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OF

SHAKSPEARE

PART II.

KING JOHN.

ACT I.

NEW TITLES.

GOOD den,* sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fellow; And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: For new made honour doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective, and too sociable, For your conversion. Now your traveller,He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; And when my nightly stomach is suffic'd, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise My picked man of countries: My dear sir, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,) I shall beseech you—That is question now: And then comes answer like an ABC-book:llO sir, says answer, at your best command; At your employment; at your service, sir : No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at

yours; And so, ere answer knows what question would, (Saving in dialogue of compliment; And talking of the Alps, and Appenines; The Pyrenean, and the river Po,) It draws towards supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, • Good evening.

+ Respectable. $ Change of condition. § My travelled fop. i Catechism.

And fits the mounting spirits, like myself:
For he is a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation.

ACT II.

DESCRIPTION OF ENGLAND.

That pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king.

DESCRIPTION OF AN ENGLISH ARMY.

His marches are expedient* to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Ate,t stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:
And all the unsettled humors of the land,
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a bazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of daurtless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have wast o’er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
To do offence and scathț in Christendom..
The interruption of their churlish drums
Cuts off more circuinstance: they are at hand.

COURAGE.
By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence:
For courage mounteth with occasion.

* Immediate, expeditious.
+ The Goddess of Rovenge.

* Mischief.

A BOASTER.
What cracker is this same, that deass our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

DESCRIPTION OF VICTORY BY THE FRENCH.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates,
And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in;
Who, by the
hand of France, this

day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground:
Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolourd earth;
And victory, with little loss, doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French;
Which are at hand, triumphantly display'd
To enter conquerors.

VICTORY DESCRIBED BY THE ENGLISH.

Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells;
King John, your king and England's, doth approach,
Commander of this hot malicious day!
Their armours, that march'd hence so silver bright,
Hither return all gilt with Frenchman's blood;
There stuck no plume in any English crest,
That is removed by a staff of France;
Our colours do return in those same hands
That did display them when we first march'd forth:
And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
Died in the dying slaughter of their foes.

A COMPLETE LADY

If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
If zealous* love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?

POWERFUL EFFECTS OF SELF-INTEREST.

Roundedt in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil, * Pious. + Conspired.

That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith;
That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids;
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word maid,-cheats the poor maid of that;
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity,“
-Commodity, the bias of the world:
The world, who of itself is peisedt well,
Made to run even, upon even ground;
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This

sway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent:
And this same bias, &c.

ACT III.

A WOMAN'S FEARS. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frightening me, For I am sick, and capable of fears: Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day.

TOKENS OF GRIEF. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds: Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. * Interest.

† Poised, balanced. Susceptible

§ Appearing

MOTHER'S FONDNESS FOR A BEAUTIFUL CHILD. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless* stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,t Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then wonld be content; For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. But thou art fair; and at thy birth, clear boy! Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great; Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose,

GRIEF.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.

COWARDICE AND PERJURY,
O Lymoges! 0 Austria! thou dost shame
That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou

coward :
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,
And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! dofft it for shame,
And hang a call's skin on those recreant limbs.

THE HORRORS OF A CONSPIRACY.
I had a thing to say, -But let it go:
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,

* Unsightly. + Portentous. I Do off.

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