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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, Warwick. shire. 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 sonnets. 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, Hub. Heat me* these irons hot; and, look thou stand *
Arras, tapestry. Within the arras ;* when I strike my foot
curtains or hang. Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, ings represent
And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, ing sometimes 5 Fast to the chair : be heedful: hence, and watch. battles, or the
figures of men, 1 Attend. I hope your warrant * will bear out birds, beasts, &c., the deed. *
used formerly to Hub. Uncleanly scruples !* Fear not look
mansions. First to't.
[Exeunt * ATTENDANTS. manufactured at Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with you.
Arras, a town in .
France. Warrant, written authority.
Bear out the dead, Enter ARTHUR.
free the doer from
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 a
right to be more 15 Methinks, * nobody should be sad but I;
than a prince, Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
viz., to be a king. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Methinks, Only for wantonness. By my Christendom, *
Wantonness, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
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
acknowHe is afraid of me, and I of him :
ledges the ChrisIs it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ?
tian faith. 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
tening. * King John was the younger brother of Geffrey, the third son of Henry II. There. 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 1187, and is supposed to have been murdered at Rouen in 1203; some say by John's own hand
it seems to me.
Rheum, here flow of
Flub. [Aside.] If I talk to him, with his innocent Prate, talk, He will awake my mercy, which lies dead ; [prate chatter,child-like conversation.
Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch.* Despatch, make
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day; 30
[Aside.] How now, foolish rheum 1*
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. Dispiteous, cruel: Can you not read it? is it not fair 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,
grief ?” What good love, Or, "What good love * may I perform for you ?” 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;
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,
my tears would
would have be
stood to come be
or start back.
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
An if an angel should have come to me,
expression “I Hub. Come forth !
[Stamps. lieved,” is under-
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas, what* need you beso boist'rous* rough? What, why.
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
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, Your vile intent* must needs seem horrible.
Boisterous, 105 Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your tongue. Intent, purpose.
violent, hurtful. Arth. Hubert, the utterance * of a brace * of tongues Utterance, speak. Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
A brace, a couple, Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Hubert !
to be used either
I can heat it, boy.
There is no malice in this burning coal ;
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, pitiless.
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 Disguised, al. You were disguised. * tered in appear. Hub.
Peace: no more. Adieu ! ance or character, 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, Hubert. ful, without fear.
Hub. Silence; no more: go closely * in with me ; Closely; secretly, Much danger do I undergo * for thee. [Exeunt. 145 Undergo, incur,
Pipe, to sing.
For every day.
One grand, sweet song.
Vast for ever, eternity.
MARK ANTONY'S ORATION.-Shakspeare.
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 foreSo let it be with Cæsar !-Noble Brutus
most man in all the
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 man whom Cæsar For Brutus is an honourable * man !
had treated almost
like a son, So are they all ! all honourable men
Under leave, by perCome I to speak * in Cæsar's funeral.
mission. He was my friend-faithful and just to me
The rest, the other
Roman senators, But Brutus says he was ambitious ;
some of whom had And Brutus is an honourable man !
helped to murder
To speak, &c. It was
the custom in Rome When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath for the nearest friend
of any great man to wept :
attend his funeral and Ambition should be made of sterner stuff !
deliver a speech in his Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
praise. And Brutus is 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,
Coffor, a chest to hold
money. 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. The You all did love him once; not without cause: Romans had a great
dislike of kings, and What cause withholds you,* then, to mourn
one of the principal for him ?
charges brought O judgment! thou hast fled to brutish beasts, against Cæsar
that he wished to beAnd men have lost their reason !-Bear with come king in name
as well as in power. me;
Withholds you, forMy heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar; bids or prevents you. 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.