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Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts
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*: when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth: Aud biud the boy, wbich you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful : hence, and watch.
1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the
deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Good morrow, little prince.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Mercy on me!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Hub. His words do take possession of my bo
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.
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young bny, I must. Arth.
And will you? Hub.
And I will, Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did
but ake, I kpit 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 pe'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you at your sick service had a priuce. 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 bis 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 believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth.
($tampsi Rcenter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c.
Do as I bid you do.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. 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 ine, 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,
[Ereunt Attendants. Arih. 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.
ome, 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 iu that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seein 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;
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 cyes; And, like a dog that is compell’d to fight, Snatch at his master that doth tarret him on. All things, that you should use to do nie 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 owest: 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
Peace: no more. Adieu;
O heaven!-I thank you, Hubert.
* In cruelty I have not deserved.