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I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, o
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 2 Go to, hold your - tongue. Arth. Let me not hold my tongue : let me not, - Hubert K 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. A Arth. . in good sooth; the fire is dead with o grier; The breath of Heaven hath blown his spirit out, | And strew’d repentant ashes on his head. * A Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. | , Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, | And o with shame of your proceedings, Hubert, } Hub. I will not touch thine eyes,
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpels.
KING John upon his Throne, Essex, PEMBR.ors, SALISBURY, and ENGLISH GENTLEMEN, discowered.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again
Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.
[Taking ARTHUR aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert.-0 my gentle
Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, But I will tit it with some better time. By Heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee. Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say
so yet: But thou shalt have: and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say. But let it go ; The sun is in the Heaven: and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gauds, To give me audience :-If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, Melancholy, Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick ; .. Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, Laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes ;Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
Hub. So well, that what you bid me underta
'K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst? -
Hub. And I'll keep him so,
K. John. Death.
K. John. Enough.
[Exeunt ELINOR and ENGLISH GENTLEMEN. K. John. For England, cousin, go : Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty. On, towards Calais, ho ! Hubert, remember.(Hlourish of Drums and Trumpets. Exeunt King
John, HUBERT, ARTHUR, the LORDS, GENTLEMEN, HERALD, and GUARDS.
The French Court.
Enter Lewis, King Philip, and PANDULPH, K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest in the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship.
Pan. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go well,
Con. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace!
K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace.