To thefe ill-tuned repetitions." Some trumpet fummon hither to the walls Trumpets found. Enter Citizens upon the walls. K. JOHN. England, for itfelf: You men of Angiers, and my loving fubjects,K. PHI. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's fubjects, Our trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle. K. JOHN. For our advantage;-Therefore, hear us first." 5 It ill befeems this prefence, to cry aim To thefe ill-tuned repetitions.] Dr. Warburton has well obferved on one of the former plays, that to cry aim is to encourage. I once thought it was borrowed from archery; and that aim! having been the word of command, as we now say prefent! to cry aim had been to incite notice, or raise attention. But I rather think, that the old word of applaufe was J'aime, I love it, and that to applaud was to cry J'aime, which the English, not easily pronouncing Je, funk into aime, or aim. Our exclamations of applause are ftill borrowed, as bravo and encore. JOHNSON. Dr. Johnfon's first thought, I believe, is beft. So, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Love's Cure, or The Martial Maid: "Can I cry aim "To this against myself?" Again, in Churchyard's Charge, 1580, p. 8. b: "Maie judge what fhott doeth lose the game; Again, in our author's Merry Wives of Windfor, Vol. III. p. 409, where Ford fays: "and to thefe violent proceedings all my neighbours fhall cry aim." See the note on that paflage. STEEVENS. For our advantage-Therefore, hear us firft.] If we read These flags of France, that are advanced here 8 And mercilefs proceeding by these French, They shoot but calm words, folded up in fmoke,3 For your advantage, it would be a more fpecious reason for interrupting Philip. TYRWHITT. 7 Confront your city's eyes,] The old copy reads-Comfort, &c. Mr. Rowe made this neceffary change. STEEVENS. ४ your winking gates;] i. e. gates haftily closed from an apprehenfion of danger. So, in K. Henry IV. Part II: "And winking leap'd into deftruction." MALONE. dishabited,] i. e. diflodged, violently removed from their places a word, I believe, of our author's coinage. STEEVENS. —a countercheck-] This, I believe, is one of the ancient terms used in the game of chefs. So, in Mucedorus, 1598: 2 "Poft hence thyself, thou counterchecking trull." STEEVENS. 3 They Shoot but calm words, folded up in smoke,] So, in our author's Rape of Lucrece: "This helplefs/moke of words, doth me no right." MALONE. To make a faithlefs error in your ears: K. PHI. When I have faid, make anfwer to us both. And king o'er him, and all that he enjoys: In warlike march thefe greens before your town; Than the constraint of hofpitable zeal, To him that owes it; namely, this young prince: peace. 4 Forwearied-] i. e. worn out. Sax. So, Chaucer, in his Romaunt of the Rofe, fpeaking of the mantle of Avarice: "And if it were forwerid, the "Would havin," &c. STEEVENS. To him that owes it ;] i. e. owns it. See our author and his contemporaries, paflim. So, in Othello: that fweet fleep "That thou ow'dft yesterday." STEEVENS. 'Tis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls I CIT. In brief, we are the king of England's fubjects; For him, and in his right, we hold this town. K. JOHN. Acknowledge then the king, and let me in. I CIT. That can we not: but he that proves the king, To him will we prove loyal; till that time, And, if not that, I bring you witneffes, Twice fifteen thoufand hearts of England's breed,BAST. Baftards, and elfe. K. John. To verify our title with their lives. K. PHI. As many, and as well-born bloods as thofe, BAST. Some baftards too. 4 Tis not the roundure, &c.] Roundure means the fame as the French rondeur, i. e. the circle. So, in All's left by Luft, a tragedy by Rowley, 1633: will fhe meet our arms "With an alternate roundure?" Again, in Shakspeare's 21ft Sonnet: -all things rare, "That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.” STEEVENS, K. PHI. Stand in his face, to contradict his claim. I CIT. Till you compound whofe right is worthieft, We, for the worthiest, hold the right from both. K. JOHN. Then God forgive the fin of all those fouls, That to their everlasting refidence, Before the dew of evening fall, fhall fleet, K. PHI. Amen, Amen!-Mount, chevaliers! to arms! BAST. St. George,—that swing'd the dragon, and e'er fince, Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs' door, And make a monster of you. AUST. Peace; no more. BAST. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. K. JOHN. Up higher to the plain; where we'll fet forth, In beft appointment, all our regiments. BAST. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. PHI. It shall be fo;- [TOLEWIS.] and at the other hill Command the reft to stand.-God, and our right! [Exeunt. I'd fet an ox-bead to your lion's hide,] So, in the old fpurious play of K, John: "But let the frolick Frenchman take no fcorn, STEEVENS. |