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The life and death of King Iohn. I haue a way to winne their loues againe: Bring them before me. Bast. I will seeke them out. Iohn.
[1830]
Nay, but make haste: the better foote before, O, let me haue no subiect enemies, When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion. Be Mercurie, set feathers to thy heeles,
[1835]
And flye (like thought) from them, to me againe.
Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Exit Iohn. Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman. Go after him: for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me, and the Peeres,
[1840]
And be thou hee.
Mes. With all my heart, my Liege. Iohn. My mother dead? Enter Hubert. Hub. My Lord, they say fiue Moones were seene to (night: Foure fixed, and the fift did whirle about
[1845]
The other foure, in wondrous motion.
Ioh. Fiue Moones? Hub. Old men, and Beldames, in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously: Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths,
[1850]
And when they talke of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the eare. And he that speakes, doth gripe the hearers wrist, Whilst he that heares, makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes, with nods, with rolling eyes.
[1855]
I saw a Smith stand with his hammer (thus) The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole, With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes, Who with his Sheeres, and Measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste
[1860]
Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete, Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed, and rank'd in Kent. Another leane, vnwash'd Artificer, Cuts off his tale, and talkes of Arthurs death.
Io.
[1865]
Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares ? Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death? Thy hand hath murdred him: I had a mighty cause To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him.
H No had (my Lord?) why did you not prouoke me? Iohn.
[1870]
It is the curse of Kings, to be attended By slaues, that take their humors for a warrant, To breake within the bloody house of life, And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law; to know the meaning
[1875]
Of dangerous Maiesty, when perchance it frownes More vpon humor, then aduis'd respect.
Hub. Herere is your hand and Seale for what I did. Ioh. Oh, when the last accompt twixt heauen & earth Is to be made, then shall this hand and Seale
[1880]
Witnesse against vs to damnation. How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds, Make deeds ill done? Had'st not thou beene by, A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd to do a deede of shame,
[1885]
This murther had not come into my minde. But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect, Finding thee fit for bloody villanie: Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death:
[1890]
And thou, to be endeered to a King, Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince.

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Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head, or made a pause When I spake darkely, what I purposed:
[1895]
Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face; As bid me tell my tale in expresse words: Deepe shame had struck me dumbe, made me break off, And those thy feares, might haue wrought feares in me. But, thou didst vnderstand me by my signes,
[1900]
And didst in signes againe parley with sinne, Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, And consequently, thy rude hand to acte The deed, which both our tongues held vilde to name. Out of my sight, and neuer see me more:
[1905]
My Nobles leaue me, and my State is braued, Euen at my gates, with rankes of forraigne powres; Nay, in the body of this fleshly Land, This kingdome, this Confine of blood, and breathe Hostilitie, and ciuill tumult reignes
[1910]
Betweene my conscience, and my Cosins death.
Hub. Arme you against your other enemies: Ile make a peace betweene your soule, and you. Yong Arthur is aliue: This hand of mine Is yet a maiden, and an innocent hand.
[1915]
Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood, Within this bosome, neuer entred yet The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought, And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme, Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly,
[1920]
Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde, Then to be butcher of an innocent childe.
Iohn. Doth Arthur liue? O hast thee to the Peeres, Throw this report on their incens ed rage, And make them tame to their obedience.
[1925]
Forgiue the Comment that my passion made Vpon thy feature, for my rage was blinde, And foule immaginarie eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous then thou art. Oh, answer not; but to my Closset bring
[1930]
The angry Lords, with all expedient hast, I coniure thee but slowly: run more fast.
Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia. [Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Arthur on the walles. Ar. The Wall is high, and yet will I leape downe. Good ground be pittifull, and hurt me not: There's few or none do know me, if they did,
[1935]
This Ship‑boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite. I am afraide, and yet Ile venture it. If I get downe, and do not breake my limbes, Ile finde a thousand shifts to get away; As good to dye, and go; as dye, and stay.
[1940]
Oh me, my Vnckles spirit is in these stones, Heauen take my soule, and England keep my bones.
Dies Enter Pembroke Salisbury, & Bigot. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at S. Saint Edmondsbury, It is our safetie, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perillous time. Pem.
[1945]
Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall?
Sal. The Count Meloone, a Noble Lord of France, Whose priuate with me of the Dolphines loue, Is much more generall, then these lines import. Big.

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Scœna Tertia. [Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Arthur on the walles. Ar. The Wall is high, and yet will I leape downe. Good ground be pittifull, and hurt me not: There's few or none do know me, if they did,
[1935]
This Ship‑boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite. I am afraide, and yet Ile venture it. If I get downe, and do not breake my limbes, Ile finde a thousand shifts to get away; As good to dye, and go; as dye, and stay.
[1940]
Oh me, my Vnckles spirit is in these stones, Heauen take my soule, and England keep my bones.
Dies Enter Pembroke Salisbury, & Bigot. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at S.Saint Edmondsbury, It is our safetie, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perillous time. Pem.
[1945]
Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall?
Sal. The Count Meloone, a Noble Lord of France, Whose priuate with me of the Dolphines loue, Is much more generall, then these lines import. Big. To morrow morning let vs meete him then. An ink mark follows the end of this line. Sal.
[1950]
Or rather then set forward, for 'twill be Two long dayes iourney (Lords) or ere we meete.
Enter Bastard. Bast. Once more to day well met, distemper'd Lords, The King by me requests your presence straight. Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs,
[1955]
We will not lyne his thin‑bestained cloake With our pure Honors: nor attend the foote That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes. Returne, and tell him so: we know the worst.
Bast. What ere you thinke, good words I thinke were best. Sal.
[1960]
Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.
Bast. But there is little reason in your greefe. Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now. Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his priuiledge. Bast. 'Tis true, to hurt his master, no mans else. Sal.
[1965]
This is the prison: What is he lyes heere?
P. Oh death, made proud with pure & princely beuty, The earth had not a hole to hide this deede. Sal. Murther, as hating what himselfe hath done, Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge. Big.
[1970]
Or when he doom'd this Beautie to graue, Found it too precious Princely, for a graue.
Sal. Sir Richard, what thinke you ? you haue beheld, Or haue you read, or heard, or could you thinke ? Or do you almost thinke, although you see,
[1975]
That you do see? Could thought, without this obiect Forme such another? This is the very top, The heighth, the Crest: or Crest vnto the Crest Of murthers Armes: This is the bloodiest shame, The wildest Sauagery, the vildest stroke
[1980]
That euer wall‑ey'd wrath, or staring rage Presented to the teares of soft remorse.
Pem. All murthers past, do stand excus'd in this: And this so sole, and so vnmatcheable, Shall giue a holinesse, a puritie,
[1985]
To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times; And proue a deadly blood‑shed, but a iest, Exampled by this heynous spectacle.
Bast. It is a damned, and a bloody worke, The gracelesse action of a heauy hand,
[1990]
If that it be the worke of any hand.
Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand? We had a kinde of light, what would ensue: It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand, The practice, and the purpose of the king:
[1995]
From whose obedience I forbid my soule, Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life, And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence The Incense of a Vow, a holy Vow: Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world,
[2000]
Neuer to be infected with delight, Nor conuersant with Ease, and Idlenesse, Till I haue set a glory to this hand, By giuing it the worship of Reuenge.
Pem. Big. Our soules religiously confirme thy words. Enter Hubert. Hub.
[2005]
Lords, I am hot with haste, in seeking you, Arthur doth liue, the king hath sent for you.
Sal. Oh he is bold, and blushes not at death, Auant thou hatefull villain, get thee gone. Hu. I am no villaine. Sal.
[2010]
Must I rob (the Law?
Bast. Your sword is bright sir, put it vp againe. Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin. Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury, stand backe I say: By heauen, I thinke my sword's as sharpe as yours.
[2015]
I would not haue you (Lord) forget your selfe, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Least I, by marking of your rage, forget your Worth, your Greatnesse, and Nobility.
Big. Out dunghill: dar'st thou braue a Nobleman? Hub.
[2020]
Not for my life: But yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor.
Sal. Thou art a Murtherer. Hub. Do not proue me so: Yet I am none. Whose tongue so ere speakes false,
[2025]
Not truely speakes: who speakes not truly, Lies.
Pem. Cut him to peeces. Bast. Keepe the peace, I say. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge. If thou but frowne on me, or stirre thy foote,
[2030]
Or teach thy hastie spleene to dome shame, Ile strike thee dead. Put vp thy sword betime, Or Ile so maule you, and your tosting‑Iron, That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?
