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The graceless action of a heavy hand,
hand. Sal. If that it be the work of
hand ? We had a kind of light, what 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. Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy
Enter HUBERT. 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 :
Hub. I am no villain.
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 ; 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; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Big. Out, dunghill ! dar’st thou brave a noble
Hub. Not for
yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor.
Sal. Thou art a murderer.
prove me so?; Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks ; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pem. Cut him to pieces.
Keep the peace, I say. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
Bast. Thou wert better gall 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. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulcon
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Who kill'd this prince!
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
you whose souls abhor The uncleanly savours 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 work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. 7 By compelling me to kill you. 8 Moisture. 9 Pity.
Do but hear me, sir.
Hub. Upon my soul,
If thou didst but consent
Hub. "If I in act, consent, or sin of thought
in this beauteous clay,
Go, bear him in thine arms. —
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
ACT THE FIFTH.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter King John, PANDULPH with the Crown, and
Atten ants. K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pand.
[Giving John the Crown.
of the pope :
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Upon your
[Exit. K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the
Enter the Bastard.
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again,
streets ; An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some curst hand was robb’d and ta'en away. K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.