Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's fon? [Afide. rth. Are you fick, Hubert ?. you look-pale to-day In footh, I wou'd, you were a little fick ; Hub His words do take poffeffion of my bofom. How now, foolish rheum, [Shewing a paper. Turning dif-piteous torture out of door! Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.— Arth Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect. Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. [Afide Arth Have you the heart? when your head did but ake, Fknit my handkerchief about your brows; The best I had, a Princefs wrought it me) And I did never afk it you, again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; So So much as frown on you. Hub. I've fworn to do it; And with hot irons muft 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 thefe eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Are you more ftubborn, hard, than hammer'd iron ?. And told me, Hubert fhould put out mine eyes, Iwould not have believ'd him : no tongue, but Hubert's... Hub. Come forth; do, as I bid you do. [Stamps, and the men enter. Arth. O fave me, Hubert! fave me! my eyes are out, Ev'n with the fierce looks of thefe bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I fay, and bind him here. I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, ftand within; let me alone with him. He hath aftern look, but a gentle heart; Let him come back, that his compaffion 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 yours, A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any Any annoyance in that precious fenfe: Then, feeling what fmall things are boift'rous there, Your vile intent must needs feem horrible. Hub. Is this your promife? go to,hold your tongue.Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Muft 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. O fpare mine eyes! Though to no use, but still to look on you.. Lo, by my troth, the inftrument is cold, And would not harm me. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief,. Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undefervid extreams; fee elfe yourself, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye, For all the treafure that thine uncle owns: Yet am I fworn; 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: no more. Adieu,.. Your uncle must not know but you are dead. Tha 1 That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,. Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence, no more; go clofely in with me. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Court of England. Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords. K.John. Hand look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes, ERE once again we fit,once again crown'd, Pemb. This once again, but that your Highness pleas'd, Sal. Therefore to be poffefs'd with double pomp, To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly, To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish, Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, And in the last repeating troublesome ; Being urged at a time unfeasonable. Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face- And, like a shifted wind, unto a fail It makes the courfe of thoughts to fetch about; Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected, Pemb. When workmen ftrive to do better than well, They. They do confound their skill in covetousness; (21); Doth make the fault the worse by the excufe: Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, (21) They do confound their skill in covetoufnefs.].e. Not by their avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intenfe defire of excelling; as in Henry V. But if it be a fin to corust bonour, That |