Your worth, your greatnefs, and nobility. [man? Sal. Thou art a murderer. Hub. Do not prove me fo; Yet, I am none. Whofe tongue foe'er fpeaks falfe, Faulc. Keep the peace, I say. Sal. Stand by, or I fhall gaul you, Faulconbridge. Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salisbury. If thou but frown on me, or ftir thy foot, Or teach thy hafty spleen to do me shame, I'll ftrike thee dead. Put up thy fword betime, Or I'll fo maul you, and your toasting-iron, That you fhall think the devil is come from hell. Bigot. What will you do, renowned Faulconbridge? Second a villain, and a murderer? Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Hub. 'Tis not an hour fince I left him well: Sal. Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without fuch rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorfe and innocence. Away with me all you whofe fouls abhor Th' uncleanly favour of a flaughter-house, For I am ftifled with the smell of fin. Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there. Pemb. There, tell the King, he may enquire us out. [Exeunt Lords. Faulc. Here's a good world! Knew you of this Beyond the infinite and boundless reach [fair work? Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damned, Hubert. Hub. Do but hear me, Sir. Faulc. Ha? I'll tell thee what, Thou'rt damned fo black--nay, nothing is fo black; As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Faulc. If thou didst but confent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And if thou wantest a cord, the smallest thread Hub. If I in act, confent, or fin of thought, Faule. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amazed, methinks, and lofe my way (23) How eafy doft thou take all England up, From forth this morfel of dead royalty! But how did Hubert take England up, from forth the dead body of young Arthur? Moft fagacious editors! The ftupid pointing, which has prevailed in all the copies, makes ftark nonfenfe of the paffage. My pointing reftores it to its genuine puri From forth this morfel of dead royalty, ACT V. SCENE, the Court of England. [Exeunt. Enter King JOHN, PANDULPH, and Attendants. ΤΗ K. JOHN. Hus I have yielded up into your hand Pand. Take again [Giving the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the Pope, ty. Faulconbridge, seeing Hubert take up the body of the dead Prince, makes two reflections:- How eafily, fays he, doft thou take up all England in that burden! and then, that the life, right, and truth of the realm was fled to Heaven from out the breathlefs corfe of that flaughtered royalty, c. Your fovereign greatness and authority. K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet And from his Holiness ufe all your power Then paufe not; for the prefent time's fo fick, Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up, Gol to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. K. John. Is this Afcenfion-day? did not the prophet : (14) But fince you are a gentle convertite,] i. e. a convert, (a penitent) as we now phrafe it but in our Author's time convertite was the term in fashion. We find him ufe it again, more than once. In as you like it, fententious Jaques fays; out of thefe convertites There is much matter to be heard and learned. He thence departs a heavy convertite z And Beaumont and Fletcher, in their Noble- Gentleman: The termination of this word, no doubt, was formed from the Italian participle convertito: and the Spaniards likewife call a convert, un convertide. Say, that before Afcenfion-day at noon Enter FAULCONBRIDGE. [out Faule. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds And wild amazement hurries up and down K. John. Would not my Lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive? Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the An empty caíket, where the jewel, life, [streets, By fome damned hand was robbed and ta'en away. K. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Be ftirring as the time; be fire with fire; |