_Eli._ Son, list to this conjunction, make this match;[205][206] Give with our niece a dowry large enough:[206] For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie[206] 470 Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,[206][207] That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripe[206] The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit.[206] I see a yielding in the looks of France;[206] Mark, how they whisper: urge them while their souls[206] 475 Are capable of this ambition,[206] Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath[206][208] Of soft petitions, pity and remorse,[206] Cool and congeal again to what it was.[206] _First Cit._ Why answer not the double majesties 480 This friendly treaty of our threaten'd town? _K. Phi._ Speak England first, that hath been forward first[209] To speak unto this city: what say you? _K. John._ If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,[193] Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,' 485 Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen:[210] For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,[211] And all that we upon this side the sea, Except this city now by us besieged, Find liable to our crown and dignity, 490 Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich In titles, honours and promotions, As she in beauty, education, blood,[212] Holds hand with any princess of the world.[213] _K. Phi._ What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face. 495 _Lew._ I do, my lord; and in her eye I find[214] A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;[215] Which, being but the shadow of your son,[215] Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow:[215][216] 500 I do protest I never loved myself Till now infixed I beheld myself[217] Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.[218] [_Whispers with Blanch._ _Bast._ Drawn in the flattering table of her eye![219] Hang'd in the frowning-wrinkle of her brow! 505 And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espy Himself love's traitor: this is pity now, That, hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there should be In such a love so vile a lout as he. _Blanch._ My uncle's will in this respect is mine:[220] 510 If he see 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;[221] Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love.[222] 515 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 churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, That I can find should merit any hate. 520