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And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names ; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land;
'Tis too respective, and too sociable,

Legitimation, name, and all is gone :
For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ;
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother?
And when my knightly stornach is suffic'd, Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise

bridge ? My picked man of countries :My dear sir, Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)

Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy I shall beseech youThat is question now;

father; And then comes answer like an ABC-book : By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd O, sir, says answer, at your best command; To make room for him in my husband's bed :At your employment ; at your service, sir : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! No sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : Thou art the issue of my dear offence, And so, ere answer knows what question would Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. (Saving in dialogue of compliment;

Bast. Now, by this lighi, were I to get again, And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, Madam, I would not wish a better father. The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)

Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly : But this is worshipful society,

Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,-And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Subjected tribute to commanding love, For he is but a bastard to the time,

Against whose fury and unmatched force That doth not smack of observation

The awless lion could not wage the fight, (And so am I, whether I smack, or no :) Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And not alone in habit and device,

He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Exterior forin, outward accoutrement;

May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, But from the inward motion to deliver

With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth · Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well Which, though I will not practise to deceive, When I was got, I'll send his soul to bell. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn :

Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. And they shall say, when Richard me begot, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : What woman-post is this? hath she no husband, Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exe. That will take pains to blow a horn before her? · Enter Lady Faulconpridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother :—How now, good lady?

АСТ II. What brings you here to court so hastily? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where SCENE I:-- France. Before the walls of Anis he?

giers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of AusThat holds in chase mine honour up and down?

tria, and forces; on the other, Philip, King of Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?

France, and forces ; Lewis, Constance, Arthur, Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?

and attendants. Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

Leu. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.. Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, boy,

Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? | And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou.

By this brave duke came early to his grave:
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a And, for amends to his posterity,

At our importance,? hither is he come, Gur. Good leave, good Philip.

To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;

Philip ?-sparrow !James, And to rebuke the usurpation
There's toy gs abroad; anon I'll tell thee more. Of thy unnatural uncle, English John :

(Exit Gurney. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ;

Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me The rather, that you give his offspring life, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Shadowing their right under your wings of war: Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess!) I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; But with a heart full of unstained love : We know his handy-work : — Therefore, good Welcome before the gates of Angiers

, duke. mother,

Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?

Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

As seal to this indenture of my love; Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That to my home I will no more return, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, bonour?

Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -Basilisco-| And coops from other lands her islanders, like : 6

Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. That water-walled bulwark, still secure

(1) Respectable. (2) Change of condition. (6) A character in an old drama, called Soliman (3) My travelled fop. (4) Catechism.

and Perseda. (5) Idle reports.

(7) Importunity.

And confident from foreign purposes,

Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct Even till that utmost corner of the west

Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy, K. Phi. Peace be to England; if that war retum Will I not think of home, but follow arms. From France to England, there to live in peace! Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's England we love ; and, for that England's sake, thanks,

With burden of our armour here we sweat: Till your strong band shall help to give him strength, | This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; To make a more requital to your love.

But thou from loving England art so far, Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, their swords

Cut off the sequence of posterity, In such a just and charitable war.

Outfaced infant state, and done a rape K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. be bent

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;Against the brows of this resisting town. These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his : Call for our chiefest men of discipline,

This little abstract doth contain that large, To cull the plots of best advantages :

Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Shall draw this brief into as buge a volume. Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's blood, That Geffrey was thy elder brother born, But we will make it subject to this boy.

And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right, Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God, Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, My lord Chatillon may from England bring When living blood doth in these temples beat, That right in peace, which here we urge in war; Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest? And then we shall repent each drop of blood, K. John. From whom hast thou this great comThat hot rash haste so indirectly shed.

mission, France,

To draw my answer from thy articles?
Enter Chatillon.

K. Phi. From that supernals judge, that stirs K. Phi. A wonder, lady Slo, upon thy wish,

good thoughts Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.

In any breast of strong authority, What England says, say briefly, gentle lord, To look into the blots and stains of right. We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak. That judge hath made me guardian to this boy:

Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong ; And stir them up against a mightier task. And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it. England, impatient of your just demands,

K. John. Alack, thou dost usurp authority. Hath put himself in arins; the adverse winds, K. Phi. Excuse; it is to beat usurping down. Whose.leisure I have staid, have given him time Eli. Who is it, thou dost call usurper, France ! To land his legions all as soon as I :

Const. Let me make answer ;-thy usurping son. His marches are expedient to this town,

Eli. Out, insolent! thy bastard shall be king; His forces strong, his soldiers confident.

That thou may'st be a queen, and check the world! With him along is come the mother-queen,

Const. My bed was ever to thy son as true, An Até, stirring him to blood and strife; As thine was to thy husband : and this boy With

her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain ; Liker in feature to his father Geffrey, With them a bastard of the king deceas'd : Than thou and John in manners; being as like, And all the unsettled humours of the land, As rain to water, or devil to his dam. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,

My boy a bastard ! By my soul, I think, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,– His father never was so true begot ; Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, It cannot be, an if thon wert bis mother. Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

father. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Const. There's a good grandam, boy, that Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,

would blot thee. Did never float upon the swelling tide,

Aust. Peace! To do offence and scath4 in Christendom.


Hear the crier. The interruption of their churlish drums


What the devil art thou ? (Drums beat. Bast. One that will play the devil, sir, with Cuts off more circumstance : they are at hand,

you, To parley, or to fight; therefore, prepare. An 'a may catch your hide and you alone. K. Phi. How much unlook'd for is this expedi-You are the bare of whom the proverb goes, tion!

Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard; Aust. By how much unexpected, by so much I'll smoke your skin-coat, an I catch you right; We must awake endeavour for defence;

Sirrah, look to't ; i'faith, I will, i'faith. For courage mounteth with occasion :

Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd. That did disrobe the lion of that robe ! Enter King John, Elinor, Blanch, the Bastard, | As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :

Bast. It lies as sightly on the back of him, Pembroke, and forces.

But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back; K. John. Peace be to France; if France in Or lay on that, shall make your shoulders crack. peace permit

Avst. What cracker is this same, that deals our Our just and lineal entrance to our own! Jf noi; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven! || With this abundance of superfluous breath? (1) Best stations to over-awe the town.

(5) Undermined.

(6) Succession (2) Immediate, expeditious.

(7) A short writing. (8) Celestial. The goddess of revenge. (4) Mischief. Il (9) Austria wears a lion's skin.


us first.


K. Phi. Lewis, determine what we shall do Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. straight.

K. John. For our advantage ;-Therefore, bear Lew. Women and fools, break off your confer

These flags of France, that are advanced here King John, this is the very sum of all, Before the eye and prospect of your town, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Have hither march'd to your endamagement: In right of Arthur do I claim of thee:

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath ; Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy arms ? And ready mounted are they, to spit forth K. John. My life as soon :—I do defy thee, Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls : France.

All preparation for a bloody siege, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; And merciless proceeding by these French, And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : And, but for our approach, those sleeping stones, Submit thee, boy

That as a waist do girdle you about, Eli.

Come to thy grandam, child. By the compulsion of their ordnance Const. Do, child, go to it' grandam, child; By this time from their fixed beds of lime Give grandam kingdoin, and il grandam will Had been dishabited, and wide havoc made Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig:

For bloody power to rush upon your peace. There's a good grandam.

But, on the sight of us, your lawful king, Arth.

Good my mother, peace! Who painfully, with much expedient march, I would, that I were low laid in my grave; Have brought a countercheck before your gates, I am not worth this coill that's made for me. To save unscratch'd your city's threaten'd cheeks,Eli. His mother shames him so, poor boy, be Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle: weeps.

And now, instead of bullets wrapp'd in fire, Const. Now shame upon you, whe'ra she does, | To make a shaking fever in your walls, or no!

They shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke, His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, || To make a faithless error in your ears: Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor || Which trust accordingly, kind citizens, eyes,

And let us in, your king; whose labour'd spirits, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Forwearieds in this action of swift speed, Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'dCrave harbourage within your city walls. To do him justice, and revenge on you.

K. Phi. When I have said, make answer to us Eli. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and

both. earth!

Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Const. Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and is most divinely vow'd upon the right earth!

Of him it holds, stands young Plantagenet;
Call not me slanderer ; thou, and thine, usurp Son to the elder brother of this man,
The dominations, royalties, and rights,

And king o'er him, and all that he enjoy's : of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's son, || For this down-trodden equity, we tread Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

In warlike march these greens before your town . Thy sins are visited in this poor child;

Being no further enemy to you, The canon of the law is laid on him,

Than the constraint of hospitable zeal, Being but the second generation

In the relief of this oppressed child, Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb. Religiously provokes. Be pleased then K. John. Bedlam, have done.

To pay that duty, which you truly owe, Const.

I have but this to say,- ||To him that owego it ; namely, this young prince: That he's not only plagued for her sin,

And then our arms, like to a muzzled bear, But God hath made her sin and her the plague Save in aspect, have all offence seal'd up; On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,

Our cannons' malice rainly shall be spent And with her plague, her sin; his injury Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; Her injury,—the beadle to her sin ;

And, with a blessed and unvex'd retire, All punish'd in the person of this child,

With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, And all for her; A plague upon her!

We will bear home that lusty blood again, Eli. Thon unadvised scold, I can produce Which here we came to spout against your town, A will, that bars the title of thy son.

