Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes that never did nor never shall So much as frown on you? Hubert. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. 61 Arthur. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it! Even in the matter of mine innocence; 65 69 Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron ? Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hubert. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Arthur. Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough? 76 I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, 80 Hubert. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 84 First Executioner. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt Executioners. Arthur. 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 Hubert. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arthur. Is there no remedy? 90 None, but to lose your eyes. Arthur. O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, 95 Hubert. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. Arthur. 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: oh, spare mine eyes, Hubert. I can heat it, boy. 100 Arthur. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief. There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, 105 And strewed repentant ashes on his head. Hubert. But with my breath I can revive it, boy Arthur. 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, Hubert. 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. 115 Arthur. Oh, now you look like Hubert! all this while You were disguised. Hubert. 120 Arthur. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hubert. Silence; no more: go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. 41 IV. THE FALL OF EDWARD THE SECOND BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE The Barons summon the King to dismiss his unworthy favourites, especially Spencer, whom he has made Earl of Gloucester and Lord Chamberlain. On his refusing, they make war upon him. Finding their army too strong for him to fight, he tries to escape to Ireland, taking with him Spencer and an Oxford scholar, named Baldock, whom he also favoured. The wind is against them, and they are forced to land in Glamorganshire. They take refuge at the Abbey of Neath. SCENE I. THE CAPTURE. Enter the Abbot, Monks, Edward, Spencer, and Baldock. Abbot. Have you no doubt, my lord, have you no fear; As silent and as careful we will be To keep your royal person safe with us, King. Father, thy face should harbour no deceit. Come, Spencer; Baldock, come, sit down by me, But we, alas, are chased, and you, my friends 10 15 20 Your lives and my dishonour they pursue. Yet, gentle monks, for treasure, gold, or fee, 25 Monks. Your grace may sit secure, if none but we Do wot of your abode. Spencer. Not one alive, but shrewdly I suspect A gloomy fellow in a mead below; 'A gave a long look after us, my lord, And all the land, I know, is up in arms, Arms that pursue our lives with deadly hate. 30 Baldock. We were embarked for Ireland, wretched we, With awkward winds and sore tempests driven Of Mortimer and his confederates. King. Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer ? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, 35 That bloody man? [To the Abbot] Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. 40 Oh, nevermore lift up this dying heart! [Falls asleep. Spencer. Look up, my lord. Baldock, this drowsiness Betides no good-[he gives a sudden start] here even we are betrayed! 45 Enter, with Welsh hooks, Rice ap Howell, a Mower, the Earl of Leicester, and some Soldiers. The Mower. Upon my life, these be the men ye seek. Rice. Fellow, enough. My lord, I pray be short; A fair commission warrants what we do. Leicester. Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen To escape their hands that seek to reave his life. Spencer and Baldock, by no other names, 50 I do arrest you of high treason here; Stand not on titles, but obey the arrest, 'Tis in the name of Isabel the Queen. My lord, why droop you thus ? King. O day, the last of all my bliss on earth, Centre of my misfortune! O my stars, 55 Why do you lour unkindly on a king? Comes Leicester then in Isabella's name To take my life, my company, from me? 60 Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine, Spencer. It may become thee yet To let us take our farewell of his grace. Abbot. My heart with pity earns to see this sight; 65 A king to bear these words and proud commands ! King. Spencer, sweet Spencer, thus then must we part? Spencer. We must, my lord; so will the angry heavens. King. Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer; The gentle heavens have not to do in this. 70 Baldock. My lord, it is in vain to grieve or storm; Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves. Our lots are cast, I fear me so is thine. King. In heaven we may, in earth never shall we meet ! And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us? 75 Leicester. Your majesty must go to Killingworth. King. 'Must!'-it is somewhat hard when kings must go. Leicester. Here is a litter ready for your grace, And these must die under a tyrant's sword. 85 King. Well, that shall be, shall be; part we must, Sweet Spencer, gentle Baldock, part we must. Hence, feigned weeds [he throws off his disguise]—un feigned are my woes. Father, farewell!-Leicester, thou stay'st for me, SCENE II. THE DEPOSITION. 90 The King has been brought to Killingworth (or Kenilworth) Castle, the seat of the Earl of Leicester. The Earl of Leicester, the Bishop of Winchester, and Sir William Trussel there demand his abdication. Leicester. Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament, Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court, |