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I should be as 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?
No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven,
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

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; 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.
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 ?
These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you ?
Hub.

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.

[Stamps.

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.

[Exeunt Attendants.
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 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.
Arth. No, in good sooth 38 ; the fire is dead with

grief,
Being create for comfort, to be us'd
In undesery'd extremes : See else yourself;
There is no malice in this burning coal.;
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
And strew'd repentant ashes on his 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 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,
With this same 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 mụst not know but you are dead :
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports.
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

Arth. . O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.

Hub. Silence; no more : Go closely in with me; Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Same.

A Room of State in the Palace.

Enter King John, crowned ; PEMBROKE S9, Salis-
BURY, and other Lords. The King takes his State.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again

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,

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