Methinks I fee this hurly all on foot; Lewis. Strong reafon makes ftrong actions: let us go; If you fay Ay, the King will not fay No. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Hub. Changes to England. A prifon. Enter Hubert and Executioners. Eat me thefe irons hot, and look thou ftand Within the arras; when I ftrike my foot Upon the bofom of the ground, rush forth; And bind the boy which you fhall find with me, Faft to the chair: be heedful; hence, and watch. Exe. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly fcruples! fear not you; look to 't.→→ Young lad, come forth; I have to fay with you. Enter Arthur. Arth. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince. Arth. As little prince (having fo great a title To-be more prince) as may be. You are fad. Hub. Indeed I have been merrier. Methinks no body should be fad but I; Young gentlemen would be as fad as night, Only for wantonnefs. By my christendom. Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's fon? I were your fon, fo you would love me, Hubert. [Afide. Arth. Are you fick, Hubert! you look pale to-day; In footh I wou'd you were a little fick, That I might fit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me. Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bofom. Read here, young Arthur How now, foolish rheum, [Sherwing a paper. [Afide. Turning dif-piteous nature out of door! I must be brief, left refolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect. Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but I knit my handkerchief about your brows; The beft I had, a princefs wrought it me, And I did never afk it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; Still and anon chear'd up the heavy time, [ake, Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? If Heav'n be pleas'd that you must ufe me ill, -Will you put out mine eyes? Thefe eyes that never did, nor never fhall Hub. I've fworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. * [Stamps, and the men enter. Arth. O fave me, Hubert, fave me! my eyes are otit, Ev'n 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 fo boift'rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For Heav'n's fake, Hubert, let me not be bound. I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak a word, Thruft but thefe men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, ftand within; let me alone with him. [Exeunt. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. Is there no remedy Hub. None, but to lofe your eyes. burn them out. Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would dit. The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near thefe eyes, would drink my tears, And quench its fiery indignation, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, confume away in rust, But for containing fire to harm mine eye. Are you more ftubborn-hard than hainmer'd iron? tie. abate or disparage. Arth. O Heav'n! that there were but a moth in your's, A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious fenfe: Then, feeling what fmall things are boift'rous there, Hub. Is this your promife? go to, hold your tongue. [bert: Arth. Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, HuOr, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes. O fpare mine eyes! Though to no use, but still to look on you. Lo, by my troth, the inftrument is cold, And would not harm me. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeferv'd extremes: fee else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of Heav'n hath blown its fpirit out, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. † Arth. All things that you should use to do me wrong, Deny their office; only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye, For all the treasure that thine uncle owns: Yet am I fworn; and I did purpose, boy, With this fame very iron to burn them out. Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised. Hub. Peace: no more. hold your tongue. Adieu ! Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Muft needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Let me not hold, &c. Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Your uncle muft not know but you are dead. Arth. O Heav'n! I thank you, Hubert. SCE NE II. Changes to the court of England. [Exeunt. Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords. K. John. Here once again we fit, once again crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. Pemb. This once again, but that your Highness Was once fuperfluous. You were crown'd before, Sal. Therefore to be poffefs'd with double pomp, To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish.” Is wafteful and ridiculous excefs. Pemb. But that your Royal pleafure must be done, This act is as an ancient tale new told, And in the last repeating troublesome; Being urged at a time unfeafonable. Sal. "In this the antique and well-noted face "Of plain old form is much disfigured; "And, like a fhifted wind unto a fail, "It makes the courfe of thoughts to fetch about; Startles and frights confideration; "Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected, 66 "For putting on fo new a fashion'd robe," |