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 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:
The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye;that close aspect of his Does 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.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 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 deceased to-night.SALISBURY Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure.PEMBROKE Indeed we heard how near his death he was Before the child himself felt he was sick: