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And thrust thyself into their companies :
I have a way to win their loves again.
Bring them before me.

Faul. I will seek them out.
K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot be.

. fore. .
O, let me have no subjects enemies,
When adverse foreigners affright my towns
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels, :.
And fly, like thought, from them to me again.
Faul. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.

K. John. Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
And be thou he. [Exit the ENGLISH HERALD.
K. John. My mother dead !

Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to-

night; .
Four fix'd; and the fifth did whirl about
The other four, in wondrous motion.

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.
Fare you well : had you such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
O. lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son !
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world !
My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure !

K. Phil. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.

[Exit King Philip. Lew. There's nothing in this world can make me

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoil'd 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, 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.
Go with me to the King: 'Tis wonderful,
What may be wrought out of their discontent.
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let us

If you say, Ay, the King will not say, No.

[Exeunt the CARDINAL and Lewis.




A Room in a Castle.
Enter HUBERT, with Irons in his Hand, and Two

Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou

Within the arras : when I strike my foot .
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy, which you shall find with me:-
Be heedful :-hence, and watch. .

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!
Methinks, nobody should be sad but I:
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 :
Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ?
No, indeed, is't not : And I would to Heaven,
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch.

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. And will you?
Hub. And I will.

Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did

but ache,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows,
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)
And I did never ask it you again :
And with my hand at midnight held your 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 lain still,
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ;
But you at your sick service had a prince.
Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
And call it cupping: Do, and if you will:
If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,
Why then you must.-Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you?

Kub. I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Arth. And if an angel should have come to me,
And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
I would not have believed him: no tongue, but Hu-

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

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:

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