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in yours,

Only for wantonness. By my christendom, Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,

Arik. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous I should be as merry as the day is long;

rough? And so I would be here, but that I doubt

I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. My uncle practises more harın to me:

For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! He is afraid of me, and I of hiin :

Nay, hear me, Húbert! drive these men away, Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?

And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Nor look upon the iron angerly :

Hub. if I talk to him, with his innocent prate Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: Whatever torment you do put me to.
Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. (Aside. Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to- 1 Allend." I am best pleas'd to be from such a

d ed.

[Exeunt Allendents. In sooth, I would you were a little sick;

Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; That I might sit all night, and watch with you: He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Let him come back, ihat his compassion may Hub. His words do take possession of my bo- Give life to yours.


Come, boy, prepare yourself. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] Arth. Is there no remedy? How now, foolish rheum?


None, but to lose your eyes. Turning dispiteous torture out of door!

Arth. O heaven!-that there were but a Inote I must be brief; lest resolution drop. Out at mine cyes, in tender womanish tears.-- A grain, a dust, u gnat, a wand'ring hair, Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?

Any annoyance in that precious sense! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so loul effect: Then, feeling what sımall things are boist'rous there, Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Your vile intent must needs scem horrible. Hub. Young boy, I musi.

Hub. Is this your prornisc? go to, hold your Arth, And will you?

ton' ue. Hub.

And I will, Arth. Huberi, the utterance of a braccorton gues Arth. Have you the heart? When your head Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: did but ache,

Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert!
I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Or, llubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) So I may keep mine eyes; 0, spare mine cyes;
And I did never ask it you again :

Though to no use, but still to look on you!
And with my hand at midnight held your head; Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,

And would not harm me.
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time;


I can heat it, boy. Saying, What lack you? and, where lies your Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with griel?

Or, What good love may I perform for you? Being create for comfort, to be us'd
Many a poor man's son would have lain still, In undeserv'd extremes :1 Sec else yoursell ;
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;

There is no malice in this burning coal;
But you at your sick service had a prince. The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
Nay; you may think, my love was crafty love, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
And call it cunning ; Do, an if you will:

Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, bor. If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: eves?

Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; These cyes, that never did, nor never shall, And, like a dog that is compellid to fight, So much is frown on you?

Snatch at his master that doth tarre? him on. Hub.

I have sworn to do it; All thinys, that you should use to do me wrong, And with hot irons must I burn them out. Deny their office: only you do lack

Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, The iron os itsell, though heat red-hot,

Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Approaching near these eyes, would drink my Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine tears,

eyes And quench his fiery indignation,

For all the treasures that thine uncle owes :3 Even in the matter of mine innocence:

Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,

With this same very iron to burn them out. But for containing fire to harm minc eye.

Arth. 0, now you look like Hubert! all this Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?

while An if an angel should have come to me,

You were disguised. And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,


Peace: noilore. Adieu ; I would not have believ'd no longue, but ! Iubert's. Your uncle must not know but you are dead: Hub. Come forth.

[Stamps. I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports.

And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Re-enler Alten:lants, with cord, irons, f.c. That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Do as I bid you do.

Will not offend thee. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. are out,

Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely* in with me; Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men, Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Ercunt.

(1) In cruelty I have not deserved. (2) Set him on (3) Owns, (4) Secretly.

SCENE 11.-The same. A room of state in the Which for our goods we do no further ask,

palace. Enter King Jolin, crowned; Pembroke, Than whereupon our wcal, on you depending, Salisbury, and olher lords. The king takes his Counts it your weal, he have hís liberty.. state,

K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth K. John. Here once again we sit, once again

Enter Hubert. crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you? Pem. This once again, but that your highness Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed; pleas'd,

He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine :
Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before, The image of a wicked heinous fault
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off'; Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;

Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast; Fresh expectation troubled not the land,

And I do fearfully believe, 'lis done, With any long'd-for change, or better state, What we so feard he had a charge to do.

Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go, To guard' a title that was rich before,

Between his purpose and his conscience, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,

Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: To throw a perfume on the violet,

His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. To smooth the ice, or add another hue

Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

thence To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,? The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.

