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Must be as hoist'rously maintain'd, as gain'd.
And he, that stands upon a Nipp’ry place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall;
So be it, for it cannot be but fo.

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 ciaim that Arthur did.

Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old

John lays you plots; the times conspire with you ;
For he, that steeps his safety in a true blood,
Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.
This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal;
That no fo small advantage shall step forth
To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
No nat'ral exhalation in the sky,
3 No’scape of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away its nat'ral cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
Abortives, and presages, tongues of heav'n
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

. May be, he will not touch young Artbur's


But hold himself safe in his prisonment.

Pand. O Sir, when he shall 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 shall revole from him,

2 True blood.] The blood of was bufy elsewhere, or intent on him that has the juft claim. some other thing. But the Ox

3 No’scape of nature,-- ] The ford Editor will have it, that author very finely calls a man- Shakespear wrote, fircus birth, an escape of nature. No sbape of nature. As if it were produced while the



And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ;
And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ;
And 0, what better matter breeds for you
Than I have nam’d! The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity. If but twelve French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side ;
4 Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Dauphin;
Go with me to the King : 'tis wonderful
What may be wrought out of their discontent.
Now that their souls are top-full of offence,
For England go ; I will whet on the King.

Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions : let us go; If you say ay, the King will not say no. (Exeunt.



Changes to ENGLAND.


Enter Hubert and Executioners.


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 snow. ) Ba- serves, that their snow-ball did pon, in his history of Henry VII, nos garber as it rolled. speaking of Perkin's march, ob


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.

Énter Arthur.

Artb. 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 fad.

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body should be sad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonnefs. By my christendom,
So were I out of prison, and kept sheep,
I should be 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?
Indeed, it is not; and I would to heav'n,
I were your son, fo 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 dispatch. (Afde.

Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day ; In sooth, 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 Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my

bosom. Read here, young Arthur [Sbewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,

[Afde. Turn

do me.


s Turning dispiteous 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?

Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.


with 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 ake,
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 chear'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 fick service had a Prince.
Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love,
And call it cunning. Do, an if you will :
If heav'n be pleas'd that you must use me ill,
Why then, you must-Will you put our mine eyes?

that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you.

Hub. I've sworn to do it ;
And with hot 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,

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5 Turning difpiteous torture out followed, I think, without ne

of door!). For torture Sir cessity, by Dr. Warburton.
T. Hanmer reads nature, and is



Even in the matter of mine innocence :
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard, than hammer'd iron ?
Oh! if an Angel should have come to me,
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,
• I would not have believ'd a tongue, but Hubert's.

(Hubert stamps, and the men enler. Hub. Come forth; do, as I bid you.

Arth. O save me, Hubert, fave 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.

Artb. Alas, what need you be so boift'rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still

For heav'n's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound.
Nay, hear me, Hubert-drive these men away,
And I will fit as quiet as 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,

6 I would not have believed a the transcriters, taking it in this

tongue BUT HUBERT's.] sense, substituted the more usual Thus Mr. Pope found the line in word but in its place. My altethe old editions. According to ration greatly improves the sense, this reading it is fupposed that as implying a tenderness of afHubere had told him, he would fection for Hubert; the common not put out his eyes; for the an- reading, only an opinion of Hagel who says he would, is brought teri's veracity; whereas the point in as contradicting Hubert. Mr. here was to win upon Hubert's Thecba'd, by what authority I passions which could not be betdon't know, reads,

ter done than by Chewing afI would not bare believ'd him: fection towards him. no tongue, but Hubert's.

WARBURTOS. which is spoiling. the measure, I do not see why the old readwithout much mending the sense. ing may not hand. Mr. I bece Shakespear, I am persuaded,wrote, bald's alteration, as we find, inI would not have believ'd a jures the measure, and Dr. Wate

tongue 'bate HUBERT; burton's corrupts the language, 1. 6. abate, disparage. The blun- and neither can be said much to der seems to have arisen thus, mend the sense. bars fignifies except, faving ; so



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