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Of all his people shall revolt from him.
Go with me to the King: "Tis wonderful,
What may be wrought out of their discontent.
go ; Jf you say, Ay, the King will not say, No. [Ereunt the CARDINAL and LEWIS.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Enter HUBERT, with Irons in his Hand, and Two ExEcution ERs.
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:– Be heedful :—hence, and watch. Erec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed, Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you:-look to't.— [Ereunt Execution ERs. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
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, nobody should be sad but I : Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, I should be as merry as the day is long; And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me: He is afraid of me, and I of him : 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, Hubert. 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. 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 do me. Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.— Read here, young Arthur.— [Gives him a Warrant. How now, foolish rheum !— 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: 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 ache, 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, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it, cunning: Do, and if you will : If Heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.—Will you put out mine eyes These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub, I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. And if an angel should have come to me, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd him : no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth- [HUBERT stamps, and the ExecutIONERs enter with the Irons and Cords. 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 boist’rous rough 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,
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert all this while You were disguised,
Hub. Peace : no more;
Arth. O Heaven!—I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me; Much danger do I undergo for thee.
KING John upon his Throne, Essex, PEMBRoKE, SALisBURY, and ENGLIS11 GENTLEMEN, discovered.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
Pem. This once again, but that your highness
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,