Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin. K. John.
Coz, farewell. [Exit Bastard. EN. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [She takes ARTHUR aside
K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,- But I will fit it with some better time. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee.
Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet:
But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say,-but let it go:, The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,1 To give me audience:-If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a church-yard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their checks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes;) Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But, ah, I will not:-Yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lov'st me well. Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I'd do't.
K. John. Do not I know, thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way;
And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me; Dost thou understand me! Thou art his keeper.
And I will keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty.
He shall not live. Enough.
I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee; Remember.- -Madam, fare you well; I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Eli. My blessing go with thee! K. John. For England, cousin: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho!
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. The French King's Tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants.
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? And bloody England into England gone, O'erbearing interruption, spite of France? Lew What he hath won, that hath he fortified; So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard, Of any kindred action like to this?
K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this praise,
So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter CONSTANCE.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, In the vile prison of afflicted breath:- I pr'y thee, lady, go away with me.
Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance!
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death:-0 amiable lovely Death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy detestable bones; And put my eye balls in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, O, come to me. K. Phi.
O fair affliction, peace.
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world; And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so;
I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine; My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: I am not mad; I would to heaven, I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget!- Preach some philosophy to make me mad, And thou shall be canoniz'd, cardinal; For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes, And teaches me to kill or hang myself: If I were mad, I should forget my son: Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he: I am not mad; too well, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. K. Phi. Bid up those tresses: 0, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief; Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity.
Const. To England, if you will. K. Phi.
Bind up your hairs. Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I
I tore them from their bonds: and cried aloud, 0 that these hands could so redeem my son, As they have given these hairs their liberty! But now I envy at their liberty, And will again commit them to their bonds, Because my poor child is a prisoner. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I shall see my boy again: For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire," There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will canker sorrow cat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he will look as hollow as a ghost; As dim and meagre as an ague's fit; And so he'll die; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him: therefore never, never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Pand. You hold too henious a respect of grief. Const. He talks to me that never had a son. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Refuse. ▾ Common. • Breathe. Graceful.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure. [Erit. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit. Lew. There's nothing in this world can make me joy:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness. Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and healt'ı, The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil: What have you lost, by losing of this day?
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. Pand. If you had won it, certainly you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange, to think how much King John hath lost
In this which he accounts so clearly won: Are not you griev'd that Arthur is his prisoner? Lew. As heartily as he is glad he hath him. Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark: John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be, That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, The misplaced John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest: A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand, Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd: And he that stands upon a slippery place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up: That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall. So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch, your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots; the times conspire with you: For he that steeps his safety in true blood, Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; That none so small advantage shall step forth, To check his reign, but they will cherish it: No natural exhalation in the sky,
No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause, And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life,
But holds himself safe in his prisonment.
Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of our approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies: and then the heart Of all his people shall revolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change: And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath, Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot; And, O, what better matter breeds for you, Than I have named!-The bastard Faulcor.bridge Is now in England, ransacking the church, Offending charity: If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side; Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful, What may be wrought out of their discontent: Now that their souls are topful of offence, For England go; I will whet on the king. Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions; Let us go;
If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room in the Castle.
Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and look thou stand
Within the arras:1 when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth: And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. 1 Attent. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to't.[Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR.
Arth. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good-morrow, little prince. Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be.-You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, no body should be sad but I: Yet I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, So I were out of prison and kept sheep, I should be merry as the day is long; And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me: He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy which lies dead:" Therefore, I will be sudden and despatch. [Aside. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night, and watch with you: I warrant I love you more than you do me. Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How now, foolish rheum! [vide.
Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.- Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must.
Arth. Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again:
And with my hand at midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time;
Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief!
Or, What good love may I perform for you? Many a poor man's son would have lain still And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And calling it cunning; Do, an if you will: If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you? Hub. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And quench his fiery indignation, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, consume away in rust, But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron? An if an angel should have come to me, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth. [Stamps. Re-enter Attendants, with Cord, Irons, &c. Do as I bid you do.
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Arth. Alas! what need you be so boist'rous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly:
Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. [Exeunt Attendants. Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours.
Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven!-that there were but a mote in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert! Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes; O, spare mine eyes; Though to no use, but still to look on you! Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, And would not harm me.
Arth. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserv'd extremes: See else, yourself; There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; And, like a dog that is compell'd to fight, Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. All things, that you should use to do me wrong, Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes For all the treasure that thine uncle owes: 4 Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, With this same very iron to burn them out.
2In cruelty I have not deserved.
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while You were disguised. Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu; Your uncle must not know but you are dead: I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee. Arth. O heaven!--I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me; Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—A Room of State in the Palace. Enter KING JOHN, crowned; PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords. The King takes his State. K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Pem. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd, Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before, And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land, With any long'd-ior change, or better state.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish," Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.
Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured: And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about: Startles and frights consideration; Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
Pem. When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness: And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault, Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse; As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault, Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
Sal. To this eflect before you were new crown'd, We breath'd our counsel: but it pleas'd your highness
To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd; Since all and every part of what we would," Doth make a stand at what your highness will.
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation I have posses'd you with, and think them strong; And more, more strong, (when lesser is my fear,) I shall indue you with: Mean time, but ask What you would have reform'd that is not well; And well shall you perceive, how willingly I will both hear and grant you your requests. Pem. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts,) Both for myself and them, (but chief of all, Your safety, for the which myself and them Bend their best studies,) heartily request The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent To break into this dangerous argument,- If, what in rest you have, in right you hold, Why then your fears, (which, as they say, attend The steps of wrong,) should move you to mew up Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth The rich advantage of good exercise? That the time's enemies may not have this To grace occasions, let it be our suit, That you have bid us ask his liberty; Which for our goods we do no further ask, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, Counts it your weal, he have his liberty.
