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How I may be deliver'd of these woes:
And teaches me to kill or hang myself.
If I were mad, I should forget my son,
Or madly think, a babe of clouts 'were he
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The diff'rent plague of each calamity.
K.Philip. Bind up those treffes; O, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs;
Where but by chance a silver drop hath falling
E’en to that drop ten thousand wiery friends
Do glew themselves in sociable grisf ;.
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
Conf. To England, if you will.
K. Philip. Bind up your hairsa
Conf. 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
ron, they have giv'n these hairs their liberty ! But now I
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 fall see and know our friends in Heav'n ;
If that be, I shall see my boy again.
For fince the birth of Cain, the first male-child
To him that did but yesterday suipire,
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 mect him in the court of heav'n
I shall not know him ; therefore never, never,
Muf I behold my pretty Arthur inore.
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Conft. He talks to me, that never had a son.
K; Pbilip. You are as fond of grief, as of your child.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my abfent child.. 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 ; Siuifs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief, Fare you well ;' had you such a lots as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off ker head-cloaths, When there is such disorder in
wit. O Lord, my boj, my Arthur, my fair fon ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrouv's cure ! (Exit.
K.Ph. I fear fome outrage, and I'll follow her. (Exit.
Lezvis. There's nothing in this world can make me joy;.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told cale,
Vexing the doll ear of a drowsy man.
A bitter thane hath spoilt the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Ev’n in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest : evils that take leave,
On their departure, most of all thew evil.
Wha: have you loft, by losing of this day?
Lewis, All days of glory, joy, and happinels.
Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had.
No, no ; when fortune means to meo most good,
She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye,
"Ti- strange to think how much King Fobn hath loft
In this, which he accounts so clearly won.
Are not you griev'd, that Ar: hur 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 ey’n the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow eachduit, each Straw, each little rub,
Oat of the path which thall directly lead
Thy foot to England's throne ; and therefore mark.
Föhn 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, nay, one quiet breath, of rest.
A scepter, fnatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boist'roully maintain’d, 'as gain’d:
And he, that stands upon a slipp'ry placé,
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 fo.
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 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 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 fo fmall advantage fhall step forth
To check his reign, but they will cherish it,
No natral exhalation in the fky,
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 Yobn.
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 Mall revolt from him,
Add 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 toot; -
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 twelve French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thoufand English to their fide;
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. 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 į I will wher on the King.
Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions: let us go;
If you say ay, the King will not say. na. (Exeunt,
A C. T IV.
SCENE changes to England.
Enter Hubert and Executioner. .
EAT me these-irons hot, and, look, thou stand
Within the arras ; when I ftrike my foot .
Upon the bosom of the ground, rus forth ;
And bind the boy, which you shall find with me,
Fast to the chair: be heedful; hence, and watch..
Exe. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! fear not you; look tot. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. ,
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert..
Hub. Good morrow, little Prince;-
Arth. 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, nobody should be fad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my Christendom,',
So were I out of prison, and kept sheep,
I should be merry as the day is long.
And so I would be here, but that, I doubt, ,
My uncle practises more harm to me. .
He is afraid of me, and I of. him...