Page 207 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, [65]
Counts it your weal he have his liberty.

Enter Hubert.

KING JOHN
Let it be so: I do commit his youth
To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?

[Taking him apart.]

PEMBROKE
This is the man should do the bloody deed:
He show’d his warrant to a friend of mine. [70]
The image of a wicked heinous fault
Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his

Do show the mood of a much troubled breast;
And I do fearfully believe ’tis done,
What we so fear’d he had a charge to do. [75]

SALISBURY
The colour of the king doth come and go

Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds ’twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

PEMBROKE
And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence [80]
The foul corruption of a sweet child’s death.

KING JOHN
We cannot hold mortality’s strong hand:
Good lords, although my will to give is living,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
He tells us Arthur is deceas’d to-night. [85]

SALISBURY

Indeed we fear’d his sickness was past cure.