K. Jolin. We cannot hold mortality's strong Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done,

hand : This act is as an ancient tale new told;

Good lords, although my will to give is living, And, in the last repeating, troublcsome,

The suit which you demand is gone and dead : Being urged at a time unseasonable.

He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Sal. Indeed, we sear’d, his sickness was past cure. of plain old form is much disfigured:

Pem. Indeed we heard how near his death he was, And, like a shisted wind unto a sail,

Before the child himself felt he was sick: It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. Startles and frights consideration ;

K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected,

on me? For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.

Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Pem. When workmen strive to do better than Have I commandment on the pulse of life? well,

Sal. It is apparent loul play ; and 'lis shame, They do confound their skill in covetousness ;3 That greatness should so grossly offer it: And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,

So thrive it in your game! and so farewell! Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse ; Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, As patches, set upon a little breach,

And find the inheritance of this poor child, Discredit more in hiding of the fault,

His little kingdom of a forced grave. Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle,

Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while! We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas’d your high- This must not be thus borne: this will break out

To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd;

(Exeunt Lords. Since all and every part of what we would,

K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; Doth make a stand at what your highness will. There is no sure foundation set on blood;

K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-
I have possess'd you with, and think them strong ;

Enter a Messenger.
And inore, more strong (when lesser is my fear,) a fearful eye thou hast; Where is that blood,
I shall indue you with: Meantime, but ask
What you would have reform'd, that is not well; So foul a sky clears not without a storm:

That I have seen inhabít in those cheeks?
And well shall you perceive, how willingly
I will both hear and grant you your requests.

Pour down thy weather :- How goes all in France ? Pem. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these,

Mess. From France to England.-Never such a To sound the purposes of all their hearts,).

power? Both for mysell, and them, (but, chief of all,

For any foreign preparation, Your safety, for the which myself and them

Was levied in the body of a land ! Bend their best studies,) hcartily request

The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; The enfranchisement of Arthur'; whose restraint For, when you should be told they do prepare, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent,

The tidings come, that they are all arrivd. To break into this dangerous argument,

K. Jolin. 0, where hath our intelligence been

drunk? If, what in rest you have, in right you hold,

Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care;
Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend
The steps of wrong,) should move you to mew up That such an army could be drawn in France,

And she not hear of it ?
Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth


My liege, her ear The rich advantage of good exercise?

Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died That the time's enemies may not have this

Your noble mother: And, as I hear, my lord, To grace occasions, let it be our suit,

The lady Constance in a frenzy died That you have bid us ask his liberty,

Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue

I idly heard; is true, or false, I know not. (1) Lace. (2) Decorate. Desire of excelling. (4) Publish, (5) Releasement. (6) Owned.

(7) Force. % Y


K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion! Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about
, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd The other four, in wondrous motion.
My discontented peers !- What ! mother dead ? K. John. Five moons ?
How wildly then walks my estate in France !- Hub.

Old men, and bedlams,
Under whose conduct came those powers of France, in the streets
That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here ? Do prophesy upon it dangerously :
Mess. Under the dauphin.

Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.

And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, K. John. Thou hast made me giddy And we, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the world whilst 'he, that hears, makes fearful action, To your proceedings ? do not seek to stuff

With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling My head with more ill news, for it is full.

eyes. Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst, I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,

K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd' With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news Under the tide : but now I breathe again

Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Aloft the flood; and can give audience

Standing on slippers (which his nimble haste To any tongue, speak it of what it will.

Had falsely thrust upon contráry feet,)
Basi. How I have sped among the clergymen, Told of a many thousand warlike French,
The sums I have collected shall express.

That were embattled, and rank'd in Kent:
But, as I travelled hither through the land, Another lean unwash'd artificer
I find the people strangely fantasied;

Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams; K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess rne with Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear:

these fears? And here's a prophet, that I brought with me

Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? From forth the streets of Pomfret

, whom I found Thy hand hath murder'd him : 1 had mighty cause With many hundreds treading on his heels ; To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. To whom he sung, in rude harsh-somding rhymes, Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you noi proThat, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,

voke me?' Your highness should deliver up your crown. K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst By slaves that take their humours for a warrant thou so?

