Muft needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeferv'd extreams; fee elfe your felf, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye, For all the treasure that thine uncle owns : Yet am I fworn; and I did purpose, boy, With this fame very iron to burn them out. Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised. Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your uncle muft not know but you are dead. Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence, no more; go clofely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to the Court of England. Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords K. John. HEI ERE once again we fit, once again crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. Pemb. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd, The faiths of men ne'er ftained with revolt: Sal. Therefore to be poffefs'd with double pomp, To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish, Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, And in the last repeating troublesome ; Being urged at a time unfeasonable. Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected, For putting on fo new a fashion'd robe. Pemb. When workmen ftrive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness; (15) And oftentimes excufing of a fault (15) They do confound their Skill in Covetoufnefs.] i. e. Not by their Avarice, but in an eager Emulation, an intense Defire of excelling; as in Henry V. But if it be a Sin to covet Honour, I am the moft offending Soul alive. R 4 Doth Doth make the fault the worse by the excufe: Than did the fault before it was fo patch'd. Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, We breath'd our counfel; but it pleas'd your highness To over-bear it; and we're all well pleas'd; Since all and every part of what we would, Muft make a stand at what your highness will. K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation I have poffeft you with, and think them strong. And more, more ftrong (the leffer is my fear) I fhall endue you with: mean time, but ask What you would have reform'd, that is not well, And well fhall you perceive how willingly I will both hear and grant you your requests. Pemb. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these, To found the purposes of all their hearts, (Both for myself and them; but chief of all, Your fafety; for the which, myself and they Bend their best ftudies;) heartily request Th' infranchisement of Arthur; whofe reftraint Doth move the murm'ring lips of discontent To break into this dang'rous argument; If what in rest you have, in right you hold, Why fhou'd your fears, (which, as they fay, attend The fteps of wrong) then move you to mew up Your tender kinfman, and to choke his days With barb'rous ignorance, and deny his youth The rich advantage of good exercise ? That the time's enemies may not have this Το grace occafions, let it be our fuit, That you have bid us ask his liberty; Which for our good we do no further ask, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, Counts it your weal, that he have liberty. Enter Hubert. K. John. Let it be fo; I do commit his youth To your direction. Hubert, what news with you? Pemb. Pemb. This is the man, should do the bloody deed: Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles fent: (16) Pemb. And when it breaks, I fear, will iffue thence The foul corruption of a fweet child's death. K. John. We cannot hold mortality's ftrong hand. Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his fickness was paft cure. Pemb. Indeed, we heard how near his death he was, Before the child himself felt he was fick. This must be anfwer'd, either here, or hence. K. John. Why do you bend fuch folemn brows on me? Think you, I bear the fhears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulfe of life? Sal. It is apparent foul-play, and 'tis fhame That greatnefs fhould fo grofly offer it: So thrive it in your game, and fo farewel! Pemb. Stay yet, lord Salisbury, I'll go with thee, That blood, which own'd the breadth of all this isle, [Exeunt. (16) Like Heralds, 'twixt two dreadful Battles fet ;] But Heralds are not planted, 1 prefume, in the midft betwixt two Lines of Battle; tho' they, and Trumpets, are often fent over from Party to Party, to propofe Terms, demand a Parley, &c. I have therefore ventur'd to read, sent, Enter a Messenger. K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent. [Afide. A fearful eye thou haft; where is that blood, [To the Mef That I have feen inhabit in those cheeks? So foul a sky clears not without a storm; Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France? Mef. From France to England never such a power, For any foreign preparation, Was levy'd in the body of a land. The copy of your speed is learn'd by them : K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? Mef. My Liege, her ear Is ftopt with duft: the first of April, dy'd Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue K. John. With-hold thy fpeed, dreadful occafion! Enter Faulconbridge, and Peter of Pomfret. With these ill tidings. Now, what fays the world Faul. But if you be afraid to hear the worst, K. John, |