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Thy hateful life!
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings! Const. 0, lawful let it be,
Hear me, 0, hear me!

That I have room with Rome to curse a while!
Aust. Lady Constance, peace!

Good father cardinal, cry thou amen
Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. To my keen curses! for, without my wrong,
O Lymoges! 0 Austria ! thou dost shame

There is no tongue, hath power to curse him right. That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse. coward;

Const. And for mine too; when law can do no right, Thou little valiant, great in villainy!

Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

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ot give my child his kingdom here: Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law. But when her humorous ladyship is by

Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too,

How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
A ramping fool, to brag, and stamp, and swear, Let go the hand of that arch-heretic,
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,

And raise the power of France upon his head,
Hast thou not spoke, like thunder, on my side? Unless he do submit himself to kome!
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend

Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ?

hand! And dost thou now fall over to my foes ?

Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France repent,
Thou wear a lion's hide! doffit for shame,

And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs! Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal !
Aust. O, that a man should speak these words to me! Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs!
Bust. Aad hang a calt’s-skin on those recreant limbs! Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs,
Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Because
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs! Bust. Your breeches best may carry them.
K. John. Welike not this; thou dost forget thyself. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal?
Enter PanduLPU.

Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal?
K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. . Lew. Bethink you, father! for the difference
Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven! Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
To thee, king John, my holy errand is.

Or the light loss of England for a friend.
I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,

Forego the easier! And from pope Innocent the legate here,

Blanch. That's the curse of Rome. Do, in his name, religiously demand,

Const. O Lewis, stand fast! the devil tempts thee Why thou against the church, our holy mother,

here, So wilfully dost spurn? and, force perforce, In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop

Blunch. The lady Constance speaks not from her Of Canterbury, from that holy see?

faith, This, in our'ioresaid holy father's name,

But from her need.
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.

Const. O, if thou grant my need,
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories Which only lives but by the death of faith,
Can task the free breath of a sacred king?

That need must needs infer this principle:
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name

That faith would live again by death of need. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,

0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; To charge me to an answer, as the pope.

Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
Tell him this tale, and from the mouth of England, K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not to this.
Add thus much more: That no Italian priest Const. O, be remov'd from him, and answer well!
Shall tithe, or toll in our dominions ;

Aust. Do so, king Philip! hang no more in doubt!
But as we under heaven are supreme head,

Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet So, under him, that great supremacy,

lout! Where we do reign, we will done uphold,

K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not, what to say.
Without the assistance of a mortal hand.

Pand. What cau'st thou say, but will perplex thee
So tell the pope; all reverence set apart,
To him, and his usurp'd authority!

If thou stand excommunicate, and curs’d?
K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. K.Phi.Good reverend father, make my person yours,
K. Jolin. Though you, and all the kings of Christen- And tell me, how you would bestow yourself!
dom,

This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,

And the conjunction of our inward souls Dreading the curse, that money may buy out, Married in league, coupled and link'd together And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,

With all religious strength of sacred vows. Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,

The latest breath, that gave the sound of words, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself; Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amily, true love, Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led,

Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; And even before this trucc, but new before, Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose

No longer, than we well could wash our hands,
Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. To clap this royal bargain up of peace,

Pand. Thes, by the lawful power, that I have, Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate, With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt

The fearful difference of incensed kings.
I'rom his allegiance to an heretic;

And shall these hands, so lately parg’d

of blood, Aud meritorious shall that hand be call’d,

So aewly join'd in love, so strong in both, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,

Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regret? That takes away, by apy sccrct course,

Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,

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Make such unconstant children of ourselves,

Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; what motive may
As now again to snatch our palm from palm,

Be stronger with thee, than the name of wife?
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage bed Const. That, which upholdeth him, that thee upholds,
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,

His honour. O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!
And make a riot on the gentle brow

Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold,
Of true sincerity? O holy sir,

When such profound respects do pull you on.
My reverend father, let it not be so!

Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose

K. Phi. Thou shalt not need. - England, I'll fall Some gentle order! and then we shall be bless'd

from thee. To do your pleasure, and continue friends.

Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
Pund. All form is formless, order orderless,

Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy!
Save what is opposite to England's love.

K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within this Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church!

hour. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her carse, Bast. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton, A mother's 's curse, on her revolting son!