[2035]
Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer?
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. Who kill'd this Prince? Hub. 'Tis not an houre since I left him well: I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe
[2040]
My date of life out, for his sweete liues losse.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villanie is not without such rheume, And he, long traded in it, makes it seeme Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie.
[2045]
Away with me, all you whose soules abhorre Th'vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter‑house, For I am stifled with this smell of sinne.
Big. Away, toward Burie, to the Dolphin there. P. There tel the king, he may inquire vs out. Ex. Lords. Ba.
[2050]
Here's a good world: knew you of this faire work? Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie, (If thou didst this deed of death) art y u damn'd Hubert.
Hub. Do but heare me sir. Bast. Ha? Ile tell thee what.
[2055]
Thou'rt damn'd as blacke, nay nothing is so blacke, Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer: There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this childe.
Hub. Vpon my soule. Bast.
[2060]
If thou didst but consent To this most cruell Act: do but dispaire, And if thou want'st a Cord, the smallest thred That euer Spider twisted from her wombe Will serue to strangle thee: A rush will be a beame
[2065]
To hang thee on. Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe, Put but a little water in a spoone, And it shall be as all the Ocean, Enough to stifle such a villaine vp. I do suspect thee very greeuously.
Hub.
[2070]
If I in act, consent, or sinne of thought, Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Let hell want paines enough to torture me: I left him well.
Bast.
[2075]
Go, beare him in thine armes: I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loose my way Among the thornes, and dangers of this world. How easie dost thou take all England vp, From forth this morcell of dead Royaltie?
[2080]
The life, the right, and truth of all this Realme Is fled to heauen: and England now is left To tug and scamble, and to part by th'teeth The vn‑owed interest of proud swelling State: Now for the bare‑pickt bone of Maiesty,
[2085]
Doth dogged warre bristle his angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace: Now Powers from home, and discontents at home Meet in one line: and vast confusion waites As doth a Rauen on a sicke‑falne beast,
[2090]
The iminent decay of wrested pompe. Now happy he, whose cloake and center can Hold out this tempest. Beare away that childe, And follow me with speed: Ile to the King: A thousand businesses are briefe in hand,
[2095]
And heauen it selfe doth frowne vpon the Land.
Exit.
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 3]</head>
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      <l n="1932">The Wall is high, and yet will I leape downe.</l>
      <l n="1933">Good ground be pittifull, and hurt me not:</l>
      <l n="1934">There's few or none do know me, if they did,</l>
      <l n="1935">This Ship‑boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite.</l>
      <l n="1936">I am afraide, and yet Ile venture it.</l>
      <l n="1937">If I get downe, and do not breake my limbes,</l>
      <l n="1938">Ile finde a thousand shifts to get away;</l>
      <l n="1939">As good to dye, and go; as dye, and stay.</l>
      <l n="1940">Oh me, my Vnckles spirit is in these stones,</l>
      <l n="1941">Heauen take my soule, and England keep my bones.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Dies</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Pembroke Salisbury, &amp; Bigot.</stage>
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      <l n="1942">Lords, I will meet him at<choice>
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         <hi rend="italic">Edmondsbury</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1943">It is our safetie, and we must embrace</l>
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      <l n="1945">Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1946">The Count<hi rend="italic">Meloone</hi>, a Noble Lord of France,</l>
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      <l n="1949">To morrow morning let vs meete him then.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1950">Or rather then set forward, for 'twill be</l>
      <l n="1951">Two long dayes iourney (Lords) or ere we meete.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bastard.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="1952">Once more to day well met, distemper'd Lords,</l>
      <l n="1953">The King by me requests your presence straight.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1954">The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs,</l>
      <l n="1955">We will not lyne his thin‑bestained cloake</l>
      <l n="1956">With our pure Honors: nor attend the foote</l>
      <l n="1957">That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes.</l>
      <l n="1958">Returne, and tell him so: we know the worst.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="1959">What ere you thinke, good words I thinke
      <lb/>were best.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1960">Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="1961">But there is little reason in your greefe.</l>
      <l n="1962">Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pem.</speaker>
