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Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget!
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
- fhould I forge: !
Conf. To England, if vou will.
Conft. Yes, that I will; aid wherefore will I do it;
Conft. He talks to me'that never had a fon. K. Phil. You are as fond of grief as of child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my abfent child; 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 lofs as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing of her head-cloaths. When there is such disorder in
wit. O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure ! Exit. K.Phil. I fearsome outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit.
S CE N E VII. Lewis. There's nothing in this world can make me
. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.'
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Lewis. All days of glory, joy, and happinefs.
Pand. If you had won it, certainly you had. No, no; when Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye. 'Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost In this, which he accounts fo clearly won. Are not you griev'd that Arthur is his prisoner?
Lewis. As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blond. Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; For ev'n the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub,
Out of the path which shall directly lead 11 to
Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch yoar wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old
world! John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; For he that steeps his fafety in true blood, Shall find but bloody safety and untrue. “ This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts ** Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; " That no fo small advantage shall step forth “ To check his reign, but they will cherish it. • No nat'ral exhalation in the sky, “ No 'scape of nature, no distemper'd day, “ No common wind, no customed event, “ But they will pluck away its nat'ral cause, « And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, “ Abortives, and prefages, tongues of heav'n
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.”
Pand. O Sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Ev’n at this news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from hin, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath, Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks I see this hurly all on foot;
Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions : let us go; If you say dy, the King will not say No. [Exeunt.
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foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; And bind the boy which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair : be heedful; hence, and watch.
Exe. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. Uncleanly scruples! fear not you; look to't. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Enter Arthur. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be. You are fad.
Hub. Indeed I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me !
Only for wantonness. By my christendom, sunt
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you fick, Hubert ! you look pale to-day; In footh I wou'd you were a little fick, That I might sit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me.
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur [Slewing a paper. How now, foolith rheum,
[-Ijide. Turning dil-piteous nature out of door ! I must be brief, leit resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for io foul effed.
with irons burn out both mine eyes?
Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but