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No, no; when fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threat'ning eye.
'Tis strange to think how much King John hath loft
In this, which he accounts so clearly won.
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner ?

Lewis. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him.

Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.
Now hear me speak with a prophetick spirit;
For ev'n the breath of what I mean to speak
Shall blow each duft, each straw, each little rub,
Out of the path which shall directly lead

Thy foot to England's throne: and therefore mark..
John hath seiz'd Arthur, and it cannot be
That whilft warm life plays in that infant's veins,
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,
A minute, nay, one quiet breath, of rest.
A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Must be as boift'rously maintain'd, as gain'd.
And he, that stands upon a slipp'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 so.

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 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 true blood,
Shall find but bloody safety and untrue.
This act, so evilly born, fhall cool the hearts
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ;
That no so small advantage shall step forth
To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
No nat'ral exhalation in the sky,
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,


. Abors

Abortives, and presages, tongues of heav'n
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.,

Lewis. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life; 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 revolt from him, 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 'O, 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 fide ; 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 fay ay, the King will not say no. [Exeunt.


SCENE changes to England.

A Prison.
Enter Hubert and Executioners.

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EAT me these irons hot, and, look, thou stand
Within the arras; when I strike


Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth ;
And bind the boy, which you Thall find with me,
Fast to the chair : be heedful; hence, and watch.

Exe. 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.

Enter Arthur.
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 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 wantonness. 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 fon?
Indeed, it is not; and I would to heav'n,
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 lyes dead; Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch.,

Art. 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 do me.

Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur

[Shewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,

[Afide. Turning dif-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?

Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
Must you with irons burn out both mine eyes ?

Hub. Young boy, I muft.
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 lyes 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 out mine eyes ? Thesë eyes, that never did, nor never fall, 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,
Even in the matter of mine innocence :
Nay, after that, consume away in ruft,
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 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 fo boist'rous-rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heav'n's lake, 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,
Whatever torment you do put me to.

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

Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend;
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart;
Let him come back, that his compassion 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 wandring hair,
Any annoyance in that precious sente:
Then, feeling what small things are boift'rous there,
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.

Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your tongue.Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues R3



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