BAST. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. K. JOHN. Coz, farewell. [Exit Bastard. ELI. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [She takes ARTHUR aside. K. JOHN. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,— HUB. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. JOHN. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet: I had a thing to say,-but let it go: c Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick, Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, HUB. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I would do it! K. JOHN. Do not I know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread HUB. And I'll keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty. K. JOHN. Death. HUB. K. JOHN. HUB. K. JOHN. My lord! I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee. Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: Remember.- -Madam, fare you well: But thou shalt have: and, creep time ne'er so slow, I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Must by the hungry now be fed upon:] For now, Warburton proposed to read war; a substitution supported by the corresponding passage in the old play : "Philip, I make thee chiefe in this affaire, Some better tune.] So the old copies. Pope altered tune to time; perhaps without necessity, for these words were often used, of old, as synonymes. e Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,-] From a passage in the "Merchant of Venice," Act I. Sc. 1: "Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, I. at one time, thought keep a misprint of peep, that is, half close, which agrees, too, with the context: "And strain their cheeks to idle merriment. ELI. My blessing go with thee! Keep, however, in the sense of occupy, may be right; for Biron, "Love's Labour 's Lost," Act IV. Sc. 3, says: "Other slow arts entirely keep the brain." d Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,-] Pope reads broad-eyed, an unobjectionable emendation, if any change were required, for broad-eyed and narrow-eyed are expressions repeatedly to be found in the old writers; but brooded for brooding, in allusion to the vigilance of birds on brood, conveys the very sense intended. So, in Massinger's play of "The City Madam," Act III. Sc. 3: K. JOHN. For England, cousin, go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! SCENE IV.-The same. [Exeunt. Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, K. PHI. O fair affliction, peace! [cry:CONST. No, no, I will not, having breath to O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! The French King's Then with a passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation. Tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. K. PHI. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of convicted" sail Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. [well. [well. PAND. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go K. PHI: What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? LEW. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: PAND. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. I am not mad: this hair I tear is mine; ; [note K. PHI. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I CONST. To England, if you will!a I do it? I tore them from their bonds, and cried aloud, For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, a do. [Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Exit. K. PHI. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit. LEW. There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness. b LEW. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. PAND. If you had 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 lost In this, which he accounts so clearly won: LEW. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. PAND. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit; John hath sciz'd Arthur, and it cannot be, a I could give better comfort-] "This is a sentiment which great sorrow always dictates. Whoever cannot help himself casts his eyes on others for assistance, and often mistakes their inability for coldness."-JOHNSON. b The sweet world's taste.-] For world's the old copies have words. The correction is Pope's. They would be as a call-] An allusion to the reed, or pipe, termed a bird-call; or to the practice of bird-catchers, who, in laying their nets, place a caged bird over them, which they termi May then make all the claim that Arthur did. John lays you plots; the times conspire with you- No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Arthur's PAND. O, sir, when he shall hear of your If that young Arthur be not gone already, If you say ay, the king will not say no. [Exeunt. 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! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I: Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, I should be as merry as the day is long; And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me: |