With our pure honours, nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks: Therefore, 't were reason you had manners now. PEM. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. BAST. Tis true; to hurt his master, no man elsea. SAL. This is the prison: What is he lies here? PEM. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty! SAL. Murther, as hating what himself hath done, 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; BAST. It is a damned and a bloody work; [Seeing ARTHUR. No man else. Mr. Collier has found that in one copy of the original the reading is no man, in another no man's. You have beheld. The third folio gives the reading which is generally adopted, of "Have you beheld?" We retain that of the original, which appears to mean-You see-or have you only read, or heard? Your senses must be so startled that you may doubt "you have beheld.” Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, Never to taste the pleasures of the world, By giving it the worship of revenge. PEM., BIG. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. Enter HUBERT. HUB. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: SAL. By heaven, I think, my sword 's as sharp as yours: My innocent life against an emperor. SAL. Thou art a murtherer. Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, PEM. Cut him to pieces. BAST. Keep the peace, I say. SAL. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. That you Second a villain and a murtherer? HUB. Lord Bigot, I am none. [Drawing his sword. Who kill'd this prince? BIG. BAST. Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. HUB. Do but hear me, sir. BAST. Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou 'rt damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. HUB. Upon my soul, BAST. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on; or, wouldst thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be, as all the ocean, BAST. Go, bear him in thine arms.— HISTORIES.-VOL. I. [Exeunt Lords. E Is fled to heaven; and England now is left [Exeunt. Enter KING JOHN, PANDULPH with the Crown, and Attendants. K. JOHN. Now keep your holy word: go meet the French; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Our people quarrel with obedience; Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. This inundation of mistemper'd humour Rests by you only to be qualified. Then pause not; for the present time 's so sick, That present medicine must be minister'd, Or overthrow incurable ensues. PAND. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, • Counties-nobles. The reader will remember the County Paris, in 'Romeo and Juliet;' and County Guy, in Sir Walter Scott's ballad. |