80 If that be true, I shall see my boy again; Pund. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. 90 Const. He talks to me that never had a son. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief as of your child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, 100 [Exit. 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 world's taste, 110 That it yields nought but shame and bitter ness. Pand. Before the curing of a strong dis ease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil : Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. 130 John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, The misplaced John should entertain an hour, So be it, for it cannot be but so. 140 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 you are and fresh in this old world! John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; For he that steeps his safety in true blood No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, 160 But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies; and then the hearts O all his people shall revolt from him And, 0, what better matter breeds for you 170 Than I have named! The bastard Faulconbridge Is now in England, ransacking the church, Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, If you say ay, the king will not say no. ACT IV. SCENE I. A room in a castle. [Exeunt. Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Arth. 10 Good morrow, little prince. As little prince, having so great a title To be more prince, as may be. You are sad. Hb. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks no body should be sad but Ĩ: 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 as 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 : 20 Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son ? Hub. [Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy which lies dead; Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale to-day: In sooth, I would you were a little sick, Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. Arth Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Hub. And will you? And I will. 40 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 lien still 50 And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; eyes? These eyes that never did nor never shall I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would 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 boister ous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive Whatever torment you do put me to. Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. First Exec. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt Executioners. Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend! A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, 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 [Exeunt. SCENE II. KING JOHN's palace. Enter KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords. K. John. Here once again we sit, once again And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. ness pleased, Was once superfluous: you were crown'd be And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off, Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: 100 Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Hub. I can heat it, boy. 10 To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.. Pem. But that your royal pleasure must This act is as an ancient tale new told, Sal. In this the antique and well note Of plain old form is much disfigured; Pem. When workmen strive to do betti than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness Doth make the fault the worse by the excas Think you I bear the shears of destiny? That greatness should so grossly offer it : And find the inheritance of this poor child, That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle, Three foot of it doth hold bad world the while! 100 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. repent: There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. 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 givest out are landed here? Mess. Under the Dauphin. 130 K. John. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tidings. Enter the BASTARD and PETER of Pomfret. To your proceedings? do not seek to stuff Then let the worst unheard fall on your head. K. John. Bear with me cousin, for I was amazed Under the tide but now I breathe again men, 140 With dreadful pomp of stout invasion! K. John. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman. 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. 19 [Er K. John. My mother dead! Hub. My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night; Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about K. John. Five moons! Hub. Old men and beldams in the streets Do prophecy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in the mouths: And when they talk of him, they shake thei heads And whisper one another in the ear; And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer' wrist. 19 Whilst he that hears makes fearful action, With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rollin eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death. with these fears? |