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Aboritives, and presages, tongues of heav'n
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon Jobu.
Lewis. May be, he will not touch young
Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pand. O Sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Ev'n at this news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; And pick strong matter of tevolt and wrath, Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot; And O, what better matter breeds for you Than I have nam'd!. -The bastard Faulconbridge Is now in England, ransacking the church, Offending charity. If but twelve French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side ; Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Dauphin ; Go with me to the King: 'tis wonderful What may be wrought out of their discontent. Now that their souls are top-full of offence, For England go;, I will whet on the King.
Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions : let us go ; If you say ay, the King will not say no. (Exeunt.
SCENE changes to England.
Enter Hubert and Executioners.
H U B E R T.
TEAT me these irons hot, and, look, thou stand
Within the arras ; when I strike
foot Upon the bosom of the ground, ruth forth ; And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful ; hence, and watch.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! fear not you; look co't. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Good morrow, little prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
To be more prince) as may be. You are fad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier,
Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body should be sad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So were I out of prison, and kept theep,
I should be merry as the day is long.
And so I would be here, but that, I doubt,
My uncle practises more harm to me.
He is afraid of me, and I of him.
Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son?
Indeed, it is not; and I would to hear'n,
I were your son, fo you would love me, Hubert,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lyes dead; Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Afide.
Arth. Are you sick, 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 posseflion of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur
[Showing a paper. How now, fooliin rheum,
Turning dif- piteous'torture out of door!
I must be brief, left resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanith tears.
Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?'
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
with irons burn out both' mine eyes?
Hub. Young boy, I must,
Arth. And will you?
Hub. And I will.
Arth. Have you the heart ? when your head did but ake,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows;
(The belt I had, a princess wrought it me)
And I did never ask it you again ;
And with my hand at midnight held your head ;
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon chear'd up the heavy time,
Saying, what lack you ? and where lyes your grief?
Or what good love may I perform for you?
Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ;
But you at your fick service had a 'prince.
Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love,
And call it cunning. Do, an if you will :
If heav'n be pleas'd that you must use me ill,
Why then, you muft-Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you.
Hub. I've sworn to do it; And with hot irons muft I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it.
The iron of itself, tho' heat red-hot,'
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears,
And quench its fiery indignation,
Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard, than hammer'd iron ?
Oh! if an Angel should have come to me,
And told me, Hubert should 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 save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out; Ev'n with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Huib. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boilt'rous rough ?:
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heav'n's fake, Hubert, let me not be bound.
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will fit as quiet as a lamb.
I will not ftir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angrily :
Thrust but these men away; and I'll forgive you,
Whatever torment you do put me to.
Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. [Exeunti
Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend ;
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart ;
Let him come back, that his compassion 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 dust, a gnat, a wandring hair,
Any annoyance in that precious sense :
Then, feeling what small things are boift'rous there,
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
Hub. Is this your promise? go to hold your tongue. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Muft needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:
Let me not hold my tongue: let me not, Hubert ;
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
So I may keep mine eyes. O fpare mine eyes 1
Though to no use, but still to look on you.
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
And would not harm me.
Hub. I can heat it, boy.
Artb. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd extreams; see else your self, There is no malice in this burning coal ; The breath of heav'n hath blown its spirit out, And Atrew'd repentant alhes on its head.
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert;
Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes :
And like a dog, that is compelld to fight,
Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
All things, that you should use to do me wrong,
Deny their office; only you do lack
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
Hub. Well, fee to live ; I will not touch thine eye,
For all the treasure that thine uncle owns :
Yet am I sworn; and I did purpose, boy,
With this fame very iron to burn them out.
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised.
Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
Yoar uncle must not know but you are dead.
I'll fill these dogged [pies with falfe reports :
And, pretty child, fleep doubtless, and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
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.