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Till I have set a glory to this hand,
Pemb. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words.
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :— Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
Hal'. I am no villain.
Sai. Must I rob the law?
[Draining his savrd.
Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again.
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin.
Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours: I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Yonr worth, your greatness, and nobility.
Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman?
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor.
Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Hub. Do not prove me so;
Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.
Bast. Keep the peace, I say.
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: 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 shall think the devil is come from hell.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? Second a villain, and a murderer?
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 My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes. For villainy is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency. Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor The uncleanly favours of a slaughter-house; For I am stifled with the smell of sin.
Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!
Pemb. There, tell the king, he may enquire us out.
Bust, Here's a good world!—Knew you of this fair
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Hub. Do but hear me, sir.
Beit. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
Thou art damn'd as black— nay, nothing is so black;
Hub, Upon my soul,
Bast. If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
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
Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty,
ACT V. SCENE I.
The Same. A Room in the Palace, Enter King John, Pandulph with the Crown, and
K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory.
Fand. Take aSain
[Giving John the Crcrton.
From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the
And from his holiness use all your power
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.
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope:
But, since you are a gentle convertite,