The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Arth._ O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised.[455]
_Hub._ 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, 130
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
_Arth._ O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
_Hub._ Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II. KING JOHN'S _palace_.
_Enter_ KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, _and other_ Lords.[456]
_K. John._ Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,[457]
And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
_Pem._ This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased,
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off, 5
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Fresh expectation troubled not the land
With any long'd-for change or better state.
_Sal._ Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
To guard a title that was rich before, 10
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 15
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
_Pem._ But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
And in the last repeating troublesome,
Being urged at a time unseasonable. 20
_Sal._ In this the antique and well noted face
Of plain old form is much disfigured;
And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about,
Startles and frights consideration, 25
Makes sound opinion sick and truth suspected,[458]
For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
_Pem._ When workmen strive to do better than well,[459]
They do confound their skill in covetousness;[460]
And oftentimes excusing of a fault 30
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches set upon a little breach
Discredit more in hiding of the fault[461]
Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.[461]
_Sal._ To this effect, before you were new crown'd, 35
We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness
To overbear it, and we are all well pleased,[462]
Since all and every part of what we would
Doth make a stand at what your highness will.[463]
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