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Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him,
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change;
And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John,
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot;
And, o, what better matter breeds for you,
Than I have nam'd!- The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity: If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side;
Or, as a little spow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Danphin,
Go with me to the king: "Tis wonderful,
What may be wrought out of their discontent:
Now that their souls are topfull of offence,
For England go; I will wliet on the king.
Lew. Stroug reasons make strong actions : Let us

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.

Enter Arthur.

Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.

Good morrow, little prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so greal a title
To be more prince) as may be. You are sad.

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Mercy on me!
Methinks, nobody should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
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-

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 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.
Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?

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.
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 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;
Though to no use, but still to look on you!
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
And would not harm me.

I can heat it, boy.
Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with

Being create for comfort, to be us'd
In undeserv'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 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

You were disguised.

Peace: no more. Adieu;
Your uncle must 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.

O heaven!-I thank you, Hubert.

* In cruelty I have not deserved.
Set him on,

* Owns.

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