_Sal._ If that it be the work of any hand![529] 60 We had a kind of light what would ensue: It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; The practice and the purpose of the king: From whose obedience I forbid my soul, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, 65 And breathing to his breathless excellence[530] The incense of a vow, a holy vow, Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Never to be infected with delight, Nor conversant with ease and idleness, 70 Till I have set a glory to this hand,[531] By giving it the worship of revenge. _Pem._ } Our souls religiously confirm thy words. _Big._ } _Enter_ HUBERT. _Hub._ Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:[532] Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. 75 _Sal._ O, he is bold and blushes not at death. Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! _Hub._ I am no villain. _Sal._ Must I rob the law? [_Drawing his sword._[533] _Bast._ Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. _Sal._ Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin. 80 _Hub._ 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[534] 85 Your worth, your greatness and nobility. _Big._ Out, dunghill! darest thou brave a nobleman? _Hub._ Not for my life: but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor. _Sal._ Thou art a murderer. _Hub._ Do not prove me so;[535] 90 Yet I am none: whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. _Pem._ Cut him to pieces. _Bast._ Keep the peace, I say. _Sal._ Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. _Bast._ Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: 95 If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime;[536] Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell. 100 _Big._ What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?[537] Second a villain and a murderer? _Hub._ Lord Bigot, I am none. _Big._ Who kill'd this prince? _Hub._ 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep 105 My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.