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KING JOHN.

ACT III.

France is a bawd to forbune, and king John; SCENE 1.-The same.The French King's

That strumpet fortune, that usurping John:Tent.

Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?

Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone, Enter CONSTANCE, ARTHUR, and SALISBURY. And leave those woes alone, which I alone,

Am bound to under-bear. Const. Gone to be married! gone to swear a Sal. Pardon me, madam, . peace!

[friends!

I may not go without you to the kings. False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those

with thee: provinces ?

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard ;

For grief is proud, and makes his owper stout. Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again : To me, avd to the state* of my great grief, It cannot be; thou dost but say, 'tis so: Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great, I trust, I may not trust thee; for thy word

That no supporter but the huge firm earth Is but the vain breath of a common man: Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit ; Believe me, I do not believe thee, man ;

Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. I have a king's oath to the contrary,

(She throws herself on the ground. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable* of fears; (fears; Enter King John, King PHILIP, LEWIS, Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of

BLANCH, ELINOR, BASTARD, AUSTRIA, and A widow, husbaudless, subject to fears

Attendants.
A woman, naturally born to fears ; jest,
And though thou now confess, thou didst but

K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this

blessed day, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day.

Ever in France shall be kept festival: What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? To solemnize this day, the glorious sun Why dost thou look so sadly on my son?

Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; What means that hand upon that breast of Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, thine ?

The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,

The yearly course, that brings this day about,

Shall never see it but a holyday.
Like a proud river peeringt o'er his bounds?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?

Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday!-

(Rising: Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.

What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it Sal. As true, as, I believe, you think them That it in golden letters should be set, (done;

Among the high tides,t in the kalendar? false, That give you cause to prove my saying true.

Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; Const. 0, if you teach me to believe this Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child

This day of shame, oppression, perjury : sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;

Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day,

Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross’d: And let belief and life encounter so, +

But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck ; As doth the fury of two desperate men, Which, in the very meeting, fall, and die.-

No bargains break, that are not this day made: Lewis marry Blanch! 0, boy, then where art

This day, all things begun come to ill end;

Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!

(me?thou ? France friend with England! what becomes of

Ki Phi. By heaven, lady you shall have no Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

To curse the fair proceedings of this day : Sul. What other harm have I, good lady, Have I not pawnd to you my majesty?

Const. You have beguild me with a couudone, But spoke thé harm that is by others done?

terfeit, Const. Which harm within itself so heinous

Resembling, majesty ; which, being toucb'd, As it makes harmful all that speak of it. [is, Proves valueless: You are forsworn, forsworn;

and tried,
Arth. I do beseech, you, madam, be content.
Const. If thou, that bid'st me be content,

You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, wert grim,

Bu: now in arms you strengthen it with yours: Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,

The grappling vigour and rough frown of war,
Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains,

Is cold in amity and painted peace,
Lame, foolish, crooked, 'swart, prodigious,

And our oppression hath made up this league: Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd marks,

kings! I would not care, I then would be content;

A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens !
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou

Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.

Wear out the day in peace; but, ere supset,
But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy!

Set armed discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings!

Hear
Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great:

me, 0, hear me!
Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast,

Aust. Lady Constance, peace.
And with the half blown rose: but fortune, o !

Const. War! war! no peace ! peace is to me
She is corrupted, chang’d, and won from thee; o Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost shame
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch,
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on

thou coward ;
France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,

Thou little valiant, great in villany!
And made his majesty the bawd of theirs.

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never tight * Susceptible.

+ Appearing.
* Unsightly.

Pertentous.
* Serted in state.

+ Solemn seasons

cause

a war.

curse,

SCENE L]

353 But when her humorous ladyship is by That I have room with Rome to curse a while ! To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Good father cardinal, cry thou, Amen, And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, thou,

[swear, There is no tongue hath power to curse him A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and right. Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Const. And for mine too; when law can do Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? no right, And dost thou now fall over to my foes? Let it be lawful, that law bar po wrong: Thou wear a lion's hide! doff* it for shame, Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; And hang a call's-skin on those recreant limbs. For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law: Aust. 0, that a man should speak those Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, words to me!

How can the law forbid my tongue to curse ? Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those re- Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, creant limbs.

Let
go

the hand of that arch-heretic; Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for And raise the power of France upon his head, thy life.

Unless he do submit himself to Rome. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those re- Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let creant limbs.

go thy hand." K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France thyself.

repent, Enter PANDULPH.

And, by disjoining hands, hell lose a soul.

Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the

Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant

limbs. pope. Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven!

Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these To thee, king John, my holy errand is.

Because

(wrongs, I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal,

Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. And from pope Innocent the legate here,

K. John. Pbilip, wbat say'st thou to the car. Do, in his name, religiously demand,

dinal ? Why thou against the church, our holy mother,

Const. What should he say, but as the car

dinal ? So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop

Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference Or Canterbury, from that holy see?

Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name,

Or the light loss of England for a friend :
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. Forego the easier.
K. John. What earthly name to interrogato-

Blunch. That's the curse of Rome.
ries,

Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts Can task the free breath of a sacred king?

thee here, Thou canst not, cardinai, devise a name

In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,

Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from To charge me to an answer, as the pope.

her faith, Tell him this tale;

and from the mouth of But from her need.
England,

Const. 0, if thou grant my need,
Add thus much more. That no Italian priest Which only lives but by the death of faith,
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ;

That need must needs infer this principle,-
But as we under heaven are supreme head,

That faith would live again by death of need; So, under him, that great supremacy,

0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts Where we do reign, we will alone uphold,

up; Without the assistance of a mortal hand : Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down, So tell the pope ; all reverence set apart,

K. John. The king is mov’d, and answers To him, and his usurp'd authority.

not to this. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme

Const. 0, be remov'd from him, and answer in this.

well. K. John. Though you, and all the kings of

Aust. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in Christendom,

doubt. Are led so grossly by this meddling priest,

Bast. Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most Dreading the curse that money may buy out;

sweet lout. And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself:

Pund. What can'st thou say, but will perThough you, and all the rest, so grossly led,

plex thee more, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;

If thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ? Yet i, alone, alone do me oppose [foes.

K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my perAgainst the pope, and count his friends my

son yours, Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. Thou snalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate: This royal hand and mine are newly knit; And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt And the conjunction of our inward souls From his allegiance to an heretic;

Married in league, coupled and link'd togeAnd meritorious shall that hand be call’d,

ther Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,

With all religious strength of sacred vows; That takes away by any secret course

The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Thy hateful life.

Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love, Const. 0, lawful let it be,

u When unadorn'd adorn'd the most." Do off.

Thomson's Autumn, 206. ds

to say

tive may

Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; , So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off,
And even before this truce, but new betore, But, in despair, die under their black weight.
No longer than we well could wash our hands, Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !
To clap this royal bargain up of peace, -

Bast. Will't not be? Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and over- Will not a calf's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? stain'd

[paint Lew. Father, to arms! With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did Blanch. Upon thy wedding day? The fearful difference of incensed kings: Against the blood that thou hast married? And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of what, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd blood,

men ?

[drums, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?* Clamours of hell,-be measures to our pomp? Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with O husband, hear me!-ah, alack, how new heaven,

Is husband'in my mouth!--even for that name, Make such unconstant children of ourselves, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er proAs row again to snatch our palm from palm; Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms (nounce, Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage Against mine uncle. Of smiling peace to march a bloody host, [bed Const. O, upon my knee, And make a riot on the gentle brow

Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee, Of true sincerity? O holy Sir,

Thou virtuous Dauphin, alter not the doom My reverend father, let it not be so:

Fore-thought by heaven. Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What moSome gentle order; and then we shall be bless'd

Be stronger with thee than the name of wife! To do your pleasure, and continue friends.

Const. That which upholdeth him that thee Pand. All form is formless, order orderless,

upholds,

(honour! Save what is opposite to England's love. His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine Therefore, to arms! be champion of our church! Lew. I muset your majesty doth seem so Or let the church, our mother, breathe her

cold, curse,

When such profound respects do pull you on. A mother's curse, on her revolting son.

Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the K. Phi. Thou shalt not need:–England, l’! A cased lion by the mortal paw, (tongue,

fall from thee, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,

Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty! Than keep in peace that hand which thou Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy ! dost hold.

K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my

within this hour. faith.

Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to

sexton time, faith;

Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let thy vow day, adieu ! First made to heaven, first be to heaven per- Which is the side that I must go withal? form'd;

I am with both : each army hath a band; That is, to be the champion of our church! And, in their rage, I having hold of both, What since thou sworst, is sworn against thy: They whirl asunder, and dismember me. And may not be performed by thyself: (self, Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may’st Is not amiss when it is truly done; And being not done, where doing tends to ill, Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ; The truth is then most done not doing it: Grapdam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: The better act of purposes mistook

Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose; Is, to mistake again, though indirect, Assured loss, before the match be play'd. Yet indirection thereby grows direct, [fire, Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools

lies. Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there It is religion, that doth make vows kept;

my life dies. But thou hast sworn against religion;

K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance By what thou swear'st, against the thing thou

together.

[Exit BASTARD. swear'st;

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth A rage, whose heat hath this condition, Against an oath: The truth thou art unsure Than nothing can

allay, nothing but blood, To swear, swear only not to be forsworn; The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France, Else, what a mockery should it be to swear? K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and But thou dost swear only to be forsworn;

thou shalt turn And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost To ashes,

ere our blood shall quench that fire: swear.

Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first, K. John. No more than he that threats.

To Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:

arms lets hie! And better conquest never canst thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts SCENE II.-—The same.- Plains near Angiers. Against those giddy loose suggestions: Upon which better part our prayers come in,

Alarums, Excursions.-Enter the BASTARD, If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know,

with AUSTRIA's head. The peril of our curses light on thee;

Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows Wone

drous hot; Exchange of salutation,

Music for dancing. + Wonder

lose ;

[Exeunt.

* Force.

make up:

Some airy devil hovers in the sky,

And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie A passion hateful to my purposes ;) While Philip breathes.

(there: Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,

Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Enter King JOHN, ARTHUR, and Hubert.

Without a tongue, using conceit* alone, K. John. Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of

words; My mother is assailed in our tent,

Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, And ta'en, I fear.

I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her;

But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; Her highness is in safety, fear you not : And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well. But on, my liege: for very little pains

Hub. So well, that what you bid me underWill bring this labour to a happy end.

take,

[Exeunt. Though that my death were adjunctt to my act, SCENE III.-The same.

By heaven, I'd do't.

K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st? Alarums; Excursions ; Retreat. Enter King Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine John, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, Hu

eye BERT, and Lords.

On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall And, whersoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

He is a very serpent in my way; [friend, stay behind,

(T. ELINOR. He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? So strongly guarded.–Cousin, look not sad:

[To ARTHUR,

Thou art his keeper. Thy grandam loves thee; and thyʻuncle will

Hub. And I will keep him so, As dear be to thee as thy father was.

That he shall not offend your majesty.

K. John. Death. Arth. O, this will make my mother die with

Hub. My lord ? grief. K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard) away for

K. John. A grave.

Hub. He shall not live.
England; haste before:
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee;

K. John. Enough.
Of hoarding abbots; angels* imprisoned
Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace

Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:

Remember. Must by the hungry now be fed upon:

-Madam, fare you well: Use our commission in his utmost force.

I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Bast. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive

Eli. My blessing go with thee! me back,

K. John. For England, cousin : When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Hubert shall be your man, attend on you I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray

With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! (If ever I remember to be holy,)

[Exeunt. For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. SCENE IV.-The same. The French King's Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.

Tent.
K. John. Coz, farewell. [Exit BASTARD.
Eli. Come híther, little kinsman; hark, a

Enter King Philip, Lewis, PANDULPH, and word.

Attendants. [She takes ARTHUR aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the Hubert,

A whole armadot of convicted sail [flood, We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, Pund. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go And with advantage means to pay thy love..

well. And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath K. Phi. What can go well, when we have Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.

run so ill ? Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,- Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? But I will fit it with some better time.

Arthur ta'en prisoner? divers dear friends By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd

slain ? To say what good respect I have of thee. And bloody England into England gone,

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ? K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortisay so yet:

(slow, So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d, (fied: But thou shalt have; and creep, time ne'er so Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard, I had a thing to say,—But let it go:

Of any kindred action like to this? The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had Attended with the pleasures of the world,

this praise, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, So we could find some pattern of our shame. To give me audience :-If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,

Enter CONSTANCE. Sound one unto the drowsy face of night; Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; If this same were a church-yard where we Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,

stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.

In the vile prison of afflicted breath:Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;

peace! (Which, else, runs tíckling up and down the K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, genveins,

tle Constance ! Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,

* Conception.

+ Joined. * Gold coin. # Showy ornamente,

I Fleet of war.

Overcome.

sorrow.

ness,

Const. No, I defy* all counsel, all redress, Pund. You hold too heinous a respect of But that which ends all counsel, true redress,

grief. Death, death :-O amiable lovely death! Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,

child. Thou hate and terror to prosperity,

Const. Grief fills the room op of my absent And I will kiss thy détestable bones;

child, And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; And 'ring these fingers with thy household Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, worms;

Remembers me of all his gracious parts, And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; And be a carrion monster like thyself: Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Come, grin on me; and I will think thou Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, smil'st,

I could give better comfort than you do.And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, I will not keep this form upon my head, O, come to me!

[Tearing off her Head-dress. K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace.

When there is such disorder in my wit. Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to o lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fáir son! cry:

(mouth! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! 0, that my tongue were in the thunder's My widow-confort, and my sorrows' cure! Then with a passion would I shake the world;

{E.rit. And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,

her,

[Erit. Which scorns a modernt invocation.

Lew. There's nothing in the world, can Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not

make me joy :

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so; Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; I am not mad : this hair I tear, is mine; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife;

taste, Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: That it yields naught, but shame, and bitterI am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were ! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: Pund. Before the curing of a strong disease, O, if I could, what grief should I forget!- Even in the instant of repair and health, Preach some philosophy to make me mad, The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave, And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal; On their departure most of all show evil: For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, What have you lost by losing of this day? My reasonable part produces reason

Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. How I may be deliver'd of these woes,

Pand. If you have won it, certainly, you had. And teaches me to kill or hang myself: No, no: when fortune means to men most If I were mad, I should forget my son;

good, Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he: She looks upon them with a threatening eye. I am not mad; too well, too well I feel

'Tis strange, to think how much King John The different plague of each calamity.

hath lost K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love In this which he accounts so clearly won: I note

Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his priIn the fair multitude of those her hairs !

soner? Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your Do glew themselves in sociable grief;

blood. Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit; Sticking together in calamity.

For even the breath of what I mean to speak Const. To England, if you will.

Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little K. Phi. Bind up your hairs.

Out of the path which shall directly lead (rub, Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, I do it?

mark. I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be, O that these hands could so redeem my son, That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's As they have given these hairs their liberty!

veins, But now I envy at their liberty,

The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, And will again commit them to their bonds, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest: Because my poor child is a prisoner.

A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand, And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, Must be as boisterously maintain'à as gain'd: That we shall see and know our friends in And he, that stands upon a slippery place, heaven:

Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; That John may stand, then Arthur needs must For, since the birth of Cain, the first male So be it, for it cannot be but so. [fall; To him that did but yesterday suspire,+ [child, Lew. But what shall I gain by young ArThere was not such a graciousó creature born.

thur's fall? But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your And chase the native beauty from his cheek,

wife, And he will look as hollow as a ghost; May then make all the claim that Arthur did. As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;

Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. And so he'll die; and, rising so again,

Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this When I shall meet him in the court of heaven

(you: I shall not know him : therefore never, never John lays you plots; the times conspire with Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,

old world!

* Refuse. Common. Breathe. ( Graceful. Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue.

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