K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth
To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you? Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed;
He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine: The image of a wicked henious fault Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast; And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done, What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
Sal. The color of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds twixt two dreadful battles set: His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong
Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Sal. It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame, That greatness should so grossly offer it: So thrive it in your game! and so farewell.
Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, And find the inheritance of this poor child, This little kingdom of a forced grave.
I find the people strangely fantasied; Possess'd with rumors, full of idle dreams; Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear: And here's a prophet, that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heels; To whom he sung, in rood harsh-sounding rhymes, That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon, Your highness should deliver up your crown.
K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him; And on that day at noon, whereon, he says, I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd: For I must use thee.-0 my gentle cousin. Deliver him to safety, and return,
[Exit HUBERT, with PETER. Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd? Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, full of it: (With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,) And others more, going to seek the grave Of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night your suggestion. K. John. Gentle kinsman, go, And thrust thyself into their companies: I have a way to win their loves again; Bring them before me.
I will seek them out. K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.
O, let me have no subject enemies,
That blood, which ow'd' the breadth of all this isle, When adverse foreigners affright my towns
Three foot of it doth hold: Bad world the while! This must not be thus borne: this will break out To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.
[Exeunt Lords. K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; There is no sure foundation set on blood; No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-
A fearful eye thou hast: Where is that blood, That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? So foul a sky clears not without a storm: Pour down the weather:-How goes all in France? Mess. From France to England.-Never such a power
For any foreign preparation,
Was levied in the body of a land!
The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; For, when you should be told they do prepare, The tidings come, that they are all arrived.
K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been
Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care, That such an army could be drawn in France, And she not hear ot it?
Mess. My liege, her ear Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died Your noble mother: And, as I hear, my lord, The lady Constance in a frenzy died
Three days before: but this from rumor's tongue I idly heard; if true, or false, I know not. K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion; O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd My discontented peers!-What! mother dead? How wildly then walks my estate in France!-- Under whose conduct came those powers of France, That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here? Mess. Under the Dauphin.
Enter the Bastard and PETER of Pomfret. K. John. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the world To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff My head with more ill news, for it is full. Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd Under the tide; but now I breathe again Aloft the flood; and can give audience To any tongue speak it of what it will.
Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen, The sums I have collected shall express. But, as I travelled hither through the land,
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!- Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels; And fly, like thought, from them to me again. Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. [Exit. K. John. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentle-
Go after him; for he, perhaps, shall need Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; And be thou he. Mess.
With all my heart, my liege.
Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about The other four, in wond'rous motion. K. John. Five moons? Hub.
Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophecy upon it dangerously; Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one and other in the ear;
And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, 'The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet.) Told of a many thousand warlike French,
That were embattled and rank'd in Kent:
Another lean unwash'd artificer
Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears?
Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty cause To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not pro
K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth
Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not came into my mind: But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Finding thee fit for bloody villany, Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; And thou, to be endeared to a king,
Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. Hub. My lord,-
K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause,
When I spake darkly what I purposed;
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words;
Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me: But thou didst understand me by my signs, And didst in signs again parley with sin: Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, And, consequently, thy rude hand to act The deed, which both our tongues held vile to
Out of my sight, and never see me more! My nobles leave me; and my state is braved, Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: Nay in the body of this fleshly land,
This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Hostility and civil tumult reigns
Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, I'll make a peace between your soul and you. Young Arthur is alive: This hand of mine Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Within this bosom never enter'd yet
The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, And you have slander'd nature in my form; Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords!
The king, by me, requests your presence straight. Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us; We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honors, nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks: Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best.
Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now Bast. But there is little reason in your grief; Therefore, 'twere reason you had manners now. Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
Bast. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man else. Sal. This is the prison: What is he lies here? [Seeing ARTHUR. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
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
Or have you read, or heard? ar could you think? Or do you almost think, although you see, That you do see? could thought, without this object, Form such another? This is the very top, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears of soft remorse.7
Pem. All murders past do stand excused 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 henious spectacle.
Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work; The graceless action of a heavy hand, If that it be the work of any hand.
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand?- We had a kind of light, what would ensue: It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the The practice, and the purpose, of the king:
Throw this report on their incensed rage, And make them tame to their obedience! Forgive the comment that my passion made Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, And foul imaginary eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous than thou art. O, answer not; but to my closet bring The angry lords, with all expedient haste:
I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Before the Castle.
Enter ARTHUR, on the Walls.
Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down: Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not!- There's few, or none, do know me; if they did, This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis'd me quite. I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it. If I get down, and do not break my limbs, I'll find a thousand shifts to get away; As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. [Leaps down. O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones: Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones! [Dies.
Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's Bury;
It is our safety, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal? Sal. The count Melum, a noble lord of France; Whose private with me," of the Dauphin's love, Is much more general than these lines import.
Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then. Sal. Or, rather then set forward: for 'twill be Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet. *Noted, observed.
From whose obedience I forbid my soul, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, And breathing to his breathless excellence The incense of a vow; a holy vow; Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Never to be infected with delight, Nor conversant with ease and idleness, Till I have set a glory to this hand, By giving it the worship of revenge. Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death:- Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! Hub. I am no a villain. Sal.
Must I rob the law? [Drawing his sword. Bast. Your sword is bright, sir: put it up again. Sal. Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin. Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours: I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my trues defence; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a noble man?
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor. Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Hub. Do not prove me so; Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. Pem. Cut him to pieces.
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