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Bigot. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.
Sal. Or rather then set forward, for 'twill be Two long days' journey, Lords, or e'er we meet.
Sal. The King hath difpoffefs'd himself of us;
Faulc. Whate'er you think, good words, I think,
Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
Faulo. But there is little reason in your grief;
Pemb. Sir, Sir, impatience hath its privilege.
[Seeing Arthur. Pemb. O Death, made proud with pure and princely The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. [beauty!
Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.
Bigot. Or when he doom'd this beauty to the glaive, Found it too precious princely for a grave.
Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld, Or have you read, or heard, or could you think, Or do you almost think, although you fee, What
you do see ? could thought, without this object, Form such another ? 'Tis 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 Itroke, That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
Pemb. All murders past do stand excus'd in this; And this so sole, and so unmatchable, Shall give a holinefs, a purity, To the yet-unbegotten fins of time; And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jelt,
Exampled by this heinous fpectacle,
Faulc. It is a damned and a bloody work,
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?
Our souls religiously confirm thy words, Bigot.
SCÉN E VI. Enter Hubert. Hub. Lords, I am hot with hafte in seeking you ; Arthur doth live, the King hath sent for you.
Sal. Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death;
Hub. I am no villain.
Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar 'st thou brave a Nobleman?
Hub. Not for my life; but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor. i
Sal. Thou art a murd'rer.
Hub. Do not prove me so; Yet I am none. Whose tongue foe'er speaks false, Ņot truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lyes. X X 2
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.
Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salisbury,
shall think the devil is come from hell. Bigot. What will you do, renowned Faulconbridge? Second à villain, and a murderer?
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Bigot. Away towrid Bury, to the Dauphin there.
[Exeunt Lords: S CE N E VII. Faulc. Here's a good world; knew you of this fair Beyond the infinite and boundless reach [work? Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn’d, Hubert.
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir..
Faulc. Ha ! I'll tell thee what, Thou’rt damn'd fo black - nay, nothing is so black; Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer. There is not yet fo ugly a fiend' of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.
Hub. Upon my soul
Faulc. If thou didst but confent
That ever spider twisted from her womb,
Hub. If I in act, consent, or fin of thought,
Faulc. Go bear him in thine arms.
tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth
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The court of England. Enter King John, Pandulph, and attendants. K. John. THus I have yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory.
[Giving the crown.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
K. John. Is this Afcenfion-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, heav'n be thank'd, it is but voluntary,
Enter Faulconbridge. Faule. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out But Dover castle: London hath receiv’d,