Time,
France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.
A cased lion by the mortal paw,

Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,

adieu !
Than keep in peace that hand, which thou dost hold. Which is the side, that I must go withal?
K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. I am with both: each army hath a hand,
Pand. So mak'st'thou fáith an enemy to faith, And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
And, like a civil war, set’st oath to oath,

They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow, Husband, I cannot pray, that thou may’st win;
First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform’d, Uncle, I needs must pray, that thou may'st lose;
That is, to be the champion of our church!

Father, I may not wish the fortune thine; What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thyself, Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive. And may not be performed by thyself;

Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss,

Assured loss, before the match be play'

y'd. Is not amiss, when it is truly done;

Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. And being not done, where doing tends to ill,

Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life The truth is then most done not doing it.

dies. The better act of purposes mistook

K. John. Cousin, go, draw our puissance together! Is, to mistake again; though indirect,

(Exit Bastard. Yet indirection thereby grows direct,

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath,
And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, A rage, whose heat hath this condition,
Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
It is religion, that doth make vows kept;

The blood, and dearest valued blood, of France. But thou hast sworn against religion;

K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt By what thou swear’st, against the thing thou swear'st, And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth

To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire. Against an oath. The truth thou art unsure

Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. To swear, swear only, not to be forsworn;

K. John. No more, than he that threats. - To arms Else, what a mockery should it be to swear?

let's hie!

[Exeunt. But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;

SCENE II. — The same. Plains near Anziers. And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,

Alaruns, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Au

STRIA's head.
Is in thyself rebellion to thyself,
And better conquest never canst thou make,

Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts

Some airy devil hovers in the sky, Against those giddy loose suggestions:

And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, Upon which better part our prayers come in,

While Philip breathes. If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know,

Enter King Joun, Arthur, and HUBERT. The peril of our curses light on thee,

K. John. Hubert, keep this boy !-Philip, make up! So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,

My mother is assailed in our tent,

And ta’en, I fear. But, in despair, die under their black weight.

Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her.
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !

Her highness is in safety, fear you not!
Bast. Will’t not be?
Will not a calf s-skin stop that mouth of thine?

But on, my liege! for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.

[E.reunt. Lew. Father, to arms ! Blanch. Upon thy wedding day?

SCENE III. –The same. Against the blood, that thou hast married?

Alarums; excursions ; retreat. Enter King Jons, What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? Euror, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums, K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?

[To Elinor. O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new

So strongly guarded. -- Cousin, look not sad! Is husband in my mouth! -- even for that name,

[To Arthur Which till this time my tonguedid ne'er pronounce, Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will Upon my kneel beg, go not to arms

As dear be to thee, as thy father was. Against mine uncle!

Arth. O, this will make my mother dic with grief. Const. O, upon my knee,

K. John. Cousin, (To the Bastard.) away for EugMade hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,

land! haste before! Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom

And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Forethought by heaven!

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Set tkou at liberty! the fat ribs of peace

Hubert shall be your man, attend on you Must by the hungry now be fed upon.

With all true duty. -- On toward Calais, ho! (Exeuns.
Use our commission in his utmost force!

Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, SCENE IV. - The same. The French King's tent.
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Enter King PullP, Lewis, PandULPH, and Atten-
I leave your highness. - Grandam, I will pray

dants. (If ever I remember to be holy,)

K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.

A whole armado of convicted sail Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin !

Is scatter'd and disjoin’d from fellowship. K. John. Coz, farewell!

[Exit Bastard. Pand. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go well. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word! K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill ?

(She takes Arthur aside. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Come hither, Hubert! O my gentle Hubert, Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends slain? We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh

And bloody England into England gone, There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,

O’erbearing interruption, spite of France? And with advantage means to pay thy love.

Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: Aud, my good friend, thy voluntary oath

So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Lives in this hosom, dearly cherished.

Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Give me thy hand! I had a thing to say,

Doth want example. Who hath read, or heard, But I will fit it with some better time.

Ofany kindred action like to this? By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd

K. Phi. Well could I bear, that England had this To say, what good respect I have of thee.

praise, Hub. I ani much bounden to your majesty.

So we could find some pattern ofour shame. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so

Enter CoNsTANCE. yet,

Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul, But thou shalt have, and creep time ne'er so slow, Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.

