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Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I And foul imaginary eyes of blood did.
Presented thee more hideous than thou art. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt hea O answer not, but to my closet bring ven and earth
The angry lords, with all expedient haste. Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal | Iconjure thee but slowly: run more fast. (E.ceunt. Witness against us to damnation ! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!-Hadst not thou been by, | A fellow by the hand of nature marked,
Scene III.-The same. Before the Castle. Quoted and signed to do a deed of shams, This murder had not come into my mid:
Enter Arthur on the walls. But taking note of thy abhorred aspect,
Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down. Finding thee fit for bloody villany,
Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not! Apt, liable, to be employed in danger,
There's few or none do know me: if they did, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death: This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me And thou, to be endeared to a king,
quite. Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. I am afraid ; and yet I 'll venture it. Hub. My lord,
If I get down, and do not break my limbs, K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or I'll find a thousand shifts to get away: made a pause,
As good to die and go, as die and stay. When I spake darkly what I purposéd;
[Leaps down. Or turned an eye of doubt upon my face, O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones.As bid me tell my tale in express words,
Heaven take my soul, and England keep my Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me breaks
[Dies. off'; And those thy fears miglit have wrought fears in
Enter Pembroke, SALISBURY, and Bigot. me.
Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint-Edmund'sBut thou didst understand me by my signs, And didst in signs again parley with sin : It is our safety, and we must embrace Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, This gentle offer of the perilous time. And consequently thy rude hand to act
Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal? The deed which both our tongues held vile to Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France : name.
Whose private with me, of the Dauphin's love, Out of my sight, and never see me more! Is much more general than these lines import. My nobles leave me; and my state is braved, 1 Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him, then. Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers. 1. Sal. Or rather, then set forward : for 't will be Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet. This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Hostility and civil tumult reigns
Enter The Bastard. Between my conscience and my cousin's death. Bast. Once more to-day well mct, distempered Hub. Arm you against your other enemies;
.. , I 'll make a peace between your soul and you. The King, by me, requests your presence straight. Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine Sal. The King hath dispossessed himself of us : Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
We will not line his thin bestainéd cloak Not painted with the crimson spots of blood: With our pure honours, nor attend the foot Within this bosom nerer entered yet
That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks. The dreadful motion of a murderous thought: Return and tell him so: we know the worst. And you have slandered nature in my form;
Bast. Whate'er you think, good words I think Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
were best. Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
now. K. John. Doth Arthur live? O haste thee to Bast. But there is little reason in your grief: the peers;
| Therefore 't were reason you had manners now. Throw this report on their incenséd rage,
Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. And make them tame to their obedience!
Bast, 'T' is truc: to hurt his master; no man else. Forgive the comment that my passion made Sal. This is the prison. What is he lies bere ! Upon thy feature: for my rage was blind,
(Seeing Arthur. TOL. IIT.
Pem. V death, made proud with pure and | And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
Shall give a holiness, a purity.
Exampled by this heinous spectacle !
Bast. It is a damnéd and a bloody work ; Big. Or, when he doomed this beauty to a The graceless action of a heavy hand, grave,
If that it be the work of any hand. Found it too precious-princely for a grave.
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?Sal. Sir Richard, what think you ? Have you | We had a kind of light what would ensue. beheld,
It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; Or have you read or heard, or could you think, The practice and the purpose of the King: Or do you almost think, although you see, From whose obedience I forbid my soul, That you do see ? Could thought, without this Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, object,
And breathing to his breathless excellence
Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
By giving it the worship of revenge. Pem. All murders past do stand excused in | Pem. , Our souls religiously confirm thy this:
| Big. 5 words.
Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this Ilub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you.
fair work? Arthur doth live: the King hath sent for you. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death. Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! | Art thou damned, Hubert. Hub. I am no villain.
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir. Sal. Must I rob the law? [Drawing his sword. Bast. Ha! I 'll tell thee what: Bast. Your sword is bright, sir: put it up again. Thou art damned as black--nay, nothing is so Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin,
black: Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury; stand back, Thou art more deep damned than Prince Lucifer. I say:
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell By heaven, I think my sword 's as sharp as yours. As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
Ilub. Upon my soul, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Bast. If thou didst but consent Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
To this most cruel act, do but despair, Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a noble That ever spider twisted from her womb man?
Will serve to strangle thee: a rush will be IIub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend A beam to hang thee on : or, wouldst thou drown My innocent life against an emperor.
thyself, Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Bast. Keep the peace, I say.
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Falconbridge. Which was imbounded in this beauteous clay,
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: Let hell want pains enough to torture me! If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
I left him well. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.I 'll strike thee dead! Put up thy sword betime; | I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way Or I 'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, Among the thorns and dangers of this world.That you shall think the devil is come from hell. How easy dost thou take all England up! Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Falcon- | From forth this morsel of dead royalty, bridge ?
The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Second a villain and a murderer ?
Is fled to heaven; and England now is left Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth Big. Who killed this prince ?
The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Hub. "T is not an hour since I left him well. Now, for the bare-picked bone of majesty, I honoured him; I loved him; and will weep Doth doggéd war bristle his angry crest, My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
Sal, Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes. Now powers from home, and discontents at home, For villany is not without such rheum;
Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
(As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast) Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
The imminent decay of wrested pomp. Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house : Hold out this tempest.- Bear away that child, For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
And follow me with speed: I 'll to the King. Big. Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! | A thousand businesses are brief in hand, Pem. There, tell the King, he may inquire us | And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. out. [Exeunt Lords.