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Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's fon?
Hub.' If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look, pale to-day ;; In sooth, 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 posseflion of my bofom. Read here, young Arthur
[Shewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,
(Afride. Turning dil-piteous torture out of door! I must be brief, left resolution drop: Out at mine eyes in tender womanish-tears.Can you not read it is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Fiubert, for so foul effect.
with irons burn out both.mine eyes ?
drth Have you the heart when your head did butake, I knit 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, Srill and anon cheard up the heavy, time, Saying, what lack you i and where lies your grief Or what good love may I perform for you? Many a poor man's fon would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ;, But you at your lick service had a Prince. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an if you will: If heav'n be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why then, you must-Will you put out mine eyes ? Thele eyes, that neyer did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you.
Hub. I've sworn to do it ;
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it..
[Stamps, and the men enter. Arth. O save me, Hubert! save me! my eyes are out,. Ev'n with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I lay, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boilt'rous-rough?
Hub. Go, Itand within ; let me alone with him.
Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend;
Arth. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yoursy, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair,
Any annoyance in that precious fenfe;
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of congues
Hub. I can hear it, boy.
Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In andeservd extreams ; see else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown its spirit out, And strew'd repentant alles on its 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.eyes : And like a dog, that is compellid to fight, Snatch at his master that doch tarre him on. 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, see to live; I will not touch thine eye, For all the treasure that thine uncle owns: Yet am I sworn; 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 : ho more. Adieu, .
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to the Court of England, Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords K.John. LIERE 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 pleas'd, Was once superfluous ; you were crown'd before, And that high royalty was ne’er pluck'd off : The faiths of men, ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land With any long'd-for change, or better ftate.
Sal. Therefore to be poffefs'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before ;. To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly, To throw a perfume on the violet,. To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, This act is as an ancient tàle new-told, And in the last repeating troublesome;. Being urged at a time un seasonable.
Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face Qf plain old form is much disfigured ; And, like a shifted wind unto a sail A makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; Startles and frights confideration; Makes found opinion fick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. Pemb. When workmen ftrive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness; (21);
Sal. To this effect, before you were new.crown'd,
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation..
Pemb. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
(21) Tbey de confound obeir skill in covetoutness.] 1. e. Not by their avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intense delire of excelling; as in Henry V.
But if it be a fin to covet boncury ,