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At your industrious scenes and acts of death.
Faulc. And if thou hast the mettle of a King,
assault: K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city's bosom.
Auft. I from the north.
K. Phil. Our thunder from the south
bullets on this town, Faulc. O prudent difcipline! from north to fouth ;
Cit. Hear us, great Kings ; vouchsafe a while to
ftay, And I shall thew you peace, and fair-face'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound; Refcue those breathing lives to die in beds, That here come facrifices for the field : Perfever not, but hear me, mighty Kings. 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. 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, fought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Is the young Dauphin every way compleat : If not compleat, oh say, he is not fhe; And she again wants nothing, (to name want), If want it be not, that she is not he. He is the half-part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such a fhe : And the a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. Oh! two such filver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in. And two such fhores, to two such streams made one, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, Kings, To these two princes, if you marry them. This union shall do more than battery can, To our fast-closed gates : for at this match, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, The mouth of paffage shall we fling wide ope, And give you entrance; but without this match, The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Lions so confident, mountains and rocks Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth, J'll ftir them to't ; cume, away, away! Cit. Hiar us great Kings, &c.
So free from motion; no, not, Death himself
Faulc. Here's a stay,
Eli. Son, lift to this conjunction, make this match, Give with our niece a dow’ry large enough ; For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unsur'd assurance to the crown, That yon green boy shall have no fun to ripe The bloom, that promiseth a mighty fruit. I see a yielding in the looks of France. Mark, how they whisper; urge them, while their souls Are capable of this ambition ; Lelt zeal, now melted by the windy breath Of soft 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, firit, that hath been for
ward first To speak unto this city. What say you?
K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princely sop, Can in this book of beauty read, I love, Her dowry shall weigh equal with a Queen. For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, And all that we upon this side the sea, Except this city now by us besiege’d, Find liable to our crown and dignity, Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich In titles, honours, and promotions ; VOL. III.
As she in beauty, education, blood,
[Whispering with Blanch. Faulo. 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 espy
Himself love's traitor. This is pity now, [be, That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd there should In such a love, so vile a lout as he.
Blanch. My uncle's will in this refpect is mine. If he fee aught in you, that makes him like, That any thing he sees, which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will: Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will inforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my Lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Than this ; that nothing do I see in you (Though churlifh thoughts themselves should be your That I can find should merit
hate. [judge) K. John. What say these young ones? what say you,
my niece ?
Blanch. That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. K.John. Speak then, Prince Dauphin, can you love
this Lady? Lewis. Nay, ask me, if I can refrain from love; For I do love her most unfeignedly.
K.John. Then do I give Volqueslen, Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, and Anjou, these five provinces,
With her to thee; and this addition more,
K. John. We will heal up all,
[Exeunt all but Faulconbridge.
S CE N E VI.
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