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Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's fon?
Indeed, it is not ; and I would to heav'n,
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 fudden, and dispatch. [Aside.

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 ?
Hub. Young bry, I muft.
Arth. And will you?
Hub. And I will.

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 ;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it..
The iron of itself, tho' heat red hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears,
And quench its 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 ::
Oh!'if an angel should have come to me,
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,
Iwould not have believ'd him : no tougue, but Hubert's..
Hub. Come forth:;, do, as I bid you do.

[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?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heav'n sake, Hubert, let me not be bound.
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will fit as quiet as a lamb.
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angrily :
Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
Whatever torment you do put me to.

Hub. Go, Itand within ; let me alone with him.
Exe. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. (Exeunt,

Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend;
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart;
Let him come back, that his compaflion may.
Give life to yours.
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Arth. Is there no remedy?
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.

Arth. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yoursy, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair,

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Any annoyance in that precious fenfe;
Then, feeling what small things are boift'rous there
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible,
Hub. Is this your promife? go to hold your tongue.

Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of congues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
Let me not hold my tongue : let me not, Hubert i
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
So į may keep mine eyes... O spare mine eyes!
Though to no use, but fill to look on you.
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
And would not harm me.

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, .
Your uncle muft not know but you are dead.
I'll fill these dogged fpres with false reports :
And, pretty child, .fleep doubtless, and secure,


That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

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);
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse ;
As patches, set upon a little breach,
Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

Sal. To this effect, before you were'd,
We breath'd our counsel ; but it pleas'd your Highness
To over-bear it; and we're all well pleas'd s
Since all and every part of what we would,
Must make a stand at what your Highness will..

K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation..
I have poffeft you with, and think them. Itrong.
And more, more strong (the lesser is my fear)
I shall endue you with: mean time, but as
What you would have reform’d, that is not well,
And well shall you perceive how willingly
I will both hear and grant you your requests,

Pemb. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these,
To found the purposes of all their hearts,
(Both for myself and them; but chief of all,
Your safety; for the which, myself and they
Bend their best Audies ;) heartily request
Th’infranchisement of Arthur ; whose reftraint -
Duth move the murm’ring lips of discontent
To break into this dang’rous argument;
If what în reft you have, in right you hold,
Why shou'd your fears, (which, as they say, attend
The steps of wrong) then move you to mew up
Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
With basb'rous ignorance, and deny his youth
The rich advantage of good exercise ?
That the time's enemies may not have this,
To grace occasions, let it be our fuit,

(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 ,
I am the most offending soul alivca


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