Aboritives, and prefages, tongues of heav'n
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

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,
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 kifs the lips of unacquainted change;
And pick ftrong matter of revolt and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks, I fee this hurly all on foot;
And O, what better matter breeds for you
Than I have nam'd! The baftard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ranfacking 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 fide;
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 fouls 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 fay ay, the King will not say no.

[Exeunt.

ACT

A C T IV.

SCENE changes to England.
A Prifon.

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;
And bind the boy, which you fhall find with me,
Faft to the chair: be heedful; hence, and watch.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hub. Uncleanly fcruples! fear not you; look to't.-
Young lad, come forth; I have to fay with you.
Enter Arthur.

Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Good morrow, little prince.

Arth. As little prince (having fo 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 fhould be fad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonnefs. By my christendom,
So were I out of prison, and kept sheep,
I fhould 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 fon?
Indeed, it is not; and I would to heav'n,
I were your fon, fo you would love me, Hubert.

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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!
I must be brief, left refolution drop

Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.-
Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?

Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect:
Muft you with irons burn out both mine eyes?
Hub. Young boy, I must.

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;
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 fon would have lain ftill,
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
But you at your fick fervice 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 must-

Will you put out mine eyes?

These eyes, that never did, nor never fhall,
So much as frown on you.

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,
Approaching near thefe eyes, would drink my tears,
And quench its fiery indignation,

Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Nay, after that, confume away in rust,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.

Are you more ftubborn-hard, than hammer'd iron ?
Oh! if an Angel fhould have come to me,

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.
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will fit as quiet as a lamb.

I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak 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, ftand within; let me alone with him.
Exec. I am beft pleas'd to be from fuch a deed. [Exeunt.
Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend;

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,
Your vile intent muft needs feem horrible.

Hub. Is this your promife? go to, hold your tongue.-
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues

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Muft

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. Ofpare mine eyes!
Though to no use, but ftill to look on you.
Lo, by my troth, the inftrument is cold,
And would not harm me.

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,
There is no malice in this burning coal;
The breath of heav'n hath blown its spirit out,
And ftrew'd repentant afhes 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 fhame of your proceedings, Hubert ;
Nay, it, perchance, will fparkle in your eyes:
And like a dog, that is compell'd to fight,
Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
All things, that you should ufe 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 fworn; 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,

Your uncle must not know but you are dead.
I'll fill thefe dogged fpies with falfe reports:
And, pretty child, fleep doubtlefs, and fecure,
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:

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