Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 517 words
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How green you are and fresh in this old world? Iohn lays you plots: the times conspire with you, For he that steeps his safety in true blood, Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. This Act so evilly borne shall cool the hearts Of all his people, and frieze up their zeal, That none so small advantage shall step forth To check his reign, but they will cherish it. No natural exhalation in the sky, No scope of Nature, no distempered day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause, And call them Meteors, prodigies, and signs, Abbortives, presages, and tongues of heaven, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon Iohn. May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment. O Sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies: and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change, And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn. Me thinks I see this hurley all on foot; And O, what better matter breeds for you, Than I have named. The Bastard Falconbridge Is now in England ransacking the Church, Offending Charity: If but a dozen French Were there in Arms, they would be as a Call To train ten thousand English to their side; Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a Mountain. O noble Dolphin, Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderful, What may be wrought out of their discontent, Now that their souls are topful of offence, For England go; I will whet on the King. Strong reasons makes strange actions: let us go, If you say I, the King will not say no. Heat me these Irons hot, and look thou stand Within the Arras: when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth And bind the boy, which you shall find with me Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Uncleanly scruples fear not you: look too't. Young Lad come forth; I have to say with you. Good morrow Hubert. Good morrow; little Prince. As little Prince, having so great a Title To be more Prince, as may be: you are sad. Indeed I have been merrier. Mercy on me: methinks no body should be sad but I: Yet I remember, when I was in France, Young Gentlemen would be as sad as night Only for wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of prison, and kept Sheep I should be as merry as the day is long: And so I would be here, but that I doubt My Uncle practices more harm to me: He is afraid of me, and I of him: Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes' son? No in deed is't not: and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert:
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How green you are and freſh in this old world? Iohn layes you plots: the times conſpire with you, For he that ſteepes his ſafetie in true blood, Shall finde but bloodie ſafety, and vntrue. This Act ſo euilly borne ſhall coole the hearts Of all his people, and freeze vp their zeale, That none ſo ſmall aduantage ſhall ſtep forth To checke his reigne, but they will cheriſh it. No naturall exhalation in the skie, No ſcope of Nature, no diſtemper'd day, No common winde, no cuſtomed euent, But they will plucke away his naturall cauſe, And call them Meteors, prodigies, and ſignes, Abbortiues, preſages, and tongues of heauen, Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon Iohn. May be he will not touch yong Arthurs life, But hold himſelfe ſafe in his priſonment. O Sir, when he ſhall heare of your approach, If that yong Arthur be not gone alreadie, Euen at that newes he dies: and then the hearts Of all his people ſhall reuolt from him, And kiſſe the lippes of vnacquainted change, And picke ſtrong matter of reuolt, and wrath Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn. Me thinkes I ſee this hurley all on foot; And O, what better matter breeds for you, Then I haue nam'd. The Baſtard Falconbridge Is now in England ranſacking the Church, Offending Charity: If but a dozen French Were there in Armes, they would be as a Call To traine ten thouſand Engliſh to their ſide; Or, as a little ſnow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a Mountaine. O noble Dolphine, Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderfull, What may be wrought out of their diſcontent, Now that their ſoules are topfull of offence, For England go; I will whet on the King. Strong reaſons makes ſtrange actions: let vs go, If you ſay I, the King will not ſay no. Heate me theſe Irons hot, and looke thou ſtand Within the Arras: when I ſtrike my foot Vpon the boſome of the ground, ruſh forth And binde the boy, which you ſhall finde with me Faſt to the chaire: be heedfull: hence, and watch. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed. Vncleanly ſcruples feare not you: looke too't. Yong Lad come forth; I haue to ſay with you. Good morrow Hubert. Good morrow; little Prince. As little Prince, hauing ſo great a Title To be more Prince, as may be: you are ſad. Indeed I haue beene merrier. Mercie on me: Me thinkes no body ſhould be ſad but I: Yet I remember, when I was in France, Yong Gentlemen would be as ſad as night Onely for wantonneſſe: by my Chriſtendome, So I were out of priſon, and kept Sheepe I ſhould be as merry as the day is long: And ſo I would be heere, but that I doubt My Vnckle practiſes more harme to me: He is affraid of me, and I of him: Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes ſonne? No in deede is't not: and I would to heauen I were your ſonne, ſo you would loue me, Hubert: