O,answer not,but to my closet bring The angry lords with all expedient haste.
I conjure thee but slowly;run more fast.
Exeunt
SCENE III.England.Before the castle
Enter ARTHUR,on the walls
ARTHUR The wall is high,and yet will I leap down:
Good ground,be pitiful and hurt me not!
There's few or none do know me:if they did,This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me quite.
I am afraid;and yet I'll venture it.
If I get down,and do not break my limbs,I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:
As good to die and go,as die and stay.
Leaps down O me!my uncle's spirit is in these stones:
Heaven take my soul,and England keep my bones!
Dies Enter PEMBROKE,SALISBURY,and BIGOT SALISBURY Lords,I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury:
It is our safety,and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perilous time.PEMBROKE Who brought that letter from the cardinal?SALISBURY The Count Melun,a noble lord of France,Whose private with me of the Dauphin's love Is much more general than these lines import.BIGOT To-morrow morning let us meet him then.SALISBURY Or rather then set forward;for 'twill be Two long days'journey,lords,or ere we meet.
Enter the BASTARD BASTARD Once more to-day well met,distemper'd lords!
The king by me requests your presence straight.SALISBURY The king hath dispossess'd himself of us:
We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours,nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.
Return and tell him so:we know the worst.BASTARD Whate'er you think,good words,I think,were best.SALISBURY Our griefs,and not our manners,reason now.BASTARD But there is little reason in your grief;Therefore 'twere reason you had manners now.PEMBROKE Sir,sir,impatience hath his privilege.BASTARD 'Tis true,to hurt his master,no man else.SALISBURY This is the prison.What is he lies here?