Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. 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. Avaunt, thou hateful villain! get thee gone. Hub. I am no villain. Sal. [Drawing his sword.] Must I rob the law? 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. Nor tempt the danger of my true 6 defence; Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a noble man? Hub. Not for my life; but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor. Sal. Thou art a murderer. Hub. Do not prove me so; So in the original; obviously meaning, till I have ennobled this hand with the honour of revenging so foul a crime. Pope proposed head, which has been commonly adopted, Gray the poet having been pleased with it. It is not easy to see how the change betters the passage. H. So in Othello: " Keep up your bright swords; for the dew will rust them." Honest defence, defence in a good cause. Yet I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. Pem. Cut him to pieces. Bust. Keep the peace, I say. Sul. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Who kill'd this prince? Hub. "Tis not an hour since I left him well: Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villany is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Bast. Here's a good world! fair work? [Exeunt Lords. Knew you of this Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer : As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Bast. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair; And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on: or would'st thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms. 7 Now powers from home, and discontents at home, 7 That is, unowned interest; the interest that now has no acknowledged owner. On the death of Arthur, the right to the crown devolved to his sister Eleanor. 8 can Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits, [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter King John, Pandulph with the Crown, and Attendants. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pan. [Giving him the Crown.] Take again From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your sovereign greatness and authority. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the French; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Our people quarrel with obedience; 8 Girdle. The original has centre. Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, Pan. It was my breath that blew this tempest up Upon your stubborn usage of the pope; But, since you are a gentle convertite, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet Say that before Ascension-day at noon My crown I should give off? Even so I have. I did suppose it should be on constraint; But, Heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. Enter the Bastard. Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: And wild amazement hurries up and down John. Would not my lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive? Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets; An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. But wherefore do you droop? why lcok you sad? |