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Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
[Giving fome of ber hairs to the wind. K. Phil. Bind up your hairs.
Conft. Yes, that I will; And wherefore will I do it?
fo redeem my son,
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
of my absent child,
fufpire,)-begin to breathe.
Laus. • He talks to mo, tbat never had a son.] MACBETH, AC IV. S. 3. Merd.
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me;
(Tearing of ber bead-dress. When there is such disorder in
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 sorrows' cure! [Exit.
K. Phil. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit,
Lewis. There's nothing in this world, can make me joy:
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
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 threatening eye.
. 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath los 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 prophetic spirit;
For even the breath of what I mean to speak
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 thar Arthur did.
Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pand: 'How green you are, and fresh in this old world!
No fcape of nature, no distemper'd day,
How green you are, and fresh]-How raw and inexperienced. 3 true)-innocent. No fcape of nature,]-monstrous birth.
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, Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. 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, ransacking the church, Offending charity : If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as 'a call * To train ten thousand English to their side ; Or, as a little "snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, Go with me to the king : 'Tis wonderful, What may be wrought out of their discontent: Now that their souls are top-full of offence, For England go ; I will whet on the king.
Lewis. Strong reasons make " strong actions: Let us go; If
you say, ay, the king will not fay, 'no. (Exéuni.
la call)-a decoy bird, set to draw others to the nets k To Irain)-To entice. frow,)-not-ball.
Enter Hubert, and executioners.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. "Uncleanly scruple! Fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt executioners. Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with
Artb. Good morrow, Hubert.
Artb. As little prince (having so great a title
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!