Phil. As faithfully, as I deny the devil. Lady. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father; By long, and vehement fuit, I was feduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed.Heaven lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge! Thou art the iffue of my dear offence, Which was fo ftrongly urg'd, paft 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 muft you lay your heart at his difpofe, Subjected tribute to commanding love, Against whofe 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 eafily 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 fend his foul to hell. Come, lady, I will fhew thee to my kin; And they fhall fay, when Richard me begot, If thou hadft faid him nay, it had been fin : Who fays, it was, he lyes; I fay, 'twas not. [Exeunt. 7 Some fins-] There are fins, that whatever be determined of them above, are not much cenfured on earth. JOHNSON. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Before the walls of Angiers in France. Enter Philip king of France, Lewis the dauphin, the archduke of Auftria, Conftance, and Arthur. B LEWIS. EFORE Angiers well met, brave Auftria.- At our importance hither is he come, Of thy unnatural uncle, English John. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. 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 fo hard that he flewe the lyon, and therefore fome fay he is called Rycharde Cure de Lyon; but fome fay he is called Cure de Lyon, because of his boldness and hardy ftomake. Dr. GRAY. 1 At my importance-] At my importunity. JONSON. That to my home I will no more return, 2 Till Angiers, and the right thou haft in France, Even till that outmost corner of the weft, Conft. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your ftrong hand fhall help to give him strength, To make a more 3 requital to your love. Auft. The peace of heaven is theirs, who lift their fwords In fuch a juft and charitable war. K. Philip. Well then, to work; our cannon fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town.- Conft. Stay for an answer to your embaffy, 2 that pale, that white-fac'd fhore,] England is fuppofed to be called Albion from the white rocks facing France. JOHNSON. 3 To make a more re quital, &c.] I believe it has been already obferved, that more fignified, in our author's time, greater. STEEVENS. Enter Enter Chatillion. K. Philip. A wonder, lady!-Lo, upon thy wish Our meffenger Chatillion is arriv'd. -What England fays, fay briefly, gentle lord, His marches are 5 expedient to this town, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' fpleens, 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 happened to arrive at the moment when Conflance mentioned him; which 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. JoнNS. - expedient-] Immediate, expeditious. JOHNSON. 6 Bearing their birth-rights, &c.] So Henry VIII. Many broke their backs with bearing manors on them." 7-feathe-] Destruction, wafte. JOHNSON. B 3 JOHNSON. Cuts Cuts off more circumftance: they are at hand K. Philip. How much unlook'd for is this expedi tion! Auft. By how much unexpected, by fo much Enter king of England, Faulconbridge, Elinor, Blanch, K. John. Peace be to France; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not, bleed France, and peace afcend to heaven! Their proud contempt that beat his peace to heaven. Out-faced infant ftate, and done a rape Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face:— K. John. |