      <l n="1963">Sir, sir, impatience hath his priuiledge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="1964">'Tis true, to hurt his master, no mans else.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1965">This is the prison: What is he lyes heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem">
      <speaker rend="italic">P.</speaker>
      <l n="1966">Oh death, made proud with pure &amp; princely beuty,</l>
      <l n="1967">The earth had not a hole to hide this deede.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1968">Murther, as hating what himselfe hath done,</l>
      <l n="1969">Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Big.</speaker>
      <l n="1970">Or when he doom'd this Beautie to graue,</l>
      <l n="1971">Found it too precious Princely, for a graue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1972">Sir<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, what thinke you<c rend="italic">?</c>you haue beheld,</l>
      <l n="1973">Or haue you read, or heard, or could you thinke<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1974">Or do you almost thinke, although you see,</l>
      <l n="1975">That you do see? Could thought, without this obiect</l>
      <l n="1976">Forme such another? This is the very top,</l>
      <l n="1977">The heighth, the Crest: or Crest vnto the Crest</l>
      <l n="1978">Of murthers Armes: This is the bloodiest shame,</l>
      <l n="1979">The wildest Sauagery, the vildest stroke</l>
      <l n="1980">That euer wall‑ey'd wrath, or staring rage</l>
      <l n="1981">Presented to the teares of soft remorse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pem.</speaker>
      <l n="1982">All murthers past, do stand excus'd in this:</l>
      <l n="1983">And this so sole, and so vnmatcheable,</l>
      <l n="1984">Shall giue a holinesse, a puritie,</l>
      <l n="1985">To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times;</l>
      <l n="1986">And proue a deadly blood‑shed, but a iest,</l>
      <l n="1987">Exampled by this heynous spectacle.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="1988">It is a damned, and a bloody worke,</l>
      <l n="1989">The gracelesse action of a heauy hand,</l>
      <l n="1990">If that it be the worke of any hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="1991">If that it be the worke of any hand?</l>
      <l n="1992">We had a kinde of light, what would ensue:</l>
      <l n="1993">It is the shamefull worke of<hi rend="italic">Huberts</hi>hand,</l>
      <l n="1994">The practice, and the purpose of the king:</l>
      <l n="1995">From whose obedience I forbid my soule,</l>
      <l n="1996">Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life,</l>
      <l n="1997">And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence</l>
      <l n="1998">The Incense of a Vow, a holy Vow:</l>
      <l n="1999">Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world,</l>
      <l n="2000">Neuer to be infected with delight,</l>
      <l n="2001">Nor conuersant with Ease, and Idlenesse,</l>
      <l n="2002">Till I haue set a glory to this hand,</l>
      <l n="2003">By giuing it the worship of Reuenge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem #F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pem. Big.</speaker>
      <l n="2004">Our soules religiously confirme thy words.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Hubert.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2005">Lords, I am hot with haste, in seeking you,</l>
      <l n="2006">
         <hi rend="italic">Arthur</hi>doth liue, the king hath sent for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2007">Oh he is bold, and blushes not at death,</l>
      <l n="2008">Auant thou hatefull villain, get thee gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hu.</speaker>
      <l n="2009">I am no villaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2010">Must I rob
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>the Law?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="2011">Your sword is bright sir, put it vp againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2012">Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2013">Stand backe Lord Salsbury, stand backe I say:</l>
      <l n="2014">By heauen, I thinke my sword's as sharpe as yours.</l>
      <l n="2015">I would not haue you (Lord) forget your selfe,</l>
      <l n="2016">Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;</l>
      <l n="2017">Least I, by marking of your rage, forget</l>
      <l n="2018">your Worth, your Greatnesse, and Nobility.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Big.</speaker>
      <l n="2019">Out dunghill: dar'st thou braue a Nobleman?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2020">Not for my life: But yet I dare defend</l>
      <l n="2021">My innocent life against an Emperor.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2022">Thou art a Murtherer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2023">Do not proue me so:</l>
      <l n="2024">Yet I am none. Whose tongue so ere speakes false,</l>
      <l n="2025">Not truely speakes: who speakes not truly, Lies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pem.</speaker>
      <l n="2026">Cut him to peeces.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="2027">Keepe the peace, I say.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2028">Stand by, or I shall gaul you<hi rend="italic">Faulconbridge</hi>.</l>
