At your industrious scenes and acts of death. You royal prefences, be rul'd by me; Be friends a while, and both conjunctly bend Even till unfenced defolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air. To whom in favour she shall give the day, How like you this wild counfel, mighty states? K. John. Now by the fky that hangs above our I like it well. France, fhall we knit our pow'rs, Faulc. And if thou haft the mettle of a King, affault? K. Phil. Let it be fo; fay, where will you Into this city's bofom. K. Phil. Our thunder from the fouth Auft. I from the north. Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town*. Cit. bullets on this town. Faulc. O prudent difcipline! from north to fouth; Auftria Cit. Hear us, great Kings; vouchfafe a while to ftay, And I fhall thew you peace, and fair-face'd league; K. John. Speak on; with favour we are bent to hear. Cit. That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch, Is near to England; look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin, and that lovely maid. Is the young Dauphin every way compleat : And the again wants nothing, (to name want), He is the half-part of a bleffed man, Oh! two fuch filver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in. And two fuch fhores, to two fuch ftreams made one, Auftria and France fhoot in each other's mouth. Cit. Hear us great Kings, &c. So free from motion; no, not Death himself As we to keep this city. Faulc. Here's a stay, That shakes the rotten carcafe of old Death Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth, indeed, That fpits forth death, and mountains, rocks and feas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs. What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon-fire, and fmoak and bounce; Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match, Mark, how they whisper; urge them, while their fouls Are capable of this ambition; Left zeal, now melted by the windy breath Of foft petitions, pity and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. Cit. Why answer not the double Majesties This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? King Phil. Speak, England, first, that hath been forward first To fpeak unto this city. What fay you? K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely fon, Can in this book of beauty read, I love, Her dowry fhall weigh equal with a Queen. For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, Shall gild her bridal bed; and make her rich VOL. III. Rr A As fhe in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princefs of the world. K. Phil. What fay't thou, boy? Look in the Lady's face. Lewis. I do, my Lord; and in her eye I find [Whispering with Blanch. Faulc. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye! Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! And quarter'd in her heart! he doth efpy [be, Himself love's traitor. This is pity now, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd there should In fuch a love, fo vile a lout as he. Blanch. My uncle's will in this refpect is mine. That any thing he fees, which moves his liking, Or if you will, to speak more properly, (Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your That I can find should merit any hate. [judge) K. John. What fay thefe young ones? what fay you, my niece? Blanch. That fhe is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom ftill vouchfafe to fay. K. John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love this Lady? Lewis. Nay, afk me, if I can refrain from love; For I do love her moft unfeignedly. K. John. Then do I give Volqueffen, Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, and Anjou, thefe five provinces, With her to thee; and this addition more, Now, citizens of Angiers, ope your gates, tent. K.Phil. And, by my faith, this league that we have Will give her sadness very little cure. Brother of England, how may we content [made, Which we, God knows, have turn'd another way K. John. We will heal up all, For we'll create young Arthur Duke of Bretagne, [Exeunt all but Faulconbridge. SCENE VI. Faul. Mad world, mad Kings, mad compofition! John, to ftop Arthur's title in the whole, Auft. And your lips too; for, I am well affur'd, That I did fo, when I was firit aflur'd. K. Phil. Now, citizens, Ge |