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How I may

be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me ta kiil or lang myself.
If I were mad, I should forget my son,
Or madly think, a babe of ciouts were he :
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The diff'rent plague of each calamity.

K.Philip. Bind up those treffes ; 0, what love I note:
In the fair multitude of those her hairs ;
Where but by chance a filver drop hath falling,
E’en to that drop ten thousand wiery friends
Do glew themselves in sociable grief ;.
Like iru?, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.

Conf. To England, if you will.
K. Philip: Bind up your hairs.

Conf. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it?
I tore them from their bonds, and cry'd aloud,
©, that these hands could so redeem my son,
As they have giv.’n 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 thall see and know our friends in teavin ::
If that be, I shall see my boy again.
For Once the birth of Cain, the first male-child,,
To him that did but yesterday suipire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
· But now will canker-forrow eat my bud,
And chałe the native beauty from his cheek ;;
And he will look as hollow as a ghost ;
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
And so he'il die:; and rising so again,
When I shall moet him in the court of heav'n
I thall not know him; therefore never, never,
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief:
Const. He talks to me, that never had a fon.
K. Philip. You are as fond of grief, as of your child..



Const. Grief fills the room up of


absent 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;
Slut's out his vacant garments with his form ;
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
b'are you well; had you such a lots as I,
I could give better comfort than you

do, I will not keep this form upon or. y: head,

(Tearing off her head-cloetbs. When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair fon ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and niy sorrow's cure ! [Exit,

K.Ph. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [E.xit.

Lewis. There's nothing in this world can make me joy;
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
A biiter Dame hath spoili the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Ev'n in the instant of repair and health,
'The fit is strongest : evils that take leave,
On their departure, most of all thew evil.
What have you lod, by losing of this day?

Lewis. All days of głosy, joy, and happiness.

Pand. If you had won it, certạinly, you had. No, no; when fortune means to men molt good, She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye. "Ti: strange to think how much King John hath loft. In this, which he accounts so 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 blood. Now hear me speak with a prophetick fpirit; For ev’n the breach of what I mean to speak Shall blow eachdust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which thall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne ; and therefore mark,


John hath seiz'd Arthur, and it cannot be
That whilst warm life plays in that infant's veins,
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
A minute, nay, one quiet breath, of reft.
A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boift'rously maintain'd, as gain'd.
And he, that stands upon a lipp'ry place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to Atay him up.
That John may ftand, then Arthur needs must fall;
So be it, for it cannot be but so.

Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall*

Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.

Lirwis. 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 safety in true blood, Shall find but bloody.safety and untrue. This act, so evilly born, Thall cool the hearts Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ; That no lo small advantage shall it: p forth To check his reign, but they will cherin ito No nat'ral exhalation in the sky, No fcape of nature, no diftemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away its nat'ral cause, And call them meteors, pradžgies, and signs, Abortives, and presages, tongues of heav'n Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's lite is But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

Pand. O Sir; when he shall hear of your approach, . If that young Arthur be not gone already, Ex’n at this news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people shall Tevolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; And pick strong matter of revolt and wrathy Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John, Methinks, I see this hurly all on tcot;

And 0, what better matter breeds for you
Thin I have nam'd !--The bastard Faulconbridg:
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity. If but twelve French
Were there in arins, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their fide ;
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain.. Noble Dauphin;.
Go with me to the King: 'tis wonderful
What may be wrought out of their discontent..
Now that their souls are top-full of offence,
For Englard go ; I will whet on the King.

Lewis. Strong reason makes (trong actions: let us go;, If you fay ay, the King will not say no. [Exeuni.


SCENE changes to England,

A prison.

Enter Hubert and Executioner.

HU B.ERT. EAT HLAT me these irons hot, and, look, thou stand Within the arras ;

when I strike


foot. Upon the bofom of the ground, rush forth ; And hind 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 fcruples ! fear not you; look toʻt.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!
Mechinks, nobody. Thould be sad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my Christendom,
So were I out of prison, and kept Meep,
I should be merry as the day is long.
And so I would he here, but that, I doubt, -
My uncle practises more harm
He is afraid of me, and I of him,


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