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I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moone's sphere;
In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob* of spirits, I'll be gone; Our queen, and all our elves, come here anon.
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages ;
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
* Looby, lubber.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan :
No exorciser harm thee!
HUBERT AND ARTHUR.
Enter HUBERT and Executioners. Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras: when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
Exec. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look
to't. 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!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate,
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale to-day: In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night, and watch with you: I warrant, I love you more than you
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.Read here, young Arthur.
[Showing a paper. How now, foolish rheum !
[Aside. Turning dispiteous torture out of door ? I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender, womanish tears. Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect :
Hub. Young boy, I must.
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me)
that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ?
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. Ay, none, but in this iron age, would do it!
(HUBERT stamps, and the men enter. Hub. Come forth; do as I bid you.
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 boisterous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone still.
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound !
Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your tongue.
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes; 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 : 0, spare mine eyes ; Though to no use but still to look on you ! Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, And would not harm me.
Hub. I can heat it, boy.
Arth. No, in good sooth, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserved extremes : see else yourself ;