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When there is such disorder in my wit.
[Exit. Lex. There's nothing in this world, can make me
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won : Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner?
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. Now hear me speak, with a prophetick spirit; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Lew. 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 ap
If that young Arthur be not gone already,
go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room in the Castle.
Enter HUBERT and Two Attendants. Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look thou
stand Within the arras : 5 when I strike my foot
Upon the bošom of the ground, rush forth :
deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you : look to't.
[Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub.
Good morrow, little prince.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Mercy on me!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. [Aside, Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick;
you Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How now, foolish rheum!
[Aside, Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Must you
with hot 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 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 cheer'd up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies 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 sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it, cunning; Do, an if you will : If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine eyes?