And leave your children, wives, and you, in peace. Const. Ay, who doubts that a will! a wicked will; | But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will! 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls K. Phi. Peace, lady ; pause, or be more tem- |Can hide you from our messengers of war; perate :

Though all these English, and their discipline, It ill beseems this presence, to cry aim3

Were barbour'd in their rude circumference. To these ill-tuned repetitions.

Then, tell us, shall your city call us lord, Some trumpet summon hither to the walls In that behalf which we have challeng'd it? These men of Angiers ; let us hear them speak, Or shall we give the signal to our rage, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or John's. And talk in blood to our possession?

i Cit. In brief, we are the king of England's Trumpets sound. Enter Citizens upon the walls.

subjects; 1 Cit. Who is it, that hath warn'd us to the walls? || For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. Phi. 'Tis France, for England.

K. John. Acknowledge then the king, and let K. John England, for itself :

me in. You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects, 1 Cit. That can we not : but he that proves the K. Phi. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's king, subjects,

(4) Conference. (5) Worn out. (1) Bustle. (2) Whether. (3) To encourage.

(6) Owns.

(7) Circle.

To him will we prove loyal; till that time, Cit. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold,
Have we ramm'd up our gates against the world. From first to last, the onset and retire
K. John. Doth not the crown of England prove of both your armies; whose equality
the king?

By our best eyes cannot be censured ::
And, if not that, I bring you witnesses, Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed,-

blows; Bast Bastards, and else.

Strength match'd with strength, and power conK. John. To verify our title with their lives.

fronted power : K. Phi. As many, and as well-born bloods as Both are alike; and both alike we like. those,

One must prove greatest : while they weigh so even, Bast. Some bastards too.

We hold our town for neither ; yet for both. K. Phi. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. 1 Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, Enter, at one side, King John, with his porcer, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both.

Elinor, Blanch, and the Bastard; at the other, K. John. Then God forgive the sin of all those

King Philip, Lewis, Austria, and Forces. souls,

K. John. France, hast thou yet more blood to That to their everlasting residence,

cast away? Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet,

Say, shall the current of our right run on? In dieadful trial of our kingdom's king!

Whose passage, vex'd with thy impediment, K. Phi. Amen, Amen!—Mount, chevaliers ! to Shall leave his native channel, and 'o'er-swell arms!

With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; Bast. St. George,—that swing'd the dragon, and Unless thou let his silver water keep e'er since,

A peaceful progress to the ocean. Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,

K. Phi. England, thou hast not sav'd one drop Teach us some fence !-Sirrah, were I at home,

of blood, At your den, sirrah, (7o Austria,] with your || In this hot trial, more than we of France ; lioness,

Rather, lost more: And by this hand I swear, I'd set an ox head to your lion's hide,

That sways the earth this climate overlooks, And make a monster of you.

Before we will lay down our just-borne arms, Aust.

Peace; no more. We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar.

bear, K. John. Up higher to the plain ; where we'll || Or add a royal number to the dead; set forth,

Gracing the scroll, that tells of this war's loss, In best appointment, all our regiments.

With slaughter coupled to the name of kings. Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. Bast. Ha, majesty! how high thy glory towers, K. Phi. It shall be so ;-[To Lewis.) and at the When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! other hill

O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; Command the rest to stand. --God, and our right: The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;

(Ereunt. And now be feasts, mouthing the flesh of men,

In undetermin'd differences of kings.SCENE II.The same. Alarums and Excur. Why stand these royal frouts amazed thus?

sions ; then a Retreat. Enter a French Herald, Cry, havoc, kings back to the stained field, with trumpets, to the gates.

You equal potents,2 fiery-kindled spirits ! F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide your Then let confusion of one part confirm gates,

The other's peace; till then, blows, blood, and And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;

death! Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made K. John. Whose party do the townsınen yet Much work for tears in many an English mother,

admit? Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: K. Phi. Speak, citizens, for England; who's Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,

your king? Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth;

1 Cit. The king of England, when we know the And victory, with little loss, doth play

king Upon the dancing banners of the French;

K. Phi. Know him in us, that here hold up his Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd,

right. 'To enter conquerors, and to proclain

K. John. In us, that are our own great deputy, Arthur of Bretagne, England's king, and yours. And bear possession of our person here; Enter an English Herald, with trumpets.

Lord of our presence, Angiers, and of you.

1 Cit. A greater power than we, denies all this ; E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your|| And, till it be undoubted, we do lock bells;

Our former scruple in our strong-barr'd gates : King John, your king and England's, doth approach, King'd of our fears; until our fears, resolv'd, Commander of this hot malicious day!

