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I should be as merry as the day is long ;
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: In sooth, I would you were a little sick; That I might sit all night, and watch with you : I warrant, I love you more than you do.me.
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.
And will you?
..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 :
I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out.
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And quench his 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? An if an angel should have come to me, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have beliey'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth.
Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, fc. Do as I bid you do. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are
out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him bere.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : 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." 1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed.
Come, boy, prepare yourself.
None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven !—that there were but a mote in
yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense !
Then, feeling what small things are bọist'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 Must 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; 0, spare mine eyes;.. 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.
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 compell’d 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, extends, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes For all the treasure that thine uncle owes :
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
Peace: no more. Adieu ;
Arth. . O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence; no more : Go closely in with me; Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter King John, crowned ; PEMBROKE S9, Salis-
crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Pem. This once again, but that your highness
pleas'd, Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before,. And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off ; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land, With any long’d-for change, or better state.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,