The color of the King doth come and go

Salisbury
The color of the King doth come and go
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds ‘twixt two dreadful battles set.
His passion is so ripe it needs must break.
Pembroke
And when it breaks, I fear will issue thence
The foul corruption of a sweet child's death.
King John, coming forward with Hubert
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.—
Good lords, although my will to give is living,
The suit which you demand is gone and dead.
He tells us Arthur is deceased tonight.