The plays of William Shakspeare : with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes . A^ John. Then God forgive the lin of all thofefouls,That to their everlafting refidence,Before the dew of evening fall, fhall dreadful trial of our kingdoms king! K. Phi. Amen, Amen !—Mount, chevaliers ! toarms! Bast. St. George,—that fwingd the dragon, andeer on his horfeback at mine hoftefs door,Teach us fome fence !—Sirrah, were I at your den, fir rah, [To Austria] with your lionels,Id fet an ox-head to your lions hide,^And make a monfter o
The plays of William Shakspeare : with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes . A^ John. Then God forgive the lin of all thofefouls,That to their everlafting refidence,Before the dew of evening fall, fhall dreadful trial of our kingdoms king! K. Phi. Amen, Amen !—Mount, chevaliers ! toarms! Bast. St. George,—that fwingd the dragon, andeer on his horfeback at mine hoftefs door,Teach us fome fence !—Sirrah, were I at your den, fir rah, [To Austria] with your lionels,Id fet an ox-head to your lions hide,^And make a monfter of you. AusT. Peace; no more. Bast. O, tremble; for you hear the lion roar. K. John. Up higher to the plain; where wellfet forth,In belt appointment, all our regiments. Bast. Speed then, to take advantage of the field. K. Phi. It fhall be fo ;—[To Lewis] and at theother hillCommand the reft to ftand.—God, and our right! [Exeunt. * Id fet an ox-head to your lions hide,] So, in the oldfpurious play of King John : But let the frolick Frenchman take no fcorn,* If Philip front him witli an EngUfli horn. /m 11 II ,J tlllllilllllillli^ KING JOHN. 389 SCENE II. The fame. Alarums and Excurjions; theyi a Retreat. Enter aFrench Herald, with trumpets, to the gates. F. Her. You men of Angiers, open wide yourgates/And let young Arthur, duke of Bretagne, in ;Who, by the hand of France, this day hath madeMuch work for tears in many an Englifli mother,Whofe Tons lye fcatterd on the bleeding ground:Many a widows hulband groveling embracing the difcolourd earth;And vi6tory, with little lofs, doth playUpon the dancing banners of the French ;Who are at hand, triumphantly enter conquerors, and to proclaimArthur of Bretagne, Englands king, and yours. Enter an Engll/h Herald, u-Iih trumpets. E. Her. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring yourbells; 3 * You men of Angiers, &c.] This fpeech is very poeticaland fmooth, and except the conceit of the iridows hi/Jlande
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