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K. John.

A grave. Hub.

He shall not live. K. John.

Enough. I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee; Remember.--Madam, fare you well : I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Eli. My blessing go with thee! K. John.

For England, cousin: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho7!

[Ereunt. SCENE IV. The same. The French King's Tent. Enter King Philip, LEWIS, PANDULPH and

Attendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armadol of convicted2 sail Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.

K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain ? And bloody England into England gone, O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ?

Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause3,

not beaten?

divers dear cone,

7 King John, after he had taken Arthur prisoner, sent him to the town of Falaise, in Norinaudy, under the care of Hubert, his chamberlain, from whence he was afterwards removed to Rouen, and delivered to the custody of Robert de Veypont. Here he was secretly put to death. This is one of those scenes (says Steevens) to which may be promised a lasting commendation. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatic taste can injure it; and time itself can substract nothing from its beauties.'

1 Armado is a fleet of war; the word is adopted from the Spanish, and the recent defeat of the Spanish armado had made it' familiar.

? Convicted is vanquished, overcome. To convince and convict were synonymous. See Macbeth, Act I, Sc. 7, and Act iii, Sc 4.

3 A fierce cause is a cause conducted with precipitation. Fierce wretchedness in Timon of Athens is hasty, sudden misery.

Doth want example; Who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this?
K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this

praise,
So we could find some pattern of our shame.

Enter ConstaNCE.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breatht:-
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace!
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle

Constance! Const. No, I defys all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death:40 amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy détestable bones; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gap of breath6 with fulsome dust, And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, 0, come to me!

K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace. Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world; And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,

46_ the vile prison of afflicted breath' is the body; the same vile prison in which the breath is confined.

5 To defy formerly signified to refuse, to reject.

'I do defy the commiseration.'— Romeo and Juliet. 6 i. e. this mouth.

Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a moderni invocation.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.

Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair 1 tear is mine;
My name is Constance: I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
I am not mad :-I would to heaven, I were!
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
0, if I could, what grief should I forget!-
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal:
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself;
If I were mad, I should forget my son;
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he:
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity.

K. Phi. Bind up those tresses; 0, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
Const. To England, if you will8.
K. Phi.

Bind up your hairs. Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, O that these hands could so redeem my son, As they have given these hairs their liberty ! But now I envy at their liberty, And will again commit them to their bonds, Because my poor child is a prisoner.

7 i. e. common.

8 Probably Constance in despair means to apostrophize the absent King John :--Take my son to England if you will."

And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven;
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious10 creature born,
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him: therefore nerer, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief..
Const. He talks to me, that never had a sonll.
K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child 12,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me:
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,

9 To suspire Shakspeare uses for to breathe. Thus in King Henry IV. Part 11:

'Did he suspire, that light and weightless down

Perforce must move.' In Bullokar's Expositor, 1616, we have suspiration, a breathing or sighing.

10°Gracious is used by Shakspeare often in the sense of beautiful, comely, graceful. Florio, in his Italian Dictionary, shows that this was no uncommon signification; he explains gratioso, graceful, gracious, also comely, fine, well-favoured, gentle. 11 To the saine purpose Macduff observes :

He has no children -The thought occurs again in King Henry VI. Part 111. 12 «Pertruitur lachrymis, et amat pro conjuge luctum.'

Lucan, I. in., Maynard, a French poet, has the same thought:

"Qui me console excite ma colere,

Et le repos est un bien que je crains :
Mon dëuil me plait, et me doit toujours plaire

Il me tient lieu de celle que je plains.'

I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,

[Tearing off her head-dress.
When there is such disorder in my wit.
O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son !
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Erit.
K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.

[Exit. Lew. There's nothing in this world can make me

joy; Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale13, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoild the sweet world's14

taste, That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness.

Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil: What have you lost by losing of this day? Lew. All days of glory, joy and happinesą. Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. "Tis strange, to think how much King John hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won: Are not you griev’d, that Arthur is his prisoner ? Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.

13 "For when thou art angry, all our days are gone, we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.' Psalm xc. Thus also in Macbeth :

"Life's but a walking shadow,

-- - it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.' 14 The old copy reads word's. The alteration was made by Pope. Malone thinks that it is unnecessary; and that by the sweet word, life is meant. Steevens prefers Pope's emendation, which is countenanced by Hamlet's

'How weary, stale, flat, unprofitable

Seem to me all the use of this world! Vol. IV.

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