the car Pand. So mak’st thou faith an enemy to faith; dinal ?

And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal?' Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow

Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference First made to heaven, brst be to heaven performid; Ls, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, That is, to be the champion of our church! Or the light loss of England for a friend : What since thou swor'st, is sworn against thyself, Forego the easier.

And may not be performed by thyself: Blanch.

That's the curse of Rome. For that, which thou hast swom to do amiss, Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts is not amiss when it is truly done ;

And being not done, where doing tends to ill, In likeness of a new untrimmedi bride.

The truth is then most done not doing it: Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from the better act of purposes mistook

Is, to mistake again; though indirect, But from her need.

Yet indirection thereby grows direct, Const.

O, if thou grant my need, And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Whisb oniy lives but by the death of faith, Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd.

It is religion, that doth make vows kept ; (1) When adorn'd, adorn'd the most.' Thomsun's Autumn. 206.

(2) Exchange of salutation.

thee here,

her faith,

O podho pray to thee,

:

But thou hast sworn against religion:

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou A rage, whose heat hath this condition, gwear'st;

That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. Against an oath: The truth thou art unsure K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou To swear, swear only not to be forsworn ;

shalt turn Else, what a mockery should it be to swear! To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire : But thou dost swear only to be forsworn; Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. K. John. No more than he that threats.-T Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,

arms let's hie!

(Exeunt. Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:

SCENE II.--The same. And better conquest never canst thou make,

Plains near Angiers. Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts

Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Against those giddy loose suggestions :

Austria's head. Upon which better part our prayers come in,

Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wonIf thou vouchsafe them; but, if not, then know,

drous hot ; The peril of our curses light on thee ;

Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,

And
pours

down mischief. Austria's head lie there : But, in despair, die under their black weight. Wbile Philip breathes.

Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !
Bast.

Will't not be ?

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. Will not a call's-skin stop that mouth of thine ?

K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, Make Lero. Father, to arms!

up: Blanch.

Upon thy wedding day? My mother is assailed in our tent, Against the blood that thou hast married?

And ta'en, I fear. What, shall our least be kept with slaughter'd men? Bast.

My lord, I rescu'd her s Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,– || Her highness is in safety, fear you not; Clamours of hell-be measures to our pomp?

But on, my liege : for very little pains O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new Will bring this labour to a happy end. (Ereunt. Is husband in my mouth even for that name,

SCENE III.-The same. Alarums ; ErcurWhich till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,

sions ; Retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, ArUpon my knee I beg, go not to arms

thur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Against mine uncle. Const.

my knee,

K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay Made hard with kneeling,

behind,

(70 Elinor. Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom So strongly guarded.--Cousin, look not sad : Fore-thought by heaven.

(To Arthur. Blanch. Now shall I see thy love ; What motive|| Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will may

As dear be to thee as thy father was. Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. Const. That which upholdeth him that thee K. John. Cousin, (To the Bastard.) away for upholds,

England; haste before : His honour': 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags

Lew. I muse, 2 your majesty doth seem so cold, ||Of hoarding abbots : angels imprisoned When such profound respects do pull you on.

Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. Must by the hungry now be fed upon : K. Phi. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall | Use our commission in his utmost force. from thee.

Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!

back, Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! When gold and silver becks me to come on. K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour with-||| leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray in this hour.

(If ever I remember to be holy) Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. time,

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin. Is it as he will! well then, France shall rue.

K. John.

Coz, farewell. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair

(Erit Bastard. day, adieu !

Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. Which is the side that I must go withal?

(She takes Arthur aside. I am with both : each army hath a hand;

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle And, in their rage, I having hold of both,

Hubert, They whirl asunder, and dismember me. We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose ; And with advantage means to pay thy love : Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ; And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive : Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;

Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,-
Assured loss, before the match be play'd.

But I will fit it with some better time.
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. || By beaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my | To say what good respect I have of thee.
life dies.

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissances 10 K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say gether.[Exit Bastard.

so yet: (1) Music for dancing. (2) Wonder.

(3) Force (4) Gold coin

But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow,|| Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Of any kindred action like to this ?
I had a thing to say,--But let it go :

K. Phi. Well could I bear that England bad The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,

this praise,
Attended with the pleasures of the world, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience :-If the midnight bell

Enter Constance.
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
If this same were a church-yard where we stand, In the vile prison of afflicted breathe
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; 1 prythee, lady, go away with me.
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace ! Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,

Constance !
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, Const. No, I defi 6 all counsel, all redress,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
A passion hateful to my purposes ;)

Death, death :-( amiable lovely death!
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Without a tongue, using conceita alone,

Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words ; | And I will kiss thy détestable bones;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
I would into thy bosoni pour my thoughts : And ring these fingers with thy household wormas;
But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well. And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Hub. So well, that what you bid me under-Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
take,

And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act, O, come to me!
By heaven, I'd do't.

K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace,
K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st? Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what, my | Then with a passion would I shake the world;
friend,

And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, He is a very serpent in my way :

Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Which scorns a modern invocation. He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow Thou art bis keeper.

Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; Hub.

And I will keep him so, I am not mad : this hair I lear, is mine ; That he shall not offend your majesty.

My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife ; K. John. Death.

Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost : Hub.

I am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were ! K. John.

A grave. For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: Hub.

He shall not live. O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
K. John.

Enough. Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
I could be merry now : Hubert, I love thee; And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee : For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
Remember. -Madam, fare you well : My reasonable part produces reason
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
Eli. My blessing go with thee!

And teaches me to kill or hang myself;
K. John.

For England, cousin : ' If I were mad, I should forget my son ; Hubert shall be your man, attend on you Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he : With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho! I am not mad; too well, too well I feel

(Exeunt. The different plague of each calamity. SCENE IV.-The same. The French king's

K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I tent. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph,|| In the fair multitude of those her hairs ! and allendants.

Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
A whole armadot of convicteds sail

Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go Sticking together in calamity.
well.

Const

. To England, if you will. K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run K. Phi.

Bind up your hairs. so ill ?

Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud,
Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? O that these hands could so redeem my son,
And bloody England into England gone, As they have given these hairs their liberty!
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France? But now I envy at their liberty,

Ikw. What he hath won, that hath he fortified : | And will again commit them to their bonds,
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Because my poor child is a prisoner.---
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,

That we shall see and know our friends in heaven 1) Showv ornaments. (2) Conception. C3 Juned. (4) Fleet of war.

(5) Overcome. (6) Refuse. (7) Common.

My lord?

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