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Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, .
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Lewis. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange to think how much king John hath lost 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.
And he that stands upon a slippery place,
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.
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 :
Pand. O, Sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at this news he dies; and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him, 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; And, O, what better matter breeds for you Than I have nam'd !— The bastard Faulconbridge Is now in England, ransacking the church, Offending charity : if but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side;
- true blood] The blood of him that has the just claim. JOHNSON.
No’scape of nature,–] The author very finely calls a monstrous birth, an escape of nature. As if it were produced while the was bufy elsewhere, or intent on some other thing. But the Oxford editor will have it, that Shakespeare wrote, No fhupe of nature.
WARBURTON. E 3
4 Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. (Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Changes to England.
0 Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Exec. 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. ;
* Or, as a little snow,-) Bacon, in his history of Henry VII. speaking of Perkin's march, observes, that their snow-ball did kot gathir as it rolled. JOHNSON,
Arth. Mercy on me!
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: In footh, I would you were a little sick; That I might sit all night and watch with you, I warrant, I love you more than you do me.
Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom, Read here, young Arthur - [Sheveing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,
(Aside. 6 Turning dispiteous torture out of door ! I must be brief; leit resolution drop Our at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. Must you with hoc irons burn out both mine eyes?
Hub. Young boy, I must.
s Young gentlemen, &c.] It should seem that this affectation had found its way to England, as it is ridiculed by Ben Jonion in the character of Majter Stephen in Every Man in his Humour. So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Corinth, Onos says,
“ Come let's be melancholy." STEEVENS. o Turning dispiteous torture out of door!) For torture Sir T. Hanmer reads nature, and is followed, I think, without neceffity, by Dr. Warburton. Johnson.
Hub. And I will.
but ake, :
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!
bert's. [Hubert stamps, and the men enter, Hilb. Come forth; do, as I bid you do,
Arth. I would not have believed a tongue EUT HUBERT's.] I hus Mr. Pope found the line in the old editions. According to this reading it is supposed that Hu: ert had told him, he would not put out his eyes; for the angel who says be would, is brought