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KING JOHN,* ACT IV. SCENE I.- Shakspeare. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE (1564-1616) the greatest of dramatic poets, and the greatest name in our literature, was born at Stratford-on-Avon, Warwickshire. He became a player in London, and afterwards the manager of a theatre. Before his death he retired with a competence to his native place. His works consist of thirty-seven plays, two poems, and a collection of Bonnets. Among the plays may be mentioned such masterpieces as Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear, King John, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Henry VIII., The Tempest, &c.
heat for Enter HUBERT and Two ATTENDANTS.
Look thou stand,
take care to Hub. Heat me* these irons hot; and, look thou
Arras, tapestry. Within the arras ;* when I strike my foot
curtains or hang. Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, ings representAnd bind the boy, which you shall find with me, ing
the 5 Fast to the chair : be heedful: hence, and watch. battles or
figures of men, I Attend. I hope your warrant * will bear out birds, beasts, &c., the deed.*
used formerly to
cover the walls of Hub. Uncleanly scruples !* Fear not you: look
mansions. First to't.
[Exeunt * ATTENDANTS. manufactured at Young lad, come forth ; I have to
Arras, a town in say with you.
France. Warrant, written authority.
Bear out the deed, Enter ARTHUR.
free the doer from
all blame. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Uncleanly 1ο Hub. Good morrow, little prince. fears or doubts.
scruples, foolish Arth. As little prince (having so great a title Exeunt, a Latin To be more prince,) as may be. You are sad.
word meaning to
go out. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
So great a title, Arth.
Mercy on me! &c., having á 15 Methinks,* nobody should be sad but I;
right to be more
than a prince, Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
viz., to be a king.
sport, amuseI should be merry as the day is long;
ness, mischief, And so I would be here, but that I doubt
Christendom, that My uncle practises more harm to me:
part of the world
acknow. He is afraid of me, and I of him :
ledges the ChrisIs it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ? 25 No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven By my Christen.
dom, by my chris. I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.
tening. * King John was the younger brother of Geffrey, the third son of Henry II. fore, according to law, Geffrey's son, Arthur, had a better claim to the crown than his uncle. John knowing this, and fearing a rebellion in favour of his nephew, was anxious to get rid of him, so he employed Hubert de Burgh to murder him. Arthur was born in 11870 and is supposed to have been murdered at Rouen in 1203; some say by John's own hand
it seems to me.
Ilub. [Aside.] If I talk to him, with his innocent Prate, talk,
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead ; [prate chatter,child-like
Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch.* Despatch, make Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day; 30 haste to do the In sooth,* I would you were a little sick : work quickly. In sooth, in truth. That I might sit all night and watch with you: I warrant, I de I warrant * I love you more than
you clare, I am sure. Hub. [Aside.] His words do take possession of my
bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. 35 Rheum, here
[Aside.] How now, foolish rheum 1* tears; Turning dispiteous* torture out of door ! Greek, rheuma, from rheo, mean I must be brief, lest resolution drop ing to flow.
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.-
, cruel Can you not read it? is it not fair writ ? *.
40 Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Fair writ, legibly Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? or distinctly writ
Hub. Young boy, I must.
And will you ?
And I will. 45
I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Wrought, (The best I had, a princess wrought* it me,) worked,
And I did never ask it you again.
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Lack, to want, to Saying—“What lack * you ?” and, “Where lies your require, to
grief ?” What good love, Or, “What good love * may I perform for you ?”
I what good action. Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
55 And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ;
But you at your sick service had a prince. Crafty, cunning, Nay, you may think my love was crafty* love, artful, deceitful.
And call it, cunning; do, an if you will :
So much as frown upon you?
I have sworn to do it;
65 Drink my tears, Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it ; my tears would
The iron of itself, though heat * red-hot,
thus Approaching * near these eyes, would drink my tears, * make it unable And quench his fiery indignation, to harm my eyes. Indignation, Even in the matter of my innocence :
70 Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
cool the heated iron and
would have be
stood to come before these words.
