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. As faithfully, as I deny the devil.
Lady. King Richard Cour-de-lion was thy father;
By long, and vehement suit, I was seduc'd
To make room for him in my husband's bed.
Heaven lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence.
Phil. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not with a better father.
7 Some fins do bear their privilege on earth,
And fo doth yours; your fault was not your folly.
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
Against whose fury, and unmatched force,
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart, I thank thee for my father !
Who lives and dares but say, thou did'st not well
When I was got, I'll send his foul to hell.
Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadît said him nay, it had been sin:
Who says, it was, he lyes; I say, 'twas not.
? Some fins- ] There are fins, that whatever be determined of them above, are not much cenfured on earth. Johnson.
Before the walls of Angiers in France.
Enter Philip king of France, Lewis the dauphin, the
archduke of Austria, Constance, and Arthur.
EFORE Angiers well met, brave Austria.--
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance hither is he come,
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of thy unnatural uncle, English John.
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arthur. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death
The rather, that you give his offspring life;
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. .
Lewis. A noble boy! who would not do the right?
Auft. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
A seal to this indenture of my love;
Richard, that robb'd, &c.] So Raftal in his Chronicle. It is fayd that a lyon was put to kynge Richard, beynge in prison, to have devoured him, and when the lyon was gapynge he put his arme in his mouth, and pulled the lyon by the harte 1) hard that he flewe the lyon, and therefore some say he is called Rycharde Cure de Lyon; but some say he is called Cure de Lyon, because of his boldness and hardy stomake. Dr. Gras.
At my importance) At my importunity. JONNSON.
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with 2 that pale, that white-fac'd fhore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her inanders;
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still fecure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that outmost corner of the west,
Salute thee for her king. Till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Conft. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
To make a more 3 requital to your love.
Auft. The peace of heaven is theirs, who lift their
swords In such a just and charitable war. K. Philip. Well then, to work; our cannon shall be
Against the brows of this resisting town.-
Call for our chiefest men of discipline,
To cull the plots of best advantages.-
We'll lay before this town our royal bones,
Wade to the market-place in Frenchmens' blood,
But we will make it subject to this boy.
Cont. Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Left unadvis'd you stain your words with blood.
My lord Chatillion may from England bring
That right in peace, which here we urge in war;
And then we ihail repent each drop of blood,
That hot rash hafte lo indirectly fred.
? -- that pale, that white-foc'd pore, England is supposed to be called Albion from the white rocks facing France. Johnson.
3. To make a more requital, &c.] I believe it has been already obferved, that are significd, in our author's time, greater.
Enter Chatillion. K. Philip. 4 A wonder, lady!-Lo, upon thy wish Our messenger Chatillion is arriv'd. - What England says, fay briefly, gentle lord, We coldly pause for thee.
Chatillion, speak. Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds, Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I. His marches are s expedient to this town, His forces strong, his soldiers confident. With him along is come the mother-queen, An Até, 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 humours of the land Raih, 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 hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Did never foat upon the swelling tide, To do offence and 7 fcath in Christendom. The interruption of their churlish drums [Drums beat.
* A wonder, lady! - ] The wonder is only that Chatillion bappened to arrive at the moment when Constance mentioned him; wh ch the French king, according to a fuperftition which prevails more or less in every mind agitated by great affairs, turns into a miraculous interpofition, or omen of good. JOHNS.
- expedient — ) Immediate, expeditions. JOHNSON.
Bearing their lirth-rights, &c.) So Henry VIII.
Many broke their backs with bearing manors on them.”
JOHNSON. 1 - scathe - ] Destruction, wale. JOHNSON.
Cuts cf more circumstance: they are at hand
To parly, or to fight; therefore prepare.
K. Philip. How much unlook'd for is this expedi-
Auft. By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion :
Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.
Enter king of England, Fau/conbridge, Elinor, Blanch,
Pembroke, and others.
K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not, bleed France, and peace afcend to heaven!
Whilst we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven.
K. Phil. Peace be to England ; if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace ! England we love; and, for that England's sake, With burthen of our armour here we sweat :
This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; • But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought its lawful king;
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Out-faced infant state, and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face:-
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his :
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which dy'd in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: in the name of God,
How comes it then, that thou art callid a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest?