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K: Pbilip. Bind up your hairs.

Conft. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?
I tore them from their bonds, and cry'd aloud,
O, that these hands could so redeem my son,
As they have giv’n these hairs their liberty !
But now I envy at their liberty,
And will again commit them to their bonds;
Because my poor child is a prisoner,
And, father Cardinal, I have heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends in heav'n;
If that be, I shall see my boy again.
For since the birth of Cain, the first male-child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
But now will canker forrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek ;
And he will look as hollow as a ghost ,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meer him in the court of heav'n int
I shall not know him ; therefore never, never,
Must I behold my pretty Artbur more, Cvosijo

Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. He calks to me, that never had a fom
K. Pbilip. You are as fond of grief, as of your child.

Const. Grief fills the room up of my abfento child ;
Lyes in his bed, walks up and down withrme; ms.
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, berim
Remembers me of all his gracious parts ;
Scuffs out his vacant garments with his form ;
Then have I reafon to be fond of grief..
Fare you well; had you fach a loss as I,

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I could give better comfort than you do. ...
I will not keep this form upon my head,

[Tearing off her bead-cloaibs.
When there is such disorder in my wit.
O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair fon!

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My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure! [Exit.
K. Philip. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her,

Lewis. There's nothing in this world can make me

• Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
• Vexing the dull car of a drowsie man.'
A bitter Thame hath spoilt the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Evin in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest: evils that take leave,
On their departure, most of all thew evil.
What have you lost by losing of this day?

Lewis. All days of glory, joy, and happiness,

Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had.
No, no, when fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye.
'Tis strange to think how much King John hath loft
In this, which he accounts so clearly won.
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner?'

Lewis. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.

Pand: Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.
Now hear me speak with a prophetick spirit;
For ev'n the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
Out of the path which Thall directly lead
Thy foot to England's throne : and therefore mark.
Fohn hath seiz'd Arthur, and it cannot be
That whilft warm life plays in that infant's veins,
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
A minute, näy, one quiet breath, of rest,
A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boist'rously maintain'd, as gain'd.

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- And he, that stands upon-a. Nippr'y place, « Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.". That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; So be it, for it cannot be but so. Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's

fall ? Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Artbur, did.

Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Artbur did. Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old

world? John lays you plots; the times. conspire with you; For he, that steeps his safety in true blood, Shall find but bloody safety and untrue, " This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts. “ Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; “ That no lo small advantage shall step forth « To check his reign, but they will cherish ita “ No nat'ral exhalation in the sky, «No 'scape of nature, no distemper'd day, “ No common wind, no customed event, “ But they will pluck away its nat'ral cause, “ And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, “ Abortives, and presages, tongues of heav'n " Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John." Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's

life; But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

Pand. O Sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already. Ev'n at this news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people fhall revolc from him,

1 No 'scape of nature,-) The author very finely calls a monftrous birib, an escape of nature. As if it were produced while the

was busy elsewhere, or intent on some other thing. But the Oxford Editor will have it, that Shakespear wrote, Na hape of nature.



And kiss the lips of unacquainted change;)
Andy pick strong matter of revolt and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of Jobn.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ;
And O, what better matter - breeds for you
Than I have nam'd! The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ranfacking the church,
Offending charity. If bue twelve French OT
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their fide;
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Daupbin ;
Go with me to the King: 'tis wonderful
What may be wrought out of their discontent. .]
Now that their fouls are top-full of offence,

1.2 For England go ; I will whet on the King.

Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions 1 let us go; If

you fay ay, the King will not say mo? (Exent.

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Hub. Uạcleanly seruples! fear not you ; look co't. Young lady come forth; I have to say with youth is

Enter Arthur. Artb. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little prince.

Artb. As little prince (having fo great a title To be more prinçe) as may be. You are fad.

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier,

Artb. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body should be fad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,

.. * Young gentlemen would be as fad as night, 2. W Only for wantonness. By my christendomy, isión So were 1 out of prison, and kept sheep, shilincs I should be merry as the day is long. maign In

wa And so I would be here, but that, I doubt, mengi My uncle practises more harm to me. ,is yet w He is afraid of me, and I of him. Is fault, that I was Geffrey's fon? Indeed, it is not; and I would to heav'n, I were your son, so you would love me, Huberi.

Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lyes dead; Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Afide.

Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day ; In footh, I wou'd, you were a little fick ;

j That I might fit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me.

Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom. Read here, young Artburit [Sbewing a paper. -Hów now, foolish rheum, .os.. TA Aside

Turning dif-piteous (a) nature out of door!
I must be brief, left resolution drop
Que at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?
Ha) nasure : Oxford Edisor Vulg. torture.)


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