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And well shall you perceive how willingly
Pemb. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
direction. Hubert, what news with you?
Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go,
His passion is so ripe it needs must break.
Pemb. And when it breaks, I fear, will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
K. Jobn. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Good lords, although my will to give is living, The suit which you demand is gone, and dead. He tells us, Artbur is deceas'd to night.
Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was paft cure.
Pemb. Indeed, we heard how near his death he was, Before the child himself felt he was sick. This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. K. Jobn. Why do you bend such solemn brows on
Sal. It is apparent foul-play, and 'tis shame
Pemb. Stay yet, lord Salisbury, I'll go with thee,
Enter a Meffenger. K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent. There is no sure foundation set on blood; No certain life atchiev'd by others' death — [Afde. A fearful eye thou hast ; where is that blood,
[To the Messenger. That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? So foul a sky clears not without a storm ; Pour down thy weather: how goes all in France ?
Mes. From France to England never such a power,
your speed is learn'd by them:
K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been drunk?
Mes. My Liege, her ear
Your noble mother; and, as I hear, my lord,
K. John. With-hold thy speed, dreadful occasion!
Enter Faulconbridge, and Peter of Pomfret. K. Jobn. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tidings. Now, what says the world To your proceedings? Do not seek to stuff My head with more ill news, for it is full.
Faul. But if you be afraid to hear the worst, Then let the worst unheard fall on your head.
K. Jobn. Bear with me, Cousin , for I was amaz'd Under the tide ; but now I breath again Aloft the flood, and can give audience To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
Faulc. How I have sped among the clergyinen, The sums I have collected shall express. VOL. III.
But as I travellid hither thro' the land,
K. John. Thou idle dreamer,wherefore did’It thou fo?
K. John. Hubert, away with him, imprison him,
[Exit Hubert, witb Peter,
full of it:
K. John. Gentle kinsman, go
Faul. I will seek them out.
before. o, let me have no subject enemies, When adverse foreigners affright my towns With dreadful pomp of stout invasion. Be Mercury, sec feathers to thy heels
And Ay, like thought, from them to me again. Faulo. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.
[Exit. K. Jabn. Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman. Go after him; for he, perhaps, shall need Some messenger betwixt me and the Peers ; And be thou he.
Mes. With all my heart, my Liege. (Exit, K. John. My mother dead !
Enter Hubert. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to
night: Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four, in wond'rous motion.
K. John. Five moons?
Hub. Old men and beldams, in the streets, Do prophesie 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, ( Whilft he, that hears, makes fearful action • With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes, • I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool, • With open mouth swallowing a taylor's news; • Who with his shears and measure in his hand, • Standing on Nippers, which his nimble hafte • Had falsely thruft upon contrary feet, « Told of a many thousand warlike French, « That were embatteled and rank'd in Kent.
Another lean, unwash'd artificer • Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.'