Hub.
Heat me these irons hot; and look thou ^note stand
Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.

First Exec. ^note
I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.

Hub.
Uncleanly ^note scruples! fear ^note not you: look to't. [Exeunt ^note Executioners.
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter Arthur.

Arth.
Good morrow, Hubert.

Hub.
Good morrow, little ^note prince.

Arth.
As little prince, having so great a title
To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.

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 ^note,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,

So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
I should ^note be as ^note 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?
No, indeed ^note, is't ^note not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

Hub. [Aside ^note]
If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

Arth.
Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
That I might sit all night and watch with you:
I warrant ^note I love you more than you do me.

Hub. [Aside ^note]
His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. ^note [Aside ^note]
How now ^note, foolish rheum!
Turning dispiteous ^note torture ^note out of door! ^note
I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? is it not fair ^note writ?

Arth.
Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect ^note:
Must you with hot ^note 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 ache,
I knit my handkercher ^note 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 cheer'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 lien ^note still
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
But you at your sick service ^note had a prince.
Nay, you may think my love was crafty love
And call it cunning: do, an if ^note you will:
If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,
Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes that never did nor ^note never shall
So much as frown on you.

Hub.
I have ^note 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, though heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
And quench his ^note fiery indignation
Even in the matter ^note of mine innocence;
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard ^note than hammer'd iron? ^note
An if ^note an angel should have come to me
And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,

I would not have believed him,—no tongue but Hubert's. ^note

Hub.
Come forth. [Stamps ^note. Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c.
Do as I bid you do.

Arth.
O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

Hub.
Give me the iron ^note, I say, and bind him here.

Arth.
Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough ^note?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still ^note.
For heaven sake ^note, Hubert, let me not be bound!
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
I will not stir, nor wince ^note, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angerly ^note:
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.

First Exec. ^note
I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt ^note Executioners.

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 heaven, that there were but a mote ^note in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,

Any annoyance in that precious sense!
Then feeling what small things are boisterous 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
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: ^note
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.

Arth.
No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief,
Being create for comfort, to be used
In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;
There is no malice in this burning ^note coal;
The breath of heaven hath blown his ^note spirit out
And stew'd repentant ashes on his ^note head.

Hub.
But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

Arth.
An if ^note 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 compell'd to fight,
Snatch at his master that doth tarre ^note him on ^note.
All things that you should use to do me wrong
Deny their office: only you do lack
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends ^note,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking ^note uses.

Hub.
Well, see to live ^note; I will not touch thine eye ^note

For all the treasure that thine uncle owes ^note:
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.

Arth.
O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised ^note.

Hub.
Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

Arth.
O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.

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

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