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O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth,
Pan. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow..
Con. Thou art not holy to belie me so;
K. Phil. Bind up those tresses.
Con. O, father cardinal, I have heard you say,
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
I shall not know him: therefore never, never
Pan. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Con. Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
(Exit King PHILIP. 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 sbame hath spoild the sweet world's taste, That it yields naught, but shame and bitterness. , Pan. Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, 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.
Pan. If you had won it, certainly you had. : John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be,
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, -
Ler. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pan. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's
life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pan. 0, 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
Of all his people shall revolt from him. .
[Exeunt the CARDINAL and LEWİS.
ACT THE FOURTH.
A Room in a Castle.
Enter HUBERT, with Irons in his Hand, and Two
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you :-look to't.- .
[Exeunt ExecuTIONERS, Young låd, 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!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
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 co take possession of my bosom.Read here, young Arthur, [Gives him a Warrant. How now, foolish rheum !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?
tłu. Young boy, I must.
Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. And if an angel should have come to me,
bert's. Hub. Come forth.
[HUBERT stamps, and the ExecUTIONERS
enter with the Irons and Cords. Do as I bid you.
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are
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, hcar me, Hubert drive these men away, . And I will sit as quiet as a iamb: