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Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. Now hear me speak, with a prophetick spirit; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path, which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. John bath seized Arthur; and it cannot be, That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand, Must be as boisterously maintain' as gain’d : And he, that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Lew. 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.
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, 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, 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; 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. Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions: Let us
go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Ereunt.
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
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.
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 sad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!
So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale to-day : In sooth, 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 Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.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. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did
but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again :
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
nor never shall, So much as frown on you?
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it!
Re-enter Attendants, with cords, irons, &c. Do as I bid you do.