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That John may stand, then Arthur needs must Methinks nobody shonld be sad but I:
fall;

Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
So be it, for it cannot be but so.

Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Only for wantonness. By my christendom, fall?

So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your I should be as meny as the day is long,
wife,

And so I would be here, but that I doubt
May then make all the claim that Arthur did. My uncle practises more harm to me:

Lero. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son
old world!

No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, John lays you plots; the times conspire with I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert yon ;

Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood, He will awake my mercy, which lies dead:
Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. Therefore, I will be sudden, and despatch.
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts

[ Aside
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale
That none so small advantage shall step forth, to-day :
To check his reign, but they will cherish it: In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
No natural exhalation in the sky,

That I might sit all night, and watch with you
No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, I warrant, I love you more than you do me.
No common wind, no customed event,

Hub. His words'do take possession of my bo
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.
Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,

How now,

foolish rheum ! [ Aside Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. Turning dispiteous torture out of door! Ler. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's I must be brief, lest resolution drop life,

Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. Bat hold himself safe in his prisonment.

Can you not read it? is it not fair writ? Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your ap Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : proach,

Must you with hot irons burn out both mine
If that young Arthur be not gone already,

eyes?
Even at that news he dies: And then the hearts Hub. Young boy, I must.
of all his people shall revolt from him,

Arth.

And will you?
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change; Hub.

And I will
And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.

did but ache,
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot;

I knit my handkerchief abont your brows,
And, 0, what better matter breers for you, (The best I had, a princess wrought it mé;
Than I have nam'd 1—The bastard Faulcon- And I did never ask it yon again:
bridge

And with my hand at midnight held your head;
Is now in England, ransacking the church, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Offending charity : If the a dozen French Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time:
Were there in arms, they would be as a call Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your
To train ten thousand English to their side;

grief?
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,

Or, What good love may I perform for you?
Anon becomes a mountain.. O noble Dauphin, Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
Go with me to the king: "Tis wonderful, And 'ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
What may be wrought out of their discontent: But you at your sick service had a prince.
Now that their souls are topful of offence, Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
For England go; I will whet on the king And call it cunning; Do, an if you will:
Lero. Strong reasons make strong actions; Let if heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill,
us go;

Why, then you nust.-Will you put out mine
If you say, ay, the king will not say, no.

eyes?
[Exeunt. These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,

So much as frown on you ?
Hub.

I have sworn to do it;
ACT IV.

And with hot irons must I burn them out. SCENE I. Northampton. A Room in the Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would

do it'!
Castle.

The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Enter Hubert and two Attendants. Approaching near these eyes, would drink my

tears
Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and look thou And quench his fiery indignation
stand

Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Within the arras: when I strike my foot

Nay, after that, consame away in rust,
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,

But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch!

iron ?
1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out An if an angel should have come to me,
the deed.

And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,
Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look I would not have believ'd him; no tongue, but
to't,
[Ereunt Attendants.

Hubert's
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Hub. Come forth.

[Stampe Enter Arthur.

Re-enter Attendants, with Cords, Irons, 8c.
Arth Good morrow, Hubert.

Do as I bid you do.
Hub.

Good morrow, little prince. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me; my eyos
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title

are out, To be more prince) as may be. -You are sad. Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him Arth.

Mercy on meil here.

Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. rough?

Pem. This once again, but that your bighness I will not struggle, I will stand stone still.

pleas'd, For heaven's

sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Was once superfluous : you were crown'd be Nay, hear me, Hubert I drive these men away, fore, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;

And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Nor look upon the iron angerly :

Fresh expectation troubled not the land, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, With any long'd-for change, or better state. Whatever torment you do put me to.

Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him. pomp, 1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a To guard a title that was rich before, deed.

(Ereunt Attendants. To gild refined gold, to paint the lilý,
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend ; To throw a perfume on the violet,
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart; To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Let him come back, that his compassion may Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
Give life to yours.

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Hub.

Come, boy, prepare yourself. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. Arth. Is there no remedy?

Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be Hub.

None, but to lose your eyes. done, Arth. O heaven !--that there were but a mote This act is as an ancient tale new told; in yours,

And, in the last repeating, troublesome, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Being urged at a time unseasonable. Any annoyance in that precious sense!

Sal. In this, the antique and well noted face Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous of plain old form is much disfigured: there

And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about: Hub Is this your promise 7 go to, hold your Startles and frights consideration; tongue.

Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, Arth Hubert, the utterance of a brace of For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. tongues

Per. When workmen strive to do better thar, Mrist needs want pleading for a pair of eyes;

well, Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Hu- They do confound their skill in covetousness : bert!

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault, Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse; So I may keep mine eyes : 0, spare mine eyes; As patches, set upon a little breach, Though to no use, but still to look on you! Discredit more in hiding of the fault, Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. And would not harm me.

Sal. To this effect, before you were new Hub.

I can heat it, boy: crown'd, Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas'd you grief,

bighness Being create for comfort, to be us'd

To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd; In undeserved extremes: See else yourself; Since all and every part of what we would, There is no malice in this burning coal; Doth make a stap i at what your highness will. The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, K. John. Some reasons of this double coronaAnd strew'd repentant ashes on his head.

tion Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. I have possess'd you with, and think them Arth. And if you do, you will but make it strong; blush,

And more, more strong, (when lesser is my fear,) And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hu- I shall indue you with : Mean time, but ask bert:

What you would have reform'd, that is not well; Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; And well shall you perceive, how willingly And, like a dog that is compellid to fight, 1 will both hear and grant you your requests. Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. Pem. Then I, (as one that ain the tongue of All things, that you should use to do me wrong, these, Deny their office: only you do lack

To sound the purposes of all their hearts.) That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, Both for myself and them, (but, chief of all, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. Your safety, for the which myself and them

Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes Bend their best studies,) heartily request
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
With this same very iron to burn them out. To break into this dangerous argument,

Arth. O,now you look like Hubert ! all this while If, what in rest you have, in right you hold,
You were disguised.

Why then your fears, (which, as they say, attend Hub.

Peace: no more. Adieu : The steps of wrong,) 'should move you to mew up Your uncle must not know but you are dead: Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. With barbarous ignorance, and deny bis youth And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, The rich advantage of good exercise ? That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, That the time's enemies may not have this Will not offend thee.

To grace occasions, let it be our suit, Arth O heaven !- I thank you, Hubert. That you have bid us ask his liberty Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me; Which for ow goods we do no further ask, Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Exeunt. Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, SCENE II.

Counts it your weal, he have his liberty.

K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter King John, crowned; Pembroke, Salis

Enter Hubert bury, and other Lords. The King takes his to your direction.-Hubert, what news vith State. & John. Here once again we sit, once again PemThis is the man should do the bloody crown'd,

deel;

you?

cure.

un me?

out so.

He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine : Enter the Bastard and Peter of Pomiret. The image of a wicked heinous fault

K. John

Thou hast made me giddy Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much trouuled breast;

With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the

world And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done, What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.

To your proceedings ? do not seek to stuff Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go, Bast. But if you be afeard to hear the worst,

My head with more ill news, for it is full. Between his purpose and his conscience, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set : ufis passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

K. John. Bear with me, cousin ; for I was Pem. And when it breaks, I fear, will issue Under the tide: but now I breathe again

amaz'd thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.

Aloft the flood; and can give audience K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong

To any tongue, speak it of what it will. hand :

Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen,

The sums I have collected shall express.
Good lords, although my will to give is living, But, as I travelled hither through the land,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd 10-night.

I find the people strangely fantasied ;

; Sal Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear; Pem. Indeed, we heard how near his death he From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found

And here's a prophet, that I brought with me Wus, Before the child himself felt he was sick :

With many hundreds treading on his heels;

To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows That ere the next Ascension-day at noon,

rhymes, Think you, I bear the shears of destiny?

Your highness should deliver up your crown.

K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

thou so? Sal. It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame,

Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall That greatness should so grossly offer it : So thrive it in your game! and so farewell.

K. John. Hubert, away with him ; imprison Pem. Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with

him ; thee

And on that day at noon, whereon, he says, And find the inheritance of this poor child, His little kingdom of a forced grave.

I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd: That blood, which ow'd the breadth of all this For I must use thee.-0, my gentle cousin,

Deliver him to safety, and return, isle, Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ?

[Erit Hubert with Peter. while ! This must not be thus borne: this will break

Bast. The French, my lord ; men's mouths are

full of it: out

Besides, I met Lord Bigot, and Lord Salisbury, To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.

(With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,)

(Exeunt Lords. And others more, going to seek the grave
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; Of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night
There is no sare foundation set on blood;
No certain life achiev'd by others' death.

On your suggestion.
K. John.

Gentle kinsman, go,
Enter a Messenger.

And thrust thyself into their companies : A fearful eye thou hast ; Where is that blood,

I have a way to win their loves again;

Bring them before me. That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?

Bast.

I will seek them ont. So foul a sky clears not without a storm: Pour down thy weather :-How goes all in K. John. Nay, but make haste ; the better foot

before. Mess. From France to England. - Never such when adverse foreigners affright my towns

0, let me have no subject enemies,
a power

With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
For any foreign preparation,
Was levied in the body of a land!

Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels;

And fly, like thought, from them to me again. The copy of your speed is learn'd by them;

Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me For, when you should be told they

do
prepare,
speed.

(Erit. The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been

K. John. Spoke like a spriteful noble gentledrunk

man. Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;

Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need care?

And be thou he. That such an army could be drawn in France,

Mess. With all my heart, my liege. (Exit. And she not hear of it ? Mess.

K. John. My mother dead!

My liege, hcr ear Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died

Re-enter Hubert. Your noble mother; And, as I hear, my lord, Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were soen The Lady Constance in a frenzy died

to-night: Three days before ; but this from rumour's Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about tongue

The other four, in wondrous motion. I idly heard ; if true, or false, I know not. K. John. Five moons? K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occa. Hub. Old men, and beldams, in the streets sion!

Do prophesy upon it dangerously : 0, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd Young Arthur's death is common in their My discontented peers I-What! mother dead? mouths : How wildly then walks my estate in France ! And when they talk of him, they shake their Under whose conduct came those powers of heads, France,

And whisper one another in the ear; That thou for truth

giv'st out, are landed here ? And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's Mess. Under the Dauphin.

wrist;

cause

Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, Throw this report on their incens'd rage,
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling And make them tame to their obedience!
eyes.

Forgive the comment that my passion made
I saw a smith stand with his hammer thus, Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, And foul imaginary eyes of blood
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Presented thee more hideous than thon art
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, O, answer not; but to my closet bring
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste The angry lords, with all expedient haste;
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,)

I conjure thee but slowly ; run more fast.
Told of a many thousand warlike French,

(Eseunt. That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent: Another lean unwash'd artificer

SCENE III. The same Before the Castle. Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.

Enter Arthur, on the Walls. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?

Arth. The wall is high ; and yet will I leap Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death?

down:Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not !

There's few, or none, do know me; if they did, To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis'd me him.

quite.
Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not I am afraid; and yet I'll ventare it.
provoke me?

If I get down, and do not break my limbe,
K. John. It is the curse of kings to be attended I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:
By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant As good to die, and go, as die, and stay.
To break within the bloody house of life;

[Leaps down. And, on the winking of anthority,

O mel my uncle's spirit is in these stones
To understand a law; to know the meaning Heaven take my soul, and England keep my
Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it

bones!

(Dies.
frowns
More upon humour than advis'd respect.

Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot.
Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's.
K. John. 0, when the last account 'twixt hea Bury;
ven and earth

It is our safety, and we must embrace
Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Witness against us to damnation :

Pem. Who brought that letter from the car How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds,

dinal ? Makes deeds ill done! Hadest thou not been by, whose private with nie, of the Dauphin's love,

Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France;
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted, and sign'd to do a deed of shame, Is much more general than these lines import.
This murder had not come into my mind : Big. Tomorrow morning let us meet him then.
But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,

Sal. Or, rather then set forward: for 'twill be
Finding thee fit for bloody, villany,

Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet
Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;

Enter the Bastard.
And thou, to be endeared to a king,

Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemperd Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.

Jords! Hub. My lord,

The king, by me, requests your presence straight. K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us; made a panse,

We will not line his thin bestained cloak
When I spake darkly what I purposed; With our pure honours, nor attend the foot
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks;
And bid me tell my tale in express words;

Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, break off,

were best. And those thy fears might have wrought fears Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason in me:

now. But thou didst understand me by my signs, Bast. But there is little reason in your grief: And didst in signs again parley with sin; Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. Yea, withont stop didst let thy heart consent, Pem. Sir, sir, inpatience hath its privilege. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act Bast. "Tis true: to hurt his master, no man The deed, which both our tongues held vile to

else. name.

