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Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
Const. To England, if you will.

[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?
I tore them from their bonds; and cry'd aloud,
Ob that these bands could

fo redeem my son,
As they bave given these bairs 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 heaven:
If that be true, 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 sorrow 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 meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him : therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. He talks to me, that never had a son.
K. Phil. You are as fond of grief, as of your child.
Const. Grief fills the room up

of my absent child,

fufpire,)-begin to breathe.

gracious)-graceful.
" Why, that word makes the faults gracious.'
Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, Vol. I. p. 135.

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;
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ;
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,

(Tearing of ber bead-dress. 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 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:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoild the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness.

Pand. 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 shew 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 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

For even the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each duft, each ftraw, each little rub,
Out of the path which shall directly lead
Thy foot to England's throne ; and, therefore, mark,
John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of reft:
A feepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain’d :
And he, that stands upon a flippery place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up :
That John may stand then, Arthur needs muft 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 thar Arthur did.

Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur 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 fafety in 8 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 none so small advantage shall step forth,
To check his reign, but they will cherish its
No natural exhalation in the sky,

No fcape of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural caufe,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

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.

so strange.

VOL. III.

ACT

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

England.
Northampton. A Room in the Castle.

Enter Hubert, and executioners.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand
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,
Fast to the chair : be heedful : hence, and watch.

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

you.

Enter Arthur.

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

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

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body 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 ochristendom,
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
a Uncleanly)—Unbecoming.

christendom, ]-faith.

My

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