In the vile prison of alllicted breath. I had a thing to say, — But let it go :

I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me! The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,

Const. Lo, now ! now see the issue of your peace ! Attended with the pleasures of the world,

K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle ConIs all too wanton, and too full of gawds,

stance ! To give me audience. - Ifthe midnight bell

Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,

But that, which ends all counsel, true redress,
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night,

Death, death. O amiable lovely death!
If this same were a church-vard where we stand, Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness!
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Or ifthat surly spirit, melancholy,

Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick, And I will kiss thy détestable bones,
(Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And ring these fingers withi thy household worms,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,

And stop this gap

of breath with falsome dust, A passion hateful to my purposes ;)

And bea carrion monster like thyself. Orif that thou could'st see me without eyes,

Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply

And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Without a tongue, using conceit alone,

0, come to me! Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words: K. Phi. O fair asliction, peace! Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,

Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry.-I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.

0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! But ah, I will not: - yet I love thee well;

Theo with a passion would I shake the world,
And, by my troth, Ithink, thou lov'st me well. And ronse from sleep that föll anatomy,

Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Though that my death were adjunct to my act, Which scoris a modern invocation.
By heaven, I'd do't.

Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
K. John. Do not I know thou would'st?

Const. Thou art not holy to belie meso,
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine;
On yon young boy! I'll tell thee what, my friend, My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;
He is a very serpent in my way,

Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost;
And, whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread, I am not mad; - I would to heaven, I were!
He lies before me. Dost thou understand me? For then, 'tis like I should forget myself.
Thou art his keeper.

o, if I could, what grief should I forget! Hub. And I will keep him so,

Preach some philosophy, to make me mad, That he shall not offend your majesty.

And thou shalt be cavoniz'd, cardinal ; K. John. Death.

For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, Hub. My lord ?

My reasonable part produces reason, K. John. A grave.

How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Hub. Ile shall not live.

And teaches me to kill, or hang myself. K. John. Enough!

If I were mad, I should forget my son ; I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;

Or madly think, a babe of clonts were he. Well, I'll not say, what I intend for theo.

I am not mad; too well, too well I feel Remember! - Mudam, fare you well!

The different plague of each calamity. I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

K. Phi. Bind up those tresses! o, what lovel note Eli. My blessing go with thee!

In the fair multitude of those her hairs! K. John, For Englaud, cousin:

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Ascepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Do glew themselves in sociable grief,

Mustbe as boisterously maintain’d, as gain'd:
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,

Andhe, that stands upon a slippery place,
Sticking together in calamity.

Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
Const. To England, if you will!

That John may stand, then Arthar needs must fall;
K. Phi, Bind up your
hairs !

So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I doit? Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
I tore them from their bonds, and cried aloud, Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch, your wife,
O that these hands could so redeem my son,

May then make all the claim, that Arthur did.
As they have given these hairs their liberty!.

Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
But now I envy at their liberty,

Pand. How green are you,and fresh in this old world!
And will again commit them to their bonds,

John lays you plots, the times conspire with you;
Because my poor child is a prisoner. -

For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,

Shall find bat bloody safety, and untrue.
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven, This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts
If that be true, I shall see my boy again ;

Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ;
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, That none so small advantage shall stop forth,
To him, that did but yesterday suspire,

To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
There was not such a gracious creature born.

No natural exhalation in the sky,
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,

Noscape of nature, no distemper'd day,
and chase the native beauty from his cheek,

No common wind, no customed event,
And he will look as hollow, as a ghost,

But they will pluck away his natural cause,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,

And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
And so he'll die, and, rising so again,

Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
I shall not know him. Therefore never, never Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life,
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pand. You lroid too heinous a respect of grief. Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach,
Const. He talks to me, that never liad a son. Ifthat young Arthur be not gone already,
K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Of all his people shall revolt from him,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, And kiss the lips of unacquainted charge,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,

And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,

Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot,
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.

And, 0, what better matter breeds for yon,
Fare you well! Had you such a loss, as I,

Than I have nam'd! — The bastard Faalconbridge
I could give better comfort, than you do.-

Is now in England, ransacking the church,
I will not keep this form upon my head,

Offending charity. If but a dozen French
[Tearing off her heud-dress. Were there iv arms, they would be as a call
When there is such disorder in my wit,

To train ten thousand English to their side,
O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son!

Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin,
My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure ! [Exit. Go with me to the king ! 'Tis wonderful,
K. Phi. I fear someoutrage, and I'll follow her. (E.rit. What may be wrought out of their discontent.
Lew. There's nothing in his world, can make me joy: Now that their souls are topfull of offence,
Life is as tedious, as a twice-told tale,

For England go! I will whet on the king.
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;

Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions. Let us go!
And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, If you say, ay, the king will not say, uo. (Exeunt.
That it yields naught, but shame and bitterness.
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instapt of repair and health,

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The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave,

SCENE I. Northampton. A room in the castle.
On their departure most of all show evil.

Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.
What have you lost by losing of this day?

Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand
Lew. Alldays of glory, joy, and happiness. Within the arras! when I strike my foot
Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. Upou the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
No, 10 : when fortune ineans to men most good, And bind the boy, which you shall fiud with me,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Fast to the chair! be heedful! hence, and watch!
"Tis strange, to think, how much king John hath losť 1 Attend. I hope,your warrant will bear out the deed.
In this, which he accounts so clearly won.

Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look to't!—
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner?

(Exeunt Attendants.
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad, he hath him. Young lad, come forth! I have to say with you.
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful, as your blood.

Enter ARTHUT..
Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit!

Arth. Good morrow,

Hubert!
For even the breath of what I mean to speak,

Hub. Good morrow, little prince!
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,

Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
Out of the path, which shall directly lead

To be more prince,) as may be. - You are sad.
Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark! Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,

Arth. Mercy on me!
That, whiles warm life plays in tha:infant's veins,

Methinks, nobody should be sad, but I;
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,

Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.

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Only for wantonness. By my christendom,

Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,

Whatever torment you do put me to. I should be as merry, as the day is long.

Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him! And so I would be here, but that I doubt,

1 Attend. J am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. My unclc practises more harm to me.

[Exeunt Attendants. He is afraid of me, and I of him:

Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend;
Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ?

He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart.
No, indeed, is't not. And I would to heaven, Let him come back, that his compassion may
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

Give life to yours.
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prat

Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself! He will awake my mercy, which lies dead:

Arth. Is there no remedy?
Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [ Aside. Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.

Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day. Arth. O șeaven !- that there were but a mote in
In sooth, I would you were a little sick;

yours,
That I might sit all night, and watch with you: A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair,
I warrant, I love you more, than you do me.

Any annoyance in that precious sense!
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Then, feeling what small things are boisťrous there,
Read here, young Arthur! (Showing a paper.] How Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
now, foolish rheum!

[Aside. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue! Turning dispiteous torture out of door!

Arth. Habert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
I must be brief, lest resolution drop

Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes.
Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. — Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert!
Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?

Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. So I may keep mine eyes! O, spare mine eyes!
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Though to no use, but still to look on you!
Hub. Young boy, I must.

Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Arth. And will you?

And would not harm me. Hub. And I will.

Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did but Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, ake,

Being create for comfort, to be us'd I knit my handkerchief about your brows,

In uudeserv'd extremes. See else yourself;a (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)

There is no malice in this burning coal;
And I did never ask it you again;

The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
And with my hand at midnight held your head, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,

Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,

Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert ; Or, What good love may I perform for you? Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes, Mauy a poor man's son would have lain'still,

And, like a dog, that is compell’d to fight, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; а

Snatch at his master, that doth tarre him on.
But you at your sick service had a prince.

All things, that you should use to do mc wrong,
Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, Deny their office: only you do lack
Aud call it cunning; do, anif you will:

That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,
If heaven be please, that you must use me ill, Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses.
Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes? Hub. Well, see to live! I will not touch thine eyes
These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,

For all the treasure, that thine uncle owes :
So much as frown on you?

Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Hub. I have sworn to doit;

With this same very iron to burn them out.
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Arth. 0, now you look like Hubert ! all this while
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! You were disguised.
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,

Hub. Peace! no more. Adieu !
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Your uncle must not know but you are
And queneh his fiery indignation,

I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Even in the matter of mineinnocence;

And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,

That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Butfor containing fire to harm mine eye.

Will not offend thee.
Are you more stubborn-hard, than hammer'diron? Arth. O heaven !- I thank you, Hubert.
An if an angel should have come to me,

Hub. Silence; no more! Go closely in with me!
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Much danger do I undergo for thee.
I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. SCENEII.

- The same. A room of state in the palace.
Hub. Come forth!

[Stamps. Enter King Jour, crowned; PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, Re-enter Attendants, with cords, irons, etc. and other Lords. The king takes his state. Doas I bid you do.

K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
Even with the fierce looks ofthese bloody men. Pem. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd,
Ilub. Give me the iron, (say, and bind him here!

Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boisťrous-rough? And that high royalty was ne’er pluck'd oll,
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.

The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!

Fresh expectation troubled not the land,
Nav, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, With any long'd-for change, or better state.
And I will sit as quiet, as a lamb;

Sal. Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp,
I will not stir, nor winee, nor speak a word,

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