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Like true, infeparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
Conft. To England, if you will.

[Giving fome of her 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 fon,

As they have given 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 fee and know our friends in heaven:
If that be true, I fhall fee my boy again;

For, fince the birth of Cain, the first male-child,
To him that did but yesterday fufpire,

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There was not fuch 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 fo he'll die; and, rifing fo again,

When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I fhall not know him: therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand. You hold too heinous a refpect of grief.

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Conft. He talks to me, that never had a fon.

K. Phil. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Conft. Grief fills the room up of my abfent child,

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fufpire,]-begin to breathe.

d gracious]-graceful.

"Why, that word makes the faults gracious."
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, Vol. I. p. 135. Lanz.

* He talks to me, that never had a fon.]—

MACBETH, A& IV. S. 3. Macd.

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 reafon to be fond of grief.
Fare you well: had you fuch a lofs as I, .
I could give better comfort than you do.-
I will not keep this form upon my head,

[Tearing off her bead-drefs.

When there is such disorder in my wit.

O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair fon!
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world!
My widow-comfort, and my forrows' 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 fhame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness.
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the inftant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave,
On their departure most of all fhew evil :
What have you loft by lofing 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 moft good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
'Tis ftrange, to think how much king John hath loft
In this which he accounts fo 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 fpeak, 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 fhall directly lead

Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. ́ John hath feiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,

That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,

The misplac'd John fhould entertain an hour,
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest :
A feepter, fnatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd:
And he, that ftands 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 fo.

Lewis. But what fhall I gain by young Arthur's fall ? Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.

Lewis. And lofe it, life and all, as Arthur did.

Pand. 'How green you are, and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots; the times confpire with you:
For he, that steeps his fafety in true blood,
Shall find but bloody fafety, and untrue.
This act, fo evilly born, fhall 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 cherifh it i
No natural exhalation in the sky,

No scape of nature, no diftemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and figns,
Abortives, prefages, and tongues of heaven,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

How green you are, and fresh]-How raw and inexperienced.
true]-innocent.
No fcape of nature,]-monftrous birth.

Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life, But hold himself fafe in his prifonment.

Pand. O, fir, 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 fhall revolt from him,
And kifs the lips of unacquainted change;
And pick ftrong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks, I fee 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 but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
*To train ten thousand English to their fide
Or, as a little 'fnow, 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 fouls 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 fay, ay, the king will not fay, no.

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a call]-a decoy bird, fet to draw others to the net.

To train]-To entice.

Strange.

'Snow,]-now-ball.

[Exeunt.

VOL. III.

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ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

England.

Northampton. A Room in the Caftle.

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 fhall find with me,
Faft to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. "Uncleanly fcruple! Fear not you look to't.—
[Exeunt executioners.
Young lad, come forth; I have to fay with you.

Enter Arthur.

Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.

Hub. Good morrow, little prince.

Arth. As little prince (having fo great a title To be more prince) as may be.-You are fad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Arth. Mercy on me!

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Methinks, no body should be fad, but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonnefs. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
I should be as merry as the day is long ;
And fo I would be here, but that I doubt

* Uncleanly]—Unbecoming.

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christendom,]-faith.

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