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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, Huberta

Hub.' If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my. mercy, which lies dead ;
Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Afide.

Irth. Are you sick, Hubert ?. you look-pale to-days. In footh, 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 poffeffion of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur- [Shewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,

[ Afider Turning dis-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?

Arib. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect.
Must you with irons burn out bothmine eyes ?

Hub. Young bry, I mufy
srth. And will you?
Huó: And I will.

Arth Have you the heart: when your head did but ake,
I knit my hanskerchief abcut 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 hous,
Ştill and anon cheard up the heavy, tine,
Saying, what lack your and where lies your grief?
Or what good love, may, I perform for you?
Many a poor man's fon would have lain ftili,
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ;
But you at your fick service had a Prince.
Nay, you may think, my love, was crafty love, it cunning. Do, an if you will:
If heav'n be pleas'd that you must use, meill,
Why then, you mutt-Will you put ouj mine eyes ?.
These eyes, that ueyer did, nor sever ball,

So. do.

So much as frown on you.

Hub. I've sworn to do it ;
And with hoț 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 ruft,
But for containing fire to harna mine eye..
Are you more stubborn, hard, than hammer'd iron ?
Oh!'if an angel should have come to me,
And told nie, Hubert should put out mine eyes,
hwould not have believ'd him : no tongue, but Hubert's..
Hub. Come forth ; do, as I bid you

[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 say, and bind him here.

Arth. Alas, what need you be so boift'rous-rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heav'n fake, Hubert, let me not be bound...
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,...
And I will fit as quiet aș a lamb..
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angrily :
Thrust but these men away, and I'll.forgive you,
Whatever torment you do put,

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

Arth. Alas, I then havę chid away my friend ;.
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart ;
Let him come back, that bis.compassion may
Give, life to yourse
Hib. 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 dust, a gnat, a wana’ring hair,


Any annoyance in that precious fenfe:
Then, feeling what small things are boift'rous there,
Your vile intent must needs feem horrible.

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. O 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.

Artb. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief;. Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeservd extreams; fee else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heav'n hath blown its spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes 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 matter that doth tarre him on. All things, that you mould use to do me wrong, Deny their office; only you do lack Thai mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.

Hub. Woll, 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 Hybert. All this while You were disguised.

Hub. Peace : no more. Adieu,.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead.
P'll fill these dogged spies with false reports :
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure,


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

Artb. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert.

Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunta

K.John. H And lonk'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes

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SCENE changes to the Court of England. Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords. . ,

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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 ftained with revolt;
Frem expectation troubled not the land
With any long’d-for change, or better state.

Sal. Therefore to be poflefs'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. bue.
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excefs.

Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new-told,
And in the last repeating troublesome;
Being urged at a time unfeasonable.

Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face-
Of plain old form is much disfigured ;
And, like a shifted wind, unto a sail
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about;
Ştartles and frights confideration;
Makes found opinion sick, and truth suspected,
For putting on so new a fashion'd sobe.
Pemb. When workmen ftrive to a better than well;


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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 fo patch'd.

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

K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation
I have posseft you with, and think them strong.
And more, more strong (the leffer is my fear)
I shall endue


with: : mean time, but alk
What you would bave 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 Itudies ;) heartily request
Th’infranchisement of Arthur ; whose restraint:
Duth move the mum'ring lips of discontent
To break into this daog'rous argement;
If what in reé liave, in right you hold,
Why should 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 barb'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 suit,

(27) Tbey do confound their skill in covetou sess.) i.e. Not by their : avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intense defire of excelling; as in Henry v

But if it be a fin to count bonour,
I am the most offending soul alive.


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