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, I say. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. Who kill'd this prince? Hub. "Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without such rheum; Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach 3 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 art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: 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, would'st thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up.— I do suspect thee very grievously. Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way To tug and scramble, and to part by the teeth [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.- The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter King JOHN, PANDULPH with the Crown, and attendants. K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pand. Take again [Giving JOHN the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your sovereign greatness and authority. 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. 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, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : But, since you are a gentle convertite, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Upon your oath of service to the pope, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, My crown I should give off? Even so I have: I did suppose, it should be on constraint; But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. Enter the Bastard. Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: To offer service to your enemy; And wild amazement hurries up and down K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive? Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets; An empty casket, where the jewel of life By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. |