Be by some certain king purg'd and depos'd. Their armours, that march'd hence so silver-bright, Bast. By heaven, these scroyless of Angiers Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood;

flout you, kings; There stuck no plume in any English crest, And stand securely on their battlements, That is removed by a staff of France;

As in a theatre, whence they gape and point Our colours do return in those same hands At your industrious scenes and acts of death. That did display them when we first march'd forth; Your royal presences be ruld by me; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Do like the mutinest of Jerusalem, Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Be friends a while, and both conjointly bend Died in the dying slaughter of their foes : Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town: Open your gates, and give the victors way. By east and west let France and England mount

(1) Judged, determined. (2) Potentates. (3) Scabby fellows. (4) Mutineers.


Their battering cannon, charged to the mouths ; To our fast-closed gates; for, at this match, Till their soul-learing clamours have brawl'd down with swifter spleena than powder can enforce, The finty ribs of this contemptuous city : The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, I'd play incessantly upon these jades,

And give you entrance; but, without this match, Even till unfenced desolation

The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.

Lions more contident, mountains and rocks That done, dissever your united strengths, More free froni motion ; no, not death himself And part your mingled colours once again; In mortal fury half so peremptory, Turn face

to face, and bloody point to point : As we to keep this city. Then, in a moment, fortune shall cull forth


Here's a stay, Out of one side her happy minion;

That shakes the rotten carcase of old death To whom in favour she shall give the day, Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed, And kiss him with a glorious victory.

That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and How like you this wild counsel, mighty states ? Smacks it not something of the policy?

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, K. John. Now, by the sky that hangs above our As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! heads,

What canonneer begot this lusty blood ? I like it well;—France, shall we knit our powers, || He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and And lay this Angiers even with the ground;

bounce; Then, after, fight who shall be king of it? He gives the bastinado with his tongue;

Bast. An if thou hast the mettle of a king, Our ears are cudgeld; not a word of his, Being wrong'd, as we are, by this peevish town,-|But buffets better than a fist of France : Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery,

Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words, As we will ours, against these saucy walls : Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad. And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Eli. Son, list to this conjunction, make this match; Why, then defy each other; and, pell-mel, Give with our niece a dowry large enough : Make work upon ourselves, for heaven, or hell. For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie K. Phi. Let it be so:—Say, where will you as-Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, sault?

That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe K. John. We from the west will send destruction The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. Into this city's bosom.

I see a yielding in the looks of France; Aust. I from the north.

Mark, how they whisper : urge them, while their K. Phi. Our thunder from the south,

souls Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Are capable of this ambition :

Bast. O prudent discipline! From north to south, || Lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath Austria and France shoot in'each other's mouth : of soft petitions, pity, and remorse,

(Aside. Cool and congeal again to what it was. I'm stir them to it:-Come, away, away!

1 Cit. Why answer not the double majesties 1 Cit. Hear us, great kings : vouchsafe a while This friendly treaty of our threatend town?

K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been forAnd I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league ;

ward first Win you this city without stroke, or wound; To speak unto this city: What say you? Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds, K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princeThat bere come sacrifices for the field :

ly son, Persever not, but hear me, mighty kings. Can in this book of beauty read, I love, K. John. Speak on, with favour; we are bent to Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen : hear.

For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, 1 Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the lady || And all that we upon this side the sea Blanch,

(Except this city now by us besieg'd) Is near to England ; Look upon the years Find liable to our crown and dignity, Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid : Shall gild her bridal bed; and make ber rich If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, In titles, honours, and promotions, Wbere should he find it fairer than in Blanch? As she in beauty, education, blood, If tealous! love should go in search of virtue, Holds hand with any princess of the world. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? K. Phi. What say’si thou, boy ? look in the lady's If love ambitious sought a match of birth,

Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch? Lew. I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,

A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Is the young Dauphin every way complete : The shadow of myself form'd in her eye ;
If not complete, o say, he is not she;

Which, being but the shadow of your son, And she again wants nothing, to name want, Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow : If want it be not, that she is not he:

I do protest, I never lov'd myself, He is the half part of a blessed man,

Till now infixed I beheld myself, Left to be finished by such a she;

Drawn in the lattering table of her eye. And she a fair divided excellence,

(Whispers with Blanch. Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.

Bast. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye 0, two such silver currents, when they join, Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow Do glorify the banks that bound then in : And quarter'd in her heart !--he doth espy And two such shores to two such sțreams made one, Himself love's traitor : This is pity now, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, That bang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there To these two princes, if you marry them.

should be, This union shall do more than battery can, In such a love, so vile a lout as he.

Blanch. My uncle's will, in this respect, is mine : (1) Pious.

(2) Speed. (3) Picture. If he see anght in you, that makes him like,

to stay,

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