Aboritives, and prefages, tongues of heav'n Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life▷ But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Pand. O Sir, when he fhall hear of your approach, Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Dauphin; Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions: let us go; If you fay ay, the King will not say no. [Exeunt. ACT A C T IV. SCENE changes to England. Enter Hubert and Executioners. HUBERT. EAT me thefe irons hot, and, look, thou ftand H within the arras; when I ftrike my foot Upon the bofom of the ground, rush forth; Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Arth. As little prince (having fo great a title Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, no body fhould be fad but I; R 2 Hub. Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lyes dead; Therefore I will be fudden, and dispatch. [Afide. Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day; In footh, I wou'd, you were a little fick; That I might fit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me. Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur· How now, foolish rheum, [Shewing a paper. Turning dif-piteous torture out of door! Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect: Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. [Afide. Arth. Have you the heart ? when your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows ; (The best I had, a princess wrought it me). And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; Saying, what lack you ? and where lyes your grief? Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes, that never did, nor never fhall, Hub. I've fworn to do it; And with hot irons muft I burn them out. Arth. Ah, nonë, but in this iron age, would do it. The The iron of itself, tho' heat red-hot, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Are you more ftubborn-hard, than hammer'd iron ? And told me, Hubert fhould put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd him: no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth; do, as I bid you. [Stamps, and the men enter. Arth. O fave me, Hubert, fave me! my eyes are out,. Ev'n with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I fay, and bind him here. Arth. Alas, what need you be fo boift'rous rough ?: I will not ftruggle, I will stand stone-still. For heav'n's fake, Hubert, let me not be bound. I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak a word, Thrust but these men away; and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, ftand within; let me alone with him. He hath aftern look, but a gentle heart; Let him come back, that his compaffion may Give life to yours. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yours, A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wandring hair, Any annoyance in that precious fenfe: Then, feeling what fmall things are boift'rous there, Hub. Is this your promife? go to, hold your tongue.- R 3 Muft Muft needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeferv'd extreams; fee elfe your felf, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye, For all the treasure that thine uncle owns : Yet am I fworn; and I did purpose, boy, Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised. Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your uncle must not know but you are dead. Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence, no more; go clofely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt: SCENE |