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The Same. Before the Castle.
Enter Arthur, on the Walls.
[Leaps down. O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones !
Pemb. Who brought that letter from the cardinal ?
Sal. The count Melun, a noble lord of France; Whose private with me 47, of the Dauphin's love, Is much more general than these lines import.
Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.
Sal. Or, rather then set forward : for 'twill be Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet.
Enter the Bastard. Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords ! The king, by me, requests your presence straight.
Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us ; We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours, nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where-e'er it walks : Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I thi:k,
were best. Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
Bast. But there is little reason in your grief; Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now.
Pemb. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Bast. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man else. Sal. This is the prison : What is he lies here?
[Seeing Arthur. Pemb. O death, made proud with pure and princely
beauty! The earth had not a hole to hide this deed.
Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Found it too precious-princely for a grave.
Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld,
Or have you read, or heard ? or could you think?
Pemb. All murders past do stand excus'd in this :
Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work;
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ? -
Till I have set a glory to this hand,
. Enter HUBERT. Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :-
Hub. I am no villain.
Must I rob the law ?
[Drawing his sword. Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again, Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin.
Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours : I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility,
Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman?
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
Sal. Thou art a murderer,
Do not prove me so ; Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.
Keep the peace, I say.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury : If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a villain, and a murderer ?
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
. Who kill'd this prince?
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there !
[Exeunt Lords. Bust. Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair
Do but hear me, sir.