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That we shall see and know our friends in heav'n ;
For fince the birth of Cain, the first male-child,
There was not fuch a gracious creature born.
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Conft. Grief fills the room up of my absent child; Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts; Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well; had you fuch a lofs as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-cloaths. When there is such disorder in my wit: O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair fon! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my forrow's cure!
K. Philip. I fear fome outrage, and I'll follow her.
bad you fuch a lofs as I
ever cannot help himself cafts his I could give better comfort -eyes on others for affiftance, and This is a fentiment which great often mistakes their inability for forrow always dictates. Who- coldness.
Lewis. There's nothing in this world can make me
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Lewis. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. No, no; when fortune means to men moft good,
She looks upon them with a threat'ning eye.
'Tis ftrange to think how much King John hath loft
In this, which he accounts fo clearly won.
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prifoner ?
Lewis. 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 prophetick fpirit;
For ev❜n the breath of what I mean to speak
There's nothing in this, &c.] The young Prince feels his defeat with more fenfibility than his father. Shame operates moft
ftrongly in the earlier years; and when can difgrace be less welcome than when a man is going to his bride?
Must be as boist'rously maintain'd, as gain'd.
Lewis. But what fhall 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.
Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots; the times confpire with you;
Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life;
But hold himself safe in his imprisonment. Pand. O Sir, when he fhall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Ev'n at this news he dies: and then the hearts Of all his people fhall revolt from him,
2 True blood.] The blood of him that has the juft claim.
3 No'fcape of nature,-] The author very finely calls a monfrous birth, an escape of nature. As if it were produced while fhe
was bufy elsewhere, or intent on
And kifs the lips of unacquainted changes
Lewis. Strong reafon makes strong actions: let us go;
A C T IV. SCENE I.
Changes to ENGLAND.
Enter Hubert and Executioners.
EAT me these irons hot, and, look, thou stand
Within the arras; when I ftrike my foot
4 Or, as a little Snow.] Bacon, in his hiftory of Henry VII. fpeaking of Perkin's march, ob
ferves, that their fnow-ball did not gather as it rolled.
And bind the boy, which you fhall find with me, Faft to the chair. Be heedful; hence, and watch.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly fcruples! fear not you ; look to't.Young lad, come forth; I have to fay with you.
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Good morrow, little prince.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body should be fad but I;
Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day;
Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bofom.
Read here, young Arthur
[Shewing a paper. [Afide.