2015Big. To morrow morning let vs meete him then.

2016Sal. Or rather then set forward, for 'twill be

2017Two long dayes iourney (Lords) or ere we meete.

2019Bast. Once more to day well met, distemper'd Lords,

2020The King by me requests your presence straight.

2021Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs,

2022We will not lyne his thin-bestained cloake

2023With our pure Honors: nor attend the foote

2024That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes.

2025Returne, and tell him so: we know the worst.

2026Bast. What ere you thinke, good words I thinke

2027 were best.

2028Sal. Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.

2029Bast. But there is little reason in your greefe.

2030Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.

2031Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his priuiledge.

2032Bast. 'Tis true, to hurt his master, no mans else.

2033Sal. This is the prison: What is he lyes heere?

2034P. Oh death, made proud with pure & princely beuty,

2035The earth had not a hole to hide this deede.

2036Sal. Murther, as hating what himselfe hath done,

2037Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge.

2038Big. Or when he doom'd this Beautie to a graue,

2039Found it too precious Princely, for a graue.

2040Sal. Sir Richard, what thinke you? you haue beheld,

2041Or haue you read, or heard, or could you thinke?

2042Or do you almost thinke, although you see,

2043That you do see? Could thought, without this obiect

2044Forme such another? This is the very top,

2045The heighth, the Crest: or Crest vnto the Crest

2046Of murthers Armes: This is the bloodiest shame,

2047The wildest Sauagery, the vildest stroke

2048That euer wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage

2049Presented to the teares of soft remorse.

2050Pem. All murthers past, do stand excus'd in this:

2051And this so sole, and so vnmatcheable,

2052Shall giue a holinesse, a puritie,

2053To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times;

2054And proue a deadly blood-shed, but a iest,

2055Exampled by this heynous spectacle.

2056Bast. It is a damned, and a bloody worke,

2057The gracelesse action of a heauy hand,

2058If that it be the worke of any hand.

2059Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand?

2060We had a kinde of light, what would ensue:

2061It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand,

2062The practice, and the purpose of the king:

2063From whose obedience I forbid my soule,

2064Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life,

2065And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence

2066The Incense of a Vow, a holy Vow:

2067Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world,

2068Neuer to be infected with delight,

2069Nor conuersant with Ease, and Idlenesse,

2070Till I haue set a glory to this hand,

2071By giuing it the worship of Reuenge.

2072Pem. Big. Our soules religiously confirme thy words.

2074Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste, in seeking you,

2075Arthur doth liue, the king hath sent for you.

2076Sal. Oh he is bold, and blushes not at death,

2077Auant thou hatefull villain, get thee gone.

2078Hu. I am no villaine. Sal. Must I rob (the law?

2079Bast. Your sword is bright sir, put it vp againe.

2080Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin.

2081Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury, stand backe I say:

2082By heauen, I thinke my sword's as sharpe as yours.

2083I would not haue you (Lord) forget your selfe,

2084Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;

2085Least I, by marking of your rage, forget

2086your Worth, your Greatnesse, and Nobility.

2087Big. Out dunghill: dar'st thou braue a Nobleman?

2088Hub. Not for my life: But yet I dare defend

2089My innocent life against an Emperor.

2090Sal. Thou art a Murtherer.

2091Hub. Do not proue me so:

2092Yet I am none. Whose tongue so ere speakes false,

2093Not truely speakes: who speakes not truly, Lies.

2094Pem. Cut him to peeces.

2095Bast. Keepe the peace, I say.

2096Sal. Stand by, or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge.

2097Bast. Thou wer't better gaul the diuell Salsbury.

2098If thou but frowne on me, or stirre thy foote,

2099Or teach thy hastie spleene to do me shame,

2100Ile strike thee dead. Put vp thy sword betime,

2101Or Ile so maule you, and your tosting-Iron,

2102That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell.

2103Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?

2104Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer?

2105Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.

2106Big. Who kill'd this Prince?

2107Hub. 'Tis not an houre since I left him well:

2108I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe

2109My date of life out, for his sweete liues losse.

2110Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,

2111For villanie is not without such rheume,

2112And he, long traded in it, makes it seeme

2113Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie.

2114Away with me, all you whose soules abhorre

2115Th' vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter-house,

2116For I am stifled with this smell of sinne.

2117Big. Away, toward Burie, to the Dolphin there.

2118P. There tel the king, he may inquire vs out. Ex. Lords.

2119Ba. Here's a good world: knew you of this faire work?

2120Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie,

2121(If thou didst this deed of death) art y^u damn'd Hubert.

2122Hub Do but heare me sir.

2123Bast. Ha? Ile tell thee what.

2124Thou'rt damn'd as blacke, nay nothing is so blacke,

2125Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer:

2126There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell

2127As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this childe.

2128Hub. Vpon my soule.

2129Bast. If thou didst but consent

2130To this most cruell Act: do but dispaire,

2131And if thou want'st a Cord, the smallest thred

2132That euer Spider twisted from her wombe

2133Will serue to strangle thee: A rush will be a beame

2134To hang thee on. Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe,

2135Put but a little water in a spoone,

2136And it shall be as all the Ocean,

2137Enough to stifle such a villaine vp.

2138I do suspect thee very greeuously.

2139Hub. If I in act, consent, or sinne of thought,

2140Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath

2141Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,

2142Let hell want paines enough to torture me:

2143I left him well.

2144Bast. Go, beare him in thine armes:

2145I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loose my way

2146Among the thornes, and dangers of this world.

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