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1 (l. 2). Hubert, Hubert de Burgh was 8 (1.12).
Bounden, obliged, beholden. nephew to one of the earliest
(Old Eng. bindan, to bind. Norman settlers in Ireland, and 9 (l. 19). Gawds, ornaments, worth. here it was that John most pro- less jewellery (Latin gaudium, bably became acquainted with joy; Old Eng. gaud; whence we him when governor of that coun- have gavdy, showy). try. Hubert was a trusted coun- 10 (l. 20). Give me audience. Allow cillor of John's, and held many me to speak of such things now high offices under young King or listen to me. Henry III., but at last he was 11 (l. 24). Possessed, entirely taken thrown as a prisoner by the king into the Tower, where he died in 12 (1. 25). Melancholy, a gloomy state 1243.
of mind, a depressed habit. From 2 (l. 3). We. Monarchs in speaking Greek, melan, black; and cholé,
of themselves use the plural bile. number.
13 (l. 26). Baked thy blood, hardened 3 (l. 3). Wall of flesh, the body.
and dried it. 4 (l. 4). Creditor, one to whom some 14 (l. 33). Conceit, thought, fancy, thing is owing.
imagination. 5 (l. 5). Advantage, interest.
15 (l. 35). Brooded, used for brooding. 6 (l. 6). Voluntary, given by free will, Being as watchful as a hen over without force.
her brood. 7 (1. 11). What good respect, &o, How 16 (1. 38). My troth, my honour, my I respect thee.
GRIEF OF CONSTANCE.—ACT III. SCENE 4. Constance, mother to Prince Arthur, is overwhelmed with grief at
the capture of her son.
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not
Const. Thou art not holy, to belie meso; I am not mad : this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's? wife; Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost : I am not mad ;—I would, in sooth, I were ! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself : Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget ! Preach some philosophy: to make me mad. If I were mad, I should forget my son : I am not mad; too well, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. K. Phi. Bind up those tresses. -Oh what
love I note In the fair multitude of these her hairs ! When but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, 15 Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief, Like true, inseparable, faithful lovers, Sticking together in calamity.
Bind up your hairs. 20 Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will
I do it? I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, “Oh 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,
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
my absent child,
45 Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing it off When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord I my boy, my Arthur, my fair son !
55 My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure !
[Exit. K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
NOTES ON “GRIEF OF CONSTANCE.”
1 (l. 2). Belio mo, saying that of me worm or caterpillar does the buds which is untrue.
of trees, 3 (1.4). Geffrey, the third son of 6 (l. 84). My bud, my boy, Prince
Henry II. was King John's elder Arthur. brother.
7 (l. 37). Meagro, loan, sickly-looking. 8 (L. 9). Philosophy, knowledge, wis. 8 (L. 43). That never, &o., refers to the dom.
fact of the Cardinal never baving 4 (2. 32). Suspiro, breathe.
had a son. 8 ii. 34). Canker, corroding, causing 9 (l. 49). Vacant garments, the clothos
to rust, or eat away as canker. he wore.
HUBERT AND ARTHUR.
ACT IV. SCENE 1.
Castle. (Historically this is not true. Arthur was first sent to
Enter Hubert, and two Attendants.
me, Fast to the chair : be heedful : hence, and watch.
5 1st Attend. I hope your warrants will bear
out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! * Fear not you :
look to't. Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with you.
Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub.
Good morrow, little prince. 10
Arth. As little prince (having so great a
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Mercy on me!
nocent 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,12 I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night and watch with you : 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. 35
[Aside] How now, foolish rheum! Turning dispiteous 14 torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop