“ That rises in my bosom."

Arn. Let but reason
Weigh the dire consequence of such a fight.

Mar. The consequence! Why, what do you forsake But certain slaughter ?

Arn. Horrid_damning thought!

Mar. I hop'd my risking wretchedness for love, Would have provok'd some emulation

Arn. Oh!

Mar. But thou art poor, the hero of pretence; And therefore thus for ever

Arn. Take me, lead
No, stop! it surely was some Siren's voice
Would lure me to destruction-Offlstand off!

Thou! thou art she that wonld ensnare my soul,
Ruin my peace, and sacrifice my fame.
But timely be advis'd : forbear to urge
A deed that all the earth would scorn me for,
All hell want plagues to punish.
Mar, Be undone -

Arn. Undone I am, whatever course I take
Dreadful alternative! Despair, or death,
Or everlasting shame!

Mar. I did not pause :
I chose, for Arnold's love to hazard all :
To suffer, if misfortune were our lot,
And never once reproach him or repine.
But he rejects such truth, such tenderness
Arn. Oh, hear me, help me, save me, sacred

pow'rs.

« Mar. Deserts a woman in adversity! “And seeks, in death, a rescue from the woes “ Her fortitude encounters.

« Arn. 'Tis too much, “ It tears my brain !-my bosom!-Oh!"

Mar. Thou’rt pale !

Arn. Dizzy and sick—the objects swim before me. Reach out thy hand to save me ere I sink : Oh, what a deprivation of all pow'rs! Lead me to my tent-I beg thee lead

“ Mar. I will. “ Lean fearless on my arm, it can sustain thee.” Arn. Oh, boasted manhood-how I feel thy weakness.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Opening, discovers a magnificent pavilion, in which King

John appears seated in state. On stools, below him, sit the DAUPHIN, Dukes of Berry, Anjou, Tou. RAIN and ORLEANS, Athens, Sens, RibemONT, CHARNEY, Lords, Attendants, and Guards all standing. King. At length, we've caught these lions in our

toils, These English spoilers, who through all our realm Haye mark'd their way with rapine, Aames, and

slaughters : Now, by my sacred diadem, I swear,

* That rises in my bosom."

Arn. Let but reason
Weigh the dire consequence of such a flight.

Mar. The consequence! Why, what do you forsake But certain slaughter ?

Ara. Horrid_damning thought!

Mar. I hop'd my risking wretchedness for love, Would bare provok'd some emulation

Are. Oh!

Mer. But thou art poor, the hero of pretence; And therefore thus--for ever

Arz. Take me, lead-
Na stop! it surely was some Siren's voice

1 lure me to destruction-Offl-stand off!

' thou art she that would ensnare my soul. u sy peace, and sacrifice my fame. Burarely be advis'd: forbear to urge

i that all the earth would scorn me for. ... sant plagues to punish.

« Mar. Deserts a woman in adversity! “And seeks, in death, a rescue from the woes '“ Her fortitude encounters. : « Arn. 'Tis too much, “It tears my brain !--my bosom!-Oh!"

Mar. Thou’rt pale !

Arn. Dizzy and sick—the objects swim before me. - Reach out thy hand to save me ere I sink :

Oh, what a deprivation of all pow'rs!
Lead me to my tent-I beg thee lead

" Mar. I will. “ Lean fearless on my arm, it can sustain thee.” Arn. Oh, boasted manhood-how I feel thy weak

[Exeunt.

ness.

SCENE III.

Opening, discovers a magnificent pavilion, in which King

John appears seated in state. On stools, below him, it the D , Dukes of BerrY, Anjou, Tou

Ns, Athens, Sens, RibemONT, , Attendants, and Guards all

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've caught these lions in our

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Now,

par,

Beyond a conqueror's joy my pleasure swells,
For that my foes have wrought their own confusion,
And found misfortunes where they meant to deal

them.
What say you, lords, must softening pity sway?
Or shall we glut our vengeance with their blood ?
Char. Heav'n gives them up the victims of your

wrath;
Indulge it, then, to their destruction. Mercy
Would mark your majesty the foe of France.
Your bleeding country cries for retribution:
I join it, with a voice by woes enfeebled ;
Hear, feel, and strike in such a moving cause,
The cause of wrongs, of wounds, of weeping age!
The widow'd bride, the childless father calls :
“ The helpless, parentless, unshelter'd babe!
“ Matrons bewailing their whole race cut off;
" And virgins panting from the recent rape !"
Oh, hear, redress-revenge us, royal sir,
For vengeance now is in your pow'r to grant.

Rib. Anger and hatred are disgraceful motives,
Calm dignity should ever counsel kings,
And govern all their actions. When they strike,
It ne'er should be to gratify resentment,
But, like the arm omnipotent of Heav'n,
To further justice : to create an awe
May terrify from evil:- better minds_
Rectify and benefit society!

Ath. The nuncio,
Who follow'd fast your majesty to Poictiers,