What may be wrought out of their discontent : If you say, ay, the King will not say, no. 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 me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. 1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruple! Fear not you: look to't [Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR. Arth, Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince. Arth. As little Prince (having so great a title To be more Prince,) as may be. You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, no body should be sad but I: 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, Hu bcrt. 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; bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.} How now, foolish rheum! Turning dispiteous torture out of door! [Aside, I must be brief; lest resolution drop 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, And with my hand at midnight held your head; grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you? Why, then you must. you These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, Hub. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. 1 do it! would The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And quench his firy indignation, Even in the matter of mine innocence: iron? An if an angel should have come to me, Hub. Come forth. [Stamps. Re-enter Attendants, with cords, 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'rousrough? 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. Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. tongue. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd extremes: See else yourself; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, 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, Hu bert: 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. |