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And thrust thyself into their companies :
Faul. I will seek them out.
. fore. .
K. John. Five moons ?
Hub. Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy 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 another in the ear; And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist ; Whilst he that lears 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, Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattled and rank'd in Kepli .'
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
[Exit King Philip. Lew. There's nothing in this world can make me
Pan. Before the curing of a strong disease,
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, The misplaced John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall.
Leu. 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. 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
Of all his people shall revolt from him.
[Exeunt the CARDINAL and Lewis.
ACT THE FOURTH.
A Room in a Castle.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you :-look to't.
(Exeunt ExecutIONERS. 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!
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?
lub. Young boy, I must.
Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did
Kub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. And if an angel should have come to me,
[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
out, 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: