Volume Viii Part 50 (1/2)

[_The_ KING _and_ MOWBRAY _whisper_.

HUB. The king is angry: Lady Bruce, advise you.

LADY B. What! be advis'd by thee To have my loving, kind, and pretty boy Given to an unkind killer of sweet boys?

CHES. Madam, go to; take counsel of your friends.

I warrant you the king will use him well.

LADY B. Ay, as he us'd his nephew Arthur, Chester.

G.o.d bless my child from being used so!

MOW. Sir Hubert, what, are all the people voided, The horses and the cattle turned forth?

HUB. Mowbray, they be.

MOW. Then will I do the king's commandment.

LADY B. What will he do? good Lord! what will he do?

Mowbray, I pray you, what is't you will do?

MOW. Why, fire the castle.

LADY B. The castle, Mowbray? tarry, tarry, man!

Hold me not, Chester! gentle Mowbray, stay!

Good Hubert, let me go!

MOW. You must not go: The king is mov'd, and will not hear you speak.

LADY B. But he shall hear me! pity me, King John!

Call Mowbray back: hear me, for pity's sake!

Regard the Lady Bruce's woful cry!

KING. What dost thou ask?

LADY B. First call back Mowbray.

KING. Stay, Mowbray. Now, be brief.

LADY B. I have some linen garments, jewels, 'tires, Pack'd in a hamper here within the lodge: O, let me save it from consuming fire!

KING. And is this all?

LADY B. It's all the little all I here have left.

KING. Away! set fire! linen and tras.h.!.+

LADY B. Once more hear me! there's a precious gem, You have not any richer in all the realm: If fire do blemish it, art never more To his true colour can the same restore.

KING. Fetch it.