Which scorns a modern* invocation. *Commonplace. Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; K. Phi. Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Const. To England, if you will. K. Phi. Bind up your hairs. Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud 70 And will again commit them to their bonds, 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,* 80 There was not such a gracious creature born. When I shall meet him in the court of heaven 90 Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. Const. He talks to me that never had a son. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief as of your child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, [Exit. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow [Exit. her. Lew. There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, ΙΙΟ That it yields nought but shame and bitterness. What have you lost by losing of this day? Lew. 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. 120 'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won: Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner? Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; The misplaced John should entertain an hour, 140 Lew. 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. John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; 150 No natural exhalation in the sky, But they will pluck away his natural cause Lew. May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment. 160 Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, 170 Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, us go: 180 If you say ay, the king will not say no. [Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. A room in a 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. First Exec. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't. [Exeunt Executioners. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR. 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 sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. II 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 christendom,* 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 My uncle practisest more harm to me: He is afraid of me and I of him: *Christianity. Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? +Plots. No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven 20 I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hub. [Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy which lies dead: Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night and watch with you: 30 I warrant I love you more than you do me. Hub. [Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. [Aside] How now, foolish rheum! Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. |