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Oh that these hands could so redeem my son,
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. 540
well: : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.. 5.50
I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off her Head-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, Vexirg the dull ear of a drowsy man;
559 And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness.
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. 570 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost 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.
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
590 Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pand. Yout, in the right of lady Blanch your wife,
Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
610 But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pand. 0, 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, 620 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, 630 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 say, No.
ACT IV. SCENE 1.
ngland. Northampton. A Room in the Castle. Enter
HUBERT, and Executioners.
ΗΣΑ Τ I me these irons hot ; and, look thou stand Vühin the arras : when I strike
foot Spon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; uud bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Pst to the chair : be heedful : hence, and watch. Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you : look to't.
[Exeunt Executioners. 'oung 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 Co be more prince) as may be.--You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Tethinks, no body should be sad, but I: ?et, I remember, when I was in France, ?oung gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, o I were out of prison, and kept sheep,