Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought Prince Henry in their company;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty.

A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.

The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless; and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this.

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible.

Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
To find you out.

Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night
Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me,
That any accent breaking from thy tongue
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.

Thou hast a perfect thought:
I will upon all hazards well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?

What's that to thee? why may not I demand
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?

Of the part of England.

Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.

Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me.
I left him well.

Upon my soul--

Do but hear me, sir.

'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep
My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.

Lord Bigot, I am none.

Do not prove me so;
Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.

Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
My innocent life against an emperor.

Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say;
By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours:
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget
Your worth, your greatness and nobility.

I am no villain.

Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.

Arm you against your other enemies,
I'll make a peace between your soul and you.
Young Arthur is alive: this hand of mine
Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
Within this bosom never enter'd yet
The dreadful motion ...

My lord--

Here is your hand and seal for what I did.

No had, my lord! why, did you not provoke me?

Old men and beldams in the streets
Do prophesy upon it dangerously:
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths:
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads
And whisper one another in the ear;
And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist,
Whilst he ...

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.

Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee.

Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.

But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

I can heat it, boy.

Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.

None, but to lose your eyes.

Come, boy, prepare yourself.

Go, stand within; let me alone with him.

Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.

Come forth.
Stamps
Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c
Do as I bid you do.

I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

And I will.

Young boy, I must.

Aside His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur.
Showing a paper
Aside
How now, foolish rheum!
Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? Is it not ...

Aside If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

Indeed, I have been merrier.

Good morrow, little prince.

Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
Exeunt Executioners
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.

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.

He shall not live.

My lord?

And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.