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And frew'd repentant afhes on its head.
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend,
Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye,
Yet am I fworn; and I did purpose, boy,
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while
Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
Your uncle muft not know but you are dead.
Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert.
Changes to the Court of England.
Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other
K. John. H
ERE once again we fit, once again
And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes.
Pemb. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd,
Was once fuperfluous; you were crown'd before,
Sal. Therefore, to be poffefs'd with double pomp,
To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish,
Hemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, This act is as an ancient tale new told,
And in the last repeating troublesome :
Being urged at a time unseasonable.
Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured;
And, like a fhifted wind unto a fail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about :
Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected,
Pemb. When workmen ftrive to do better than well, 2. They do confound their skill in covetousness; And oftentimes excufing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worfe by the excufe:
This This once againwas once fuperfluous.] This one time more was one time more than enough.
To guard a title that was
by their Avarice, but in an eager
As patches, fet upon a little breach,
Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd,
Must make a stand at what your highness will.
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation
Th' infranchisement of Arthur; whofe restraint
That the time's enemies may not have this
To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?
What we fo fear'd he had a charge to do.
Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go, Between his purpose and his confcience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles fet 7: His paffion is fo ripe, it needs must break.
Pemb. And when it breaks, I fear will iffue thence The foul corruption of a fweet child's death.
K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Good Lords, although my will to give is living, "The fuit which you demand is gone, and dead.
6 Between his purpose and his I have therefore ventur'd to read, confcience, ] Between his fent. confciousness of guilt, and his defign to conceal it by fair profeflions.
This Dr. Warburton has followed without much advantage; fet is not fixed, but only placed; heralds must be fet between battles in order to be sent between them.
And when it breaks, This is but an indelicate metaphor, taken from an impoftumated tumour.
He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night.
Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was past cure. Pemb. Indeed, we heard how near his death he was, Before the child himfelf felt he was fick.
This must be anfwer'd, either here, or hence.
K. John. Why do you bend fuch folemn brows on me?
Think you, I bear the fhears of destiny?
That blood, which own'd the breadth of all this ifle,
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent.
Enter a Meffenger.
A fearful eye thou haft; where is that blood,
So foul a fky clears not without a storm;
Was levy'd in the body of a land.
From France to England.-] king afks bow all goes in France, the meffenger catches the
word goes, and anfwers, that whatever is in France goes now into England.