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Which scorns a modern* invocation. *Commonplace.
60 K. Phi. Bind up those tresses. O, what love
Const. To England, if you will.
Bind up your hairs.
do it? I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud 70 'O that these hands could so redeem my son, 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 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
90 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
[Exit. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
[Exit. Lew. 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 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 instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil:
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?
Lew. 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 even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. John hath seized Arthur; and it cannot be That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's
veins, The misplaced John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest. A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd; And he that stands upon a slippery place 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 so.
140 Lew. But what shall I gain by young Ar
thur's fall ? Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your
wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
Lew. 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, 150 That none so small advantage shall step forth To check his reign, but they will cherish it;
No natural exhalation in the sky,
160 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 170 Than I have named! 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 topfull of offence. 180 For England go: I will whet on the king:
Lew, Strong reasons make strong actions: let If you say ay, the king will not say no. [Exeunt.
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.
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 harın 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 I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hub. [Aside] If I talk to him, with his innoc
ent prate He will awake my mercy which lies dead: Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch. 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.