Page 221 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

BIGOT

Away toward Bury, to the Dolphin there!

PEMBROKE
There tell the king he may inquire us out. [115]
[Exeunt Lords.]

BASTARD
Here’s a good world! Knew you of this fair work?

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn’d, Hubert.

HUBERT
Do but hear me, sir −

BASTARD
Ha! I’ll tell thee what; [120]
Thou’rt damn’d as black-nay, nothing is so black;

Thou art more deep damn’d than Prince Lucifer:
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.

HUBERT
Upon my soul −

BASTARD

If thou didst but consent [125]
To this most cruel act, do but despair;
And if thou want’st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam

To hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyself, [130]
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,

Enough to stifle such a villain up.
I do suspect thee very grievously.