And bind the boy which you shall find with me First Exec. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hubert. Uncleanly1 scruples! fear not you: look to't. [Exeunt Executioners. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. (Enter Arthur.) Arthur. Good morrow, Hubert. Hubert. Good morrow, little prince. Arthur. As little prince, having so great a title To be more prince, as may be. You are sad. Hubert. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arthur. Mercy on me! Methinks no body should be sad but I : Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hubert (aside). If I talk to him, with his innocent prate 2 1 unbecoming. 2 prattle. He will awake my mercy which lies dead: Arthur. 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 I love you more than you do me. Hubert (aside). His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. (Showing a paper.) (Aside). How now, foolish rheum! 1 Turning dispiteous 2 torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. Arthur. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: 3 Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hubert. Young boy, I must. Arthur. Hubert. And will you? And I will. Arthur. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows, The best I had, a princess wrought it me, And with my hand at midnight held your head, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, 1 tears. 2 pitiless. 3 import. Saying, "What lack you?" and "Where lies your grief?" Or "What good love may I perform for you?" If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, So much as frown on you. Hubert. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arthur. 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, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron ? And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes I would not have believed him, Hubert's. Hubert. Come forth. (Stamps.) no tongue but Reënter Executioners, with a cord, irons, etc. Do as I bid you do. Arthur. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hubert. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Arthur. Alas, what need you be so boisterousrough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hubert. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. First Exec. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt Executioners. Arthur. 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. Hubert. Come, boy, prepare yourself. None, but to lose your eyes. Arthur. Is there no remedy? Arthur. O heaven, that there were but a mote 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. Hubert. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. Arthur. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: 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. Hubert. I can heat it, boy. Arthur. 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 coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out Hubert. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Snatch at his master that doth tarre1 him on. Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Hubert. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye 1 urge. |