barbarous ignorance and deny his youth
The rich advantage of good exercise?
That the time's enemies
may not have this
To grace occasions, let it be our suit
That you have bid us ask his liberty;
Which for our
goods we do no further ask
Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
Counts it your weal he have
Let it be so: I do commit his youth
To your direction. Hubert, what news with you?
Taking him apart
This is the man should do the bloody deed;
He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine:
The image of a
wicked heinous fault
Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
Does show the mood of a much troubled
And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,
What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
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.
And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
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 deceased to-night.
Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.
Indeed we heard how near his death he was
Before the child himself felt he was sick:
This must be answer'd
either here or hence.
Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment
on the pulse of life?
It is apparent foul play; and 'tis shame
That greatness should so grossly offer it:
So thrive it in your game!
and so, farewell.
Stay yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee,
And find the inheritance of this poor child,
His little kingdom of a
That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle,
Three foot of it doth hold: bad world the
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