Sal. This is the prison : What is he lies here?
Uut of my sight, and never see me more!

[Seeing Arthur.
My nobles leave me; and my state is brav'd, Pem. O death, made proud with pure and
Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers; princely beauty !
Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,

The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.
This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath donc,
Hostility and civil tumult reigns

Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a
Hub. Arm you against your other enemies,

grave,
I'll make a peace between your soul and you. Fonnd it too precious-princely for a grave.
Young Arthur is alive: This hand of mine Sal. Sir Richard, what think you ? Have you
I! yet a maiden, and an innocent hand,

beheld,
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Or have you read, or heard ? or could you think?
Within this bosom never enter'd yet

Or do you almost think, although you see,
The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, That you do see ? could thought, without this
And you have slander'd nature in my form;

object, Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,

Form such another? This is the very top, Is yet the cover of a fairer mind

The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Than to be butcher of an innocent child. Of murder's arms; this is the bloodiest shame, K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke,

That over wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rago,

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Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this: there! And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,

Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us Shall give a holiness, a purity,

[Ereuni Lords. To the yet unbegotten sin of times,

Bast. Here's a good world l-Knew you of this And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,

fair work ? Exampled by this heinous spectacle.

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work; of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, The graceless action of a heavy hand,

Art thou damn'd, Hubert. If that it be the work of any hand.

Hub.

Do but hear me, sir. Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ? Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what; We had a kind of light, what would ensue; Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;

black; The practice, and the purpose, of the king : Thou art more deep damn'd than prince LuFrom whose obedience I forbid my soul,

cifer : Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell And breathing to his breathless excellence As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. The incense of a vow, a holy vow;

Hub. Upon my soul, Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Bast.

If thou didst but consen! Never to be infected with delight,

To this most crnel act, do bat despair, Nor conversant with ease and idleness, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread 'Till I have set a glory to this hand,

That ever spider twisted from her womb By giving it the worship of revenge.

Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be Pem. Big: Our souls religiously confirm thy A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown words.

thyself,

Put but a little water in a spoon,
Enter Hubert.

And it shall be as all the ocean, Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking Enongh to stifle such a villain up. you:

I do suspect thee very grievously. Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Sal. O, he is bold and blushes not at death :- Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone ! Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Hub. I am no villain.

Let hell want pains enough to torture me! Sal.

Must I rob the law? I left him well. [Drawing his sword. Bast.

Go, bear him in thine arms.Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up I am amaz'd, methinks ; and lose my way again.

Among the thorns and dangers of this world. Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. How easy dost thou take all England up! Hui. Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, From forth this morsel of dead royalty, I say ;

The life, the right, and truth of all this realm By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as Is fled to heaven; and England now is left yours:

To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, The unowed interest of proud-swelling state Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Now, for the bare pick'd hone of majesty, Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace: Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a no- Now powers from home, and discontents at bleman?

home, Hub. Not for my life; but yet I dare defend Meet in one line; anul vast confusion waits My innocent life against an emperor.

(As doth a raven on a sick-fall’n beast,) Sal. Thou art a murderer.

The imminent decay of wrested pomp. Hub.

Do not prove me so; Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Yet I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks Hold ont this tempest. Bear away that child, false,

And follow me with speed ; I'll to the king: Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. A thousand businesses are brief in hand, Per. Cut him to pieces.

And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. Bast. Keep the peace, I say.

[Eseunt. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulcon.

bridge. Bast Thou wert better gall the devil, Salis

ACT V. bury:

SCENE I. The same. A Room in the Palace. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,

Enter King John, Pandulph with the crown, and I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime;

Attendants. Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, K. John. Thus have 1 yielded up into your That you shall think the devil is come from hell. hand Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulcon. The circle of my glory. bridge?

Pand.

Take again Second a villain, and a murderer?

(Giving John the Crown. Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.

From this my hand, as holding of the Pope, Big.

Who kill'd this prince? Your sovereign greatness and authority. Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: K. John. Now keep your holy word: go moet I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep

the French; My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. And from his holiness use all your power Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. eyes,

Our discontented counties do revolt;
For villany is not without such rheum: Our people quarrel with obedience;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
Away with me, all you, whose souls abhor This inundation of mistemper'd humour
The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house, Rests by you only to be qualified.
For I am stified with this smell of sin.

Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick,

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