Actus Quartus,
Scaena prima.
I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.
Good morrow Hubert.
Good morrow; little Prince.
Indeed I haue beene merrier.
Yong Boy, I must.
And will you?
And I will.
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I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.
Good morrow Hubert.
Good morrow; little Prince.
Indeed I haue beene merrier.
Yong Boy, I must.
And will you?
And I will.
Come forth: Do as I bid you do.
Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere.
Go stand within: let me alone with him.
I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede.
Come (Boy) prepare your selfe.
Is there no remedie?
None, but to lose your eyes.
Is this your promise? Go too, hold your toong
I can heate it, Boy.
But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.
O heauen! I thanke you Hubert.
Indeed we fear'd his sicknesse was past cure.
Vnder the Dolphin.
Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so.
I will seeke them out.
The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.
With all my heart, my Liege.
My mother dead?
Fiue Moones?
No had (my Lord?) why, did you not prouoke me?
Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did.
My Lord.
Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall?
To morrow morning let vs meete him then.
What ere you thinke, good words I thinke were best.
Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.
Sir, sir, impatience hath his priuiledge.
'Tis t••ue, to hurt his master, no mans else.
This is the prison: What is he lyes heere?
Our soules religiously confirme thy words.
I am no villaine.
Must I rob the Law?
Your sword is bright sir, put it vp againe.
Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin.
Out dunghill: dar'st thou braue a Nobleman?
Cut him to peeces.
Keepe the peace, I say.
Stand by, or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge.
Lord Bigot, I am none.
Who kill'd this Prince?
Away, toward Burie, to the Dolphin there.
Do but heare me sir.
Vpon my soule.