t With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. JOHN. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears? Thy hand hath murther'd him: I had a mighty cause HUB. None had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me? K. JOHN. It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves that take their humours for a warrant And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour than advis'd respect. HUB. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. K. JOHN. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Made it no conscience to destroy a prince HUB. My lord,— K. JOHN. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed, Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words, Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And didst in signs again parley with sin; The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name. This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Between my conscience and my cousin's death. HUB. Arm you against your other enemies, The dreadful motion of a murtherous thought; Is yet the cover of a fairer mind Than to be butcher of an innocent child. K. JOHN. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers, Throw this report on their incensed rage, And make them tame to their obedience! Forgive the comment that my passion made Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind, And foul imaginary eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous than thou art. O, answer not; but to my closet bring The angry lords, with all expedient haste; I conjure thee but slowly; run more fast. [Exeunt. SCENE III.—Before the Castle. Enter ARTHUR on the Walls. ARTH. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down:- If I get down, and do not break my limbs, [Leaps down As good to die and go, as die and stay. Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. SAL. Lords, I will meet him at St. Edmund's-Bury; It is our safety, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perilous time. PEM. Who brought that letter from the cardinal? BIG. To-morrow morning let us meet him then, Enter the Bastard. BAST. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd lords! The king, by me, requests your presence straight. SAL. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us. We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours, nor attend the foot Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. [Dies BAST. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best. Therefore, 't were reason you had manners now. BAST. 'T is true; to hurt his master, no man else. [Seeing ARTHUR. PEM. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty! The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. SAL. Murther, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. BIG. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, SAL. Sir Richard, what think you? You have beheld, That you do see? could thought, without this object, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Of murther's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, PEM. All murthers past do stand excus'd in this: Shall give a holiness, a purity, To the yet-unbegotten sin of times; And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest, BAST. It is a damned and a bloody work; hand? SAL. If that it be the work of any Till I have set a glory to this hand, PEM., BIG. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. HUB. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: SAL. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death:Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! HUB. I am no villain. Must I rob the law? [Drawing his sword BAST. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. BIG. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman? My innocent life against an emperor. SAL. Thou art a murtherer. HUB. Do not prove me so; Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, PEM. Cut him to pieces. BAST. Keep the peace, 1 say. SAL. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. 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; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you HUB. Lord Bigot, I am none. BIG. Who kill'd this prince? |