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That you do see ? could thought, without this object,
Form such another? This is the very top,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke,
That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage,
Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

Pem. All murders past do stand excusèd in this :
And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,
Shall give a holiness, a purity,
To the yet-unbegotten sin of time ;
And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
Exampled by this heinous spectacle.

Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work ;
The graceless action of a heavy hand,
If that it be the work of any hand,

Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?
We had a kind of light, that would ensue :
It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand ;
The practice, and the purpose, of the king :
From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
And breathing to his breathless excellence
The incense of a vow, a holy vow ;
Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
Never to be infected with delight,
Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
Till I have set a glory to this hand,
By giving it the worship of revenge.5
Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words.

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. 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 ;

[4] 'This is a copy of the vows made in the ages of superstition and chivalry. JOHNS

15) Th worship is the dignity, the honour. We still say worshipful of magistrates. JOHNS.

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 ; 6
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.

Big. Out, hunghill ! dar'st thou brave a nobleman?

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;
Yet, I am none :7 Whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies.

Pem. Cut him to pieces.
Bast. Keep the peace, I say.
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.

Bas. Thou wert better gaul 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.
Big. Who kill'd this prince?

Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well :
I honour'd him, I lov'd him ; and will weep
My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.

Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Por villainy is not without such rheum ;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
A Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor
The uncleanly savors of a slaughter-house ;
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.

Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there !
Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out.

[Exeunt Lords. Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this fair

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[6] Honest defence ; defence in a good cause. JOHNS. [7] Do not make me a murderer, by compelling me to kill you ; I am hitherto not a murderer: JOHNS.

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Hub. Do but hear me, sir.

Bast. 'Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; Thou art more deep damn’d than prince Lucifer : There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. 8

Hub. Upon my soul,

Bast. If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee ; a rushi will be
A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyself,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Enough to stifle such a villain up.-
I do suspect thee very grievously.

Hub. 'If I in act, consent, or sin of thought
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
I left him well.

Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amaz'd, methinks ; and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.---
How easy dost thou take all England up !
From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this realm
Is fled to heaven ; and England now is left
To tug and scamble, 9 and to part by the teeth
The unowed interest' of proud-swelling state.
Now, for the bare pick'd bone of majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :

[8] I remember once to have met with a book, printed in the time of Henry Vill. (which Shakspeare possibly might have seen,) where we are told that the deformity of the condemned in the other world, is exactly prepor. tioned to the degrees of their guilt. The author of it observes how difficult it wuld be on this account, to distinguish between Belzebub and Judas Iscariot STEEV.

(9) Scamble and scramble have the same mearing. STEEV.

[ij That is, the interest which is not at this moment legally possessed by any one, however rightfully entitled to it. On the death of Arthur, the right to the English crown devolved to his sister, Eleanor. MAL.

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