      <l n="2029">If thou but frowne on me, or stirre thy foote,</l>
      <l n="2030">Or teach thy hastie spleene to dome shame,</l>
      <l n="2031">Ile strike thee dead. Put vp thy sword betime,</l>
      <l n="2032">Or Ile so maule you, and your tosting‑Iron,</l>
      <l n="2033">That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Big.</speaker>
      <l n="2034">What wilt thou do, renowned<hi rend="italic">Faulconbridge</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2035">Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2036">Lord<hi rend="italic">Bigot</hi>, I am none.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Big.</speaker>
      <l n="2037">Who kill'd this Prince?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2038">'Tis not an houre since I left him well:</l>
      <l n="2039">I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe</l>
      <l n="2040">My date of life out, for his sweete liues losse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2041">Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,</l>
      <l n="2042">For villanie is not without such rheume,</l>
      <l n="2043">And he, long traded in it, makes it seeme</l>
      <l n="2044">Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie.</l>
      <l n="2045">Away with me, all you whose soules abhorre</l>
      <l n="2046">Th'vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter‑house,</l>
      <l n="2047">For I am stifled with this smell of sinne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-big">
      <speaker rend="italic">Big.</speaker>
      <l n="2048">Away, toward<hi rend="italic">Burie</hi>, to the Dolphin there.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-pem">
      <speaker rend="italic">P.</speaker>
      <l n="2049">There tel the king, he may inquire vs out.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Ex. Lords.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ba.</speaker>
      <l n="2050">Here's a good world: knew you of this faire work?</l>
      <l n="2051">Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie,</l>
      <l n="2052">(If thou didst this deed of death) art y<c rend="superscript">u</c>damn'd<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2053">Do but heare me sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="2054">Ha? Ile tell thee what.</l>
      <l n="2055">Thou'rt damn'd as blacke, nay nothing is so blacke,</l>
      <l n="2056">Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer:</l>
      <l n="2057">There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell</l>
      <l n="2058">As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this childe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2059">Vpon my soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="2060">If thou didst but consent</l>
      <l n="2061">To this most cruell Act: do but dispaire,</l>
      <l n="2062">And if thou want'st a Cord, the smallest thred</l>
      <l n="2063">That euer Spider twisted from her wombe</l>
      <l n="2064">Will serue to strangle thee: A rush will be a beame</l>
      <l n="2065">To hang thee on. Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe,</l>
      <l n="2066">Put but a little water in a spoone,</l>
      <l n="2067">And it shall be as all the Ocean,</l>
      <l n="2068">Enough to stifle such a villaine vp.</l>
      <l n="2069">I do suspect thee very greeuously.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="2070">If I in act, consent, or sinne of thought,</l>
      <l n="2071">Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath</l>
      <l n="2072">Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,</l>
      <l n="2073">Let hell want paines enough to torture me:</l>
      <l n="2074">I left him well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="2075">Go, beare him in thine armes:</l>
      <l n="2076">I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loose my way</l>
      <l n="2077">Among the thornes, and dangers of this world.</l>
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      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2078">How easie dost thou take all<hi rend="italic">England</hi>vp,</l>
      <l n="2079">From forth this morcell of dead Royaltie?</l>
      <l n="2080">The life, the right, and truth of all this Realme</l>
      <l n="2081">Is fled to heauen: and<hi rend="italic">England</hi>now is left</l>
      <l n="2082">To tug and scamble, and to part by th'teeth</l>
      <l n="2083">The vn‑owed interest of proud swelling State:</l>
      <l n="2084">Now for the bare‑pickt bone of Maiesty,</l>
      <l n="2085">Doth dogged warre bristle his angry crest,</l>
      <l n="2086">And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:</l>
      <l n="2087">Now Powers from home, and discontents at home</l>
      <l n="2088">Meet in one line: and vast confusion waites</l>
      <l n="2089">As doth a Rauen on a sicke‑falne beast,</l>
      <l n="2090">The iminent decay of wrested pompe.</l>
      <l n="2091">Now happy he, whose cloake and center can</l>
      <l n="2092">Hold out this tempest. Beare away that childe,</l>
      <l n="2093">And follow me with speed: Ile to the King:</l>
      <l n="2094">A thousand businesses are briefe in hand,</l>
      <l n="2095">And heauen it selfe doth frowne vpon the Land.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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