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Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think,
were best. Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason
Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
[Seeing ARTHUR. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and
princely beanty! The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.
Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you
beheld, Or have you read, or heard? or could
think? Or do you almost think, although you see, That you
do see? could thought, without this ob
ject, Form such another? This is the very top, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Of inurder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, *The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
Pemb. All murders past do stand excus'd in this: And this, so sole, and so unmatchable, Shall give a holiness, a purity, To the yet-unbegotten sin of time; And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest, Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
reason now.] To reason, in Shakspeare, is not so often to argue, as to talk.
Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work;
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand-
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death:-
Hub. I am no villain.
Must I rob the law?
[Drawing his sword.
a holy vow; Never to taste the pleasures of the world,] This is a copy of the vows made in the ages of superstition and chivalry.
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;' s
Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Do not prove me so; Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.
Keep the peace,
say. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you
shall think the devil is come from hell. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulcon
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Who kill'd this prince!
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
true defence;] Honest defence; defence in a good cause. Ô Do not prove me so;
Yet, I am none :] Do not make me a murderer, by compelling me to kill you; I am hitherto not a murderer.
Like rivers of remorse—] Remorse here, as almost every where in these plays, and the contemporary books, signifies pity.
Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!
[Exeunt Lords. Bast. Here's a good world!--Knew you of this
Do but hear me, sir.
Hub. Upon my soul,
If thou didst but consent
. I do suspect thee very grievously.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought
Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
peace: Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,) The imminent decay of wrested pomp.: Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, And follow me with speed; I'll to the king: A thousand businesses are brief in hand, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.
SCENE I. The same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King John, PANDULPH with the Crown, and
Attendants. K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory.
9 To tug and scamble,] Scamble and scramble have the same meaning.
| The unowed interest -] i. e. the interest which has no proper owner to claim it.
· The imminent decay of wrested pomp.] i. e. greatness obtained by violence; or rather, greatness wrested from its possessor.