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
An if an angel should have come to me,
* but No tongue, the Hubert's.
expression," I Hub. Come forth!
[Stamps. lieved,” is under-
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
brutal, violent, For Heaven's sake, Hubert let me not be bound ! noisy. 85 Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb,
Wince, to shrink
or start back. Thrust* but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
anger, angrily. 90 Whatever torment you do put me to.
Thrust, send, put
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :-
Come, boy, prepare yourself.
None, but to lose your eyes,
Precious sense, the
sense of sight, the Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous * there, eye.
Your vile intent* must needs seem horrible. 105 Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your tongue. violent, hurtful
Intent, . Arth. Hubert, the utterance * of a brace* of tongues Utterance, speakMust needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
A brace, a couple, Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Hubert !
a pair. Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, 110 So* I may keep mine eyes. O,
spare Though to no use, but still to look on you ! Lo, by my troth,* the instrument is cold,
mine eyes ;
Troth, truth, And would not harm me.
to be used either
I can heat it, boy.
Arth. An if you do, you will but make it blush,
125 Tarre him on, Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. encourage him to
All things that you should use to do me wrong, fight, to excite, to provoke. Deny their office ; only you do lack
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Mercy-lacking, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking* uses.
130 merciless, piti
Hub. Well, see to live ; I will not touch thine
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert ! all this while 135
Adieu ! ter, as by a change Your uncle must not know but you are dead : of dress, manner, I'll fill these dogged* spies with false reports. Dogged,
surly, And, pretty child, sleep doubtless,* and secure, 140 sullen; following That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, from place to Will not offend thee. place like a dog. Doubtless, trust. Arth. O heaven !-I thank you,
[Exeunt. 145 Undergo, incur,
tered in appearance or charac
Pipe, to sing.
For every day.
One grand, sweet song.
Vast for ever, eternity.
MARK ANTONY'S * ORATION.-Shakspeare.
most man in all the
the custom in Rome
FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen ! lend me your
ears ; I come to bury Cæsar,* not to praise him. Caesar was the leader
of the popular party The evil that men do lives after them;
among the Romans. The good is oft interred with their bones : He became the fore5 So let it be with Cæsar !-Noble Brutus
world, and the greatHath told you Cæsar was ambitious
est general of his If it was so, it was a grievous fault;
time. And grievously hath Cæsar answered it!
Brutus, the nephew
of Cato, was a young Here, under leave * of Brutus and the rest
whom Cæsar For Brutus is an honourable * man !
had treated almost
like & son, So are they all! all honourable men
Under leave, by perCome I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
The rest, the other He was my friend-faithful and just to me
Roman senators, But Brutus says he was ambitious
some of whom had
helped murder 15 And Brutus is an honourable man!
To speak, &c. It was When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath for the nearest friend wept:
of any great man to
attend his funeral and 20 Ambition should be made of sterner stuff !
deliver a speech in his Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
praise. And Brutus an honourable man !
Ransom, the money
paid to liberate a You all did see that on the Lupercal *
captive. I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Coffer, a chest to hold
money. 25 Which he did thrice refuse : was this am- Lupercal, the place bition ?
Romulus and Remus, Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ;
the founders of the And sure he is an honourable man !
city, were said to have I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke;
been suckled by a she
wolf, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Kingly crown. 30 You all did love him once; not without cause: Romans had a great What cause withholds you,* then, to mourn dislike of kings, and
one of the principal for him ?
charges brought O judgment ! thou hast fled to brutish beasts, against Cæsar was
that he wished to beAnd men have lost their reason !-Bear with come king in name me ;
as well as in power.
Withholds you, forMy heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar; bids or prevents you. 35 And I must pause till it come back to me!
* Mark Antony was connected with the family of Cæsar through his mother. After being defeated by Augustus at Actium, B.O. 31, he stabbed himself. This famous speech is taken from Shakspeare's “ Julius Cæsar," Act III., Scene II.