To break within the bloody house of life : Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fallout so. And, on the winking of authority,

K. John. Hubert, away with himn; imprison him ; To understand a law; to know the meaning And on that day, at noon, whereon he says of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd: More upon humour than advis'd respect. Deliver him to safety," and return,

Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what i For I must use thee.--O my gentle cousin,

did. (Ecit Hubert with Peter.

K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ?

and earth Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal full of it:

Witness against us to damnation ! Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, (With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire,)

Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by, And others more, going to seek the grave A fellow by the hand of nature mark’d, Or Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, On your suggestion.

This murder had not come into my mind : K. John.

Gentle kinsman, go, But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, And thrust thyself into their companies:

Finding thee fit for bloody villany, I have a way to win their loves again;

Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger,
Bring them before me.

I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
I will seek them out.

And thou, to be endeared to a king,
K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.

Hub. My lord, 0, let me have no subject enemies,

K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, a When adverse foreigners affright my towns

made a pause, With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!

When I spake darkly what I purposed ; Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels;

Or turn'd'an eye of doubt upon my face, And fly, like thought, from them to me again. As bid me tell my tale in express words; Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break


off, K. John. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentle. And those thy fears might have wrought fears in Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need But thou didst understand me by my signs, Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; And didst in signs again parley with sin; And be thou he.

Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, Mess. With all my heart, my liege. [Exit. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act K. John. My mother dead!

The deed, which both our tongues held vile to Re-enter Hubert. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen Out of my sight, and never see me more ! to-night:

My nobles leave me; and my state is bray'd, (1) Stunped, confounded, (2) Custody, (8) Deliberate consideration, (4) Observed,




Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers : Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,

Bast. 'Tis true ; to hurt his master, no man else. This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Sal. This is the prison: What is he lies here? Hostility and civil tumult reigns

(Seeing Arthur. Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princeHub. Arm you against your other enemies,

ly beauty ! I'll make a peace between your soul and you. The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. Young Arthur is alive: This hand of mine

Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,

Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Within this bosom never enter'd yet

Found it too precious-princely for a grave. The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you And you have slander'd nature in my form;

beheld, Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,

Or have you read, or heard? or could you think? Is yet the cover of a fairer mind

Or do you almost think, although you see, Than to be butcher of an innocent child.

That you do see? could thought, without this object, K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to Form such another ? This is the very top, the peers,

The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Throw this report on their incensed rage, Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, And make them tame to their obedience! The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, Forgive the comment that my passion made That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Upon thy feature ; for my rage was blind, Presented to the ears of soft remorse." And foul imaginary eyes of blood

Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this : Presented thee more hideous than thou art. And this, so sole, and so unmatchable, 0, answer not; but lo my closet bring

Shall give a holiness, a purity,
The angry lords, with all expedient? haste : To the yet- unbegotten sin of time;
I conjure thee but slowly ; run more fast. [Exe. And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,

Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
SCENE III.-The same. Before the castle. En-

Basi. It is a damned and a bloody work; ter Arthur, on the walls.

The graceless action of a heavy hand, Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap If that it be the work of any hand. down:

Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?
Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not ! We had a kind of light, what would ensue:
There's few, or none, do know me; if they did, It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
*This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis'd me quite. The practice, and the purpose, of the king :-
I am afraid ; and yet I'll venture it.

From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
If I get down, and do not break my limbs, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:

And breathing to his breathless excellence, As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. The incense of a vow, a holy vow;

(Leaps down. Never to taste the pleasures of the world, O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :- Never to be infected with delight, Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones ! Nor conversant with ease and idleness,

(Dies. Till I have set a glory to this hand, Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot. By giving it the worship of revenge. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's

Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy

It is our safety, and we must embrace

Enter Hubert.
This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal?

Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France;

Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. Whose private with me," of the dauphin's love,

Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :Is much more general than these lines import.

Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone !

Hub. I am no villain,
Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.
Sal. Or, rather then set forward : for 'twill be


Must I rob the law ? Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet.

(Drawing his sword.

Bast. Your sword is bright, sir ; put it up again. Enter the Bastard.

Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper’da! Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I lords !

say; The king, by me, requests your presence straight. By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours:

Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us ; I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, We will not line his thin bestained cloak

Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; With our pure honours, nor attend the foot Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks : Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Return, and tell him so ; we know the worst. Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleBast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think,

man? were best.

Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now. My innocent life against an emperor.

Bast. But there is little reason in your gries; Sal. Thou art a murderer. Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. Hub.

Do not prove me so;" (1) His own body.

Expeditious. (6) Hand should be head : a glory is the circle of 13) Private account.

Out of humour. rays which surrounds the heads of saints in pictures, Pity.

(7) Honest. (8) By compelling me to kill you.

Yet, I am nonc: Whose longue soe'er speaks false, The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lics. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
Pem. Cut him to picces.

Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Bast.

Keep the peace, I say. And follow me with specd ; I'll to the king : Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. A thousand businesses are brief in hand,

Bast. Thou wert better gall ihe devil, Salisbury: And heaven itsell doth frown upon the land. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,

[Errunl. 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,

ACT V. That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? SCENE I.-The same. A room in the palace, Second a villain, and a murderer ?

Enter King John, Pandulph with the croren, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. Who kill'd this prince?

and attendants. Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep The circle of my glory. My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.


Take again Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,

(Givin; John the croun. For villany is not without such rheum,'

From this my hand, as holding of the pope, And he, long traded in it, makes it seem

Your sovereign greatness and authority: Like rivers of remorse? and innocency.

K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet Away, with me, and all you whose souls abhor

the French; The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house, And from his holiness use all your power For I am stilled with this smell of sin.

To stop their marches, 'fore we are in am'd. Big. Away, toward Bury, to the dauphin there! Our discontented counties do rerolt; Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us Our people quarrel with obedience ; out.

[Exeuni Lords. Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. fair work?

This inundation of mistemper'd'humour Beyond the infinite and boundless reach

Rests by you only to be qualified. of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

That present medicine must be minister'd, Hub.

Do but hear me, sir. Or overthrow incurable ensues. Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tem. Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so

pest up, black;

Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Luciser: But, since you are a gentle convertite, There is not yet so ugly a siend of hell

My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. And make fair weather in your blustering land. Hub. Upon my soul,

On this Ascension-day, remember well, Bast.

If thou didst but consent Upon your oath of service to the pope, To this most cruel act, do but despair,

Gol to make the French lay down their arms. And, if thou want'st a cord, the sinallest thread

(Eril. That ever spider twisted from her womb

K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Will serve to stranglc thce; a rush will be

prophet A beam to hang thce on; or would'st thou drown Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, thyself,

My crown I should give ofi? Even so I have: Put but a little water in a spoon,

I did suppose, it should be on constraint;
And it shall be as all the ocean,

But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary,
Enough to stifle such a villain up.-
I do suspect thee very grievously.

Enter the Bastard.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath

holds out, Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, But Dover castle : London hath receiv'd, Let hell want pains enough to torture me! Like a kind host, the dauphin and his powers : I let him well.

Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone

Go, bear him in thine arms.- To offer service to your enemy;
I am amaz’d," methinks; and lose my way And wild amazement hurries up and down
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.- The little number of your doubtful friends,
How easy dost thou take all England up!

K. John. Would not my lords return to me From forth this morsel of dead rovalty,

again, The life, the right, and truth of all this realm After they heard young Arthur was alive? Is fled to heaven; and England now is left

Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth

streets; The unowed" interest of proud-swelling state. An empty casket, where the jewel of life Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. Doth'dogged war bristle his angry crest,

K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace':

live. Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,) Be great in act, as you have been in thought ; (!) Moisture, (2) Pity. (3) Consounded. (4). Unowned.

(5) Girdle, (6) Converte

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