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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 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 inan's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it, cunning; Do, an if you
will: If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes,
that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you? Hub.
I have 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 fiery indignation, 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? An if an angel should have come to me, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth.
Re-enter Attendants, with Cord, Irons, &c.
Do as I bid
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, I say, and bind him here. Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous
rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear ine, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly: 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. 1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed.
[Exeunt Attendants. 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 in
yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boist'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
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:
I can heat it, boy.
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 compell’d to fight, Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.3 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, Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine
- tarre him on.) i. e. stimulate, set him on, Supposed to bę derived from tapéilw, excito. VOL. IV.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead:
Arth. O heaven!—I thank you, Hubert,
Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me.* Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter King John, crowned; PEMBROKE, SALIS
BURY, and other Lords. The King takes his
crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Pem. This once again, but that your highness
-Go closely in with me.] i. c. secretly, privately. * To guaid-] i. c. to fringe, oi lace.
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done,
Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face
Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, We breath'd our counsel: but it pleas'd your high
To overbear it; and we are all well pleas’d;
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation
6 They do confound their skill in covetousness :) i. e. not by their avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intense desire of excelling.