Must be as boift'rously maintain'd, as gain'd. That John may ftand, then Arthur needs muft fall ; Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Lewis. And lofe it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old John lays you plots; the times confpire with you; This act, fo evilly born, fhall cool the hearts No 'fcape of nature, no diftemper'd day, Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's But hold himfelf fafe in his prifonment. Pand. O Sir, when he fhall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Ev'n at this news he dies: and then the hearts Of all his people fhall revolt from him, 2 True blood.] The blood of him that has the juft claim. No 'cape of nature,-] The author very finely calls a manBrous lirth, an escape of nature. As if it were produced while the was bufy elfewhere, or intent on fome other thing. But the Oxford Editor will have it, that Shakespear wrote, No fhape of nature. WARBURTON. And kifs the lips of unacquainted change; Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Dauphin; Lewis. Strong reafon makes strong actions: let us go; If you fay ay, the King will not fay no. [Exeunt. H ACT IV. SCENE I. Changes to ENGLAND. A PRISON. Enter Hubert and Executioners. HUBERT. EAT me thefe irons hot, and, look, thou stand Within the arras; when I ftrike my foot Upon the bofom of the ground, rush forth; 4 Or, as a little fnow.] Bacon, in his hiftory of Henry VII. Speaking of Perkin's march, ob ferves, that their fnow-ball did not gather as it rolled. And And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly fcruples! fear not you; look to't.— Young lad, come forth; I have to fay with you. Enter Arthur. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little prince. Arth. As little prince (having fo great a title Methinks, no body should be fad but I; I were your fon, fo you would love me, Hubert. [Afide. Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day; In footh, I wou'd, you were a little fick; That I might fit all night and watch with you. Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bofom. Read here, young Arthur How now, foolish rheum, 4 [Shewing a paper. [Afide. Turn s Turning difpiteous torture out of door! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect. Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows; And with my hand at midnight held your head; 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, And quench its fiery indignation, 5 Turning difpiteous torture out of door! For torture Sir T. Hanmer reads nature, and is VOL. III. followed, I think, without neceffity, by Dr. Warburton. Hh Even Even in the matter of mine innocence : Arth. O fave me, Hubert, fave me! my eyes are out, Ev'n with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I fay, and bind him here. Arth. Alas, what need you be fo boist'rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will ftand ftone-still. For heav'n's fake, Hubert, let me not be bound. I will not ftir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you, 6 I would not have believed a tongue BUT HUBERT'S.] Thus Mr. Pope found the line in the old editions. According to this reading it is fuppofed that Hubert had told him, he would not put out his eyes; for the angel who fays be would, is brought in as contradicting Hubert. Mr. Thecba'd, by what authority I don't know, reads, I would not have believ'd him : no tongue, but Hubert's. which is fpoiling, the meafure, without much mending the fenfe. Shakespear, I am perfuaded, wrote, I would not have believ'd a tongue 'BATE HUBERT; i. e. abate, difparage. The blunder feems to have arifen thus, bats fignifies except, faving; fo |