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K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your
do. I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in
[Exit. Lew. There's nothing in this world, can inake
l'and. Before the curing of a strong disease,
such a loss as I,
1 There's nothing in this, &c.] The young prince feels his defeat with more sensibility than his father. Shame operates most strongly in the earlier years; and when can disgrace be less welcome than when a man is going his bride? JOHXSOX.
On their departure most of all show evil:
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pand. If you have 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
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.
So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's
Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
John lays you plots; the times conspire with you:
young Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your ap
proach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that 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, 0, 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; Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful, What may be wrought out of their discontent: Now that their souls are topfull of offence,
For England go; I will whet on the king.
go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room in the Castle.
Enter HUBERT and Two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou
stand Within the arras: when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth: And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. 1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the
deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Good morrow, little prince.
Northampton.] The fact is, that Arthur was first confined at Falaise, and afterwards at Rouen, in Normandy, where he was put to death.-Our author has deviated, in this particular, from the history, and brought king John's nephew to England; but there is no circumstance, either in the original play, or in this of Shakspeare, to point out the particular castle in which he is supposed to be confined. The castle of Northampton has been mentioned, in some modern editions, as the place, merely because, in the first Act, King John seems to have been in that town. In the old copy there is no where any notice of place.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Mercy on me!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. [Aside. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to
Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How now, foolish rheum!
Aside. Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out 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 hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth.
And will you? Hub.
And I will.