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Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Doth lay it open to urge on revenge.
Bigot. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to the grave, Found it too precious, princely, for a grave. Sal, Sir Richard, what think you ? Have
? Have you beheld, Or have you read, or heard, or could you think, Or do you almost think, altho' you see, That you do see ? could thought, without this object, Form such another ? This is the very top, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savag’ry, the vileft stroke, That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears of soft remorfe.
Pemb. All murders paft do stand excus'd in this :
Faule. It is a dained and a bloody work ;
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand?
a hely vow ;Never to taste the pleafures of the world,] This is a copy of the pows made in the ages of fuperftition and chivalry. JOHNSON,
Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
Our souls religiously confirm they words. Bigot. $
Enter Hubert. Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste, in seeking you : Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.
Sal. Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death.
Hub. I am no villain.
Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury; stand back, I say;
Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar'lt 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 5;
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.
- the worship of revenge.] The worship is the dignity, the honour. We still say worshipful of magiftrates. Johnson.
— true defence;] Honeft defence; defence in a good canje. JOHNSON.
Ś Do not prove me so
-] Do not make me a murderer by compelling me to kill you ; I am hitherto not a murderer. johns,
Faulc. Thou wert better gaul 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.
Bigot. What will you do, renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a villain, and a murderer?
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Bigot. Away toward Bury, to the dauphin there !
[Exeunt lords. Faulc. Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.
Faul. Ha! I'll tell thee what Thou art damn'd fo black-nay, nothing is so black; Thou art more deep damn’d than prince Lucifer: 6 There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.
6. There is not yet, &c.] I remember once to have met with an old book, printed in the time of Henry VIII. (which Shakespeare poffibiy might have seen) where we are told that the deformity of the condemned in the other world is exactly propor
Hub. Upon my foul
Foulc. If thou didst but consent
Hub. If I, in act, consent, or fin of thought,
Faulo. Go, bear him in thine arms.--
crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes peace.
powers from home and discontents at home Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits (As doth a raven on a sick, fallen beast) The imminent decay of wrested pomp
8. tioned to the degrees of their guilt. The author of it observes how difficult it would be, on this account, to distinguish between Belzebub and Judas Iscariot. STEEVENS.
? The un-owed interest-)i.e, the interest which has no proper owner to claim it. STEEVENS.
$ The imminent decay of wrested pomp.] Wrested pomp is greatEes obtained by violence. JOHNSON.
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
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The court of England.
Enter king John, Pandulpho, and attendants.
K. JOHN. THUS I have yielded up
Pend. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up,