King John & Henry VIII (13 page)
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Authors: William Shakespeare
KING PHILIP
Bind up those tresses
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: O, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Where but by chance a
silver drop
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hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand
wiry friends
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Do glue themselves in
sociable
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grief,
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
CONSTANCE
To England, if you will
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.
KING PHILIP
Bind up your hairs.
CONSTANCE
Yes, that I will: and
wherefore
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will I do it?
I tore them from their bonds and cried aloud
‘O, that these hands could so
redeem
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my son,
As they have given these hairs their liberty!’
But now I
envy at
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their liberty,
And will again commit them to their bonds,
She binds up her hair
Because my poor child is a prisoner.
And, Father Cardinal, I have heard you say
That we shall see and
know
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our friends in heaven:
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
For since the birth of
Cain
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, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday
suspire
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,
There was not such a
gracious
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creature born:
But now will
canker-sorrow
eat my
bud
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And chase the
native
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beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As
dim
and
meagre
as
an ague’s fit
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,
And
so
he’ll die: and
rising
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so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not
know
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him: therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
You hold too
heinous
a
respect
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of grief.
CONSTANCE
He talks to me that never had a son.
KING PHILIP
You are as
fond of
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grief as of your child.
CONSTANCE
Grief fills the
room
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up of my absent child:
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers
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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 such a loss as I,
She unbinds her hair
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this
form
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upon my head,
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
KING PHILIP
I fear some
outrage
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, and I’ll follow her.
Exit
LEWIS
There’s nothing in this world can make me
joy
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:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the
dull
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ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoiled the sweet
word’s
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taste
That
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it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even
in the instant
of
repair
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and health,
The
fit
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is strongest: evils that take leave,
On their departure most of all show evil:
What have you lost by losing of this
day
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?
LEWIS
All days of glory, joy and happiness.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
If you
had
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won it, certainly you had.
No, no: when Fortune
means
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to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye:
’Tis strange to think how much King John hath lost
In this which he
accounts
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so clearly won:
Are not you grieved that Arthur is his prisoner?
LEWIS
As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.
Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit:
For even the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little
rub
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,
Out of the path which shall directly lead
Thy foot to England’s throne. And therefore
mark
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:
John hath seized Arthur, and it cannot be
That whiles warm life plays in that
infant’s
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veins,
The
misplaced
John should
entertain
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an hour,
One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest.
A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand
Must be as
boisterously
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maintained as gained:
And he that stands upon a slipp’ry place
Makes nice of no
vile hold to
stay
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him up:
That
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John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall:
So be it, for it cannot be but so.
LEWIS
But what shall I gain by young Arthur’s fall?
CARDINAL PANDULPH
You, in the right of Lady Blanche your wife,
May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
LEWIS
And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
How
green
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you are, and fresh in this old world!
John
lays you plots
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: the times conspire with you:
For he that
steeps
his safety in
true
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blood
Shall find but bloody safety and
untrue
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.
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts
Of all his people and freeze up their
zeal
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,
That
none so small advantage
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shall step forth
To
check
his
reign
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, but they will cherish it:
No natural
exhalation
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in the sky,
No
scope
of nature, no
distempered
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day,
No common wind, no
customèd
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event,
But they will
pluck away
his
natural
cause
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And call them meteors,
prodigies
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, and signs,
Abortives
,
presages
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, and tongues of heaven,
Plainly
denouncing
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vengeance upon John.
LEWIS
Maybe he will not touch young Arthur’s life,
But
hold
himself
safe
in his prisonment
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.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
O sir, when he shall hear of your
approach
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,
If that young Arthur be not gone already,
Even at that news he dies: and then the hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him,
And
kiss the lips of
unacquainted
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change,
And
pick
strong matter of
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revolt and wrath
Out of the bloody fingers’ ends of John
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.
Methinks I see this
hurly
all
on foot
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:
And O, what better matter
breeds
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for you
Than I have named! The Bastard Falconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the Church,
Offending charity: if but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a
call
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To
train
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ten thousand English to their side,
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon
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becomes a mountain. O noble dauphin,
Go with me to the king: ’tis wonderful
What may be
wrought
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out of their discontent,
Now that their souls are
top-full
of
offence
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.
For England go: I will
whet on
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the king.
LEWIS
Strong reasons make
strange actions
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: let us go:
If you say
ay
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, the king will not say no.
Exeunt
running scene 6
Enter Hubert and Executioners
With a rope and irons
Within
the
arras
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: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be
heedful
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: hence, and watch.
FIRST EXECUTIONER
I hope your warrant will
bear out
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the deed.
The Executioners withdraw behind the arras
HUBERT
Uncleanly scruples
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: Fear not you: look to’t.
Young lad, come forth; I have
to say with
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you.
Enter Arthur
ARTHUR
Good morrow, Hubert.
HUBERT
Good morrow,
little
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prince.
To be more prince, as may be. You are
sad
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.
HUBERT
Indeed, I have been merrier.
ARTHUR
’Mercy
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on me!
Methinks nobody should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as
sad
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as night
Only
for
wantonness
:
by my christendom
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,
So
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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
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My uncle
practises
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more harm to me:
He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey’s son?
No, indeed, is’t not: and I
would
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to heaven
I were your son,
so
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you would love me, Hubert.
Aside
HUBERT
If I talk to him, with his innocent
prate
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He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and
dispatch
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.
ARTHUR
Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale today:
In
sooth
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, I would you were a little sick,
That I might sit all night and
watch
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with you.
I
warrant
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I love you more than you do me.
Aside
HUBERT
His words do take possession of my bosom.—
Showing a paper/Aside
Read here, young Arthur.— How now, foolish
rheum
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!
Turning dispiteous torture out of door
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?
I must be
brief
, lest
resolution
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drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? Is it not
fair writ
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?
