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I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, o
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.
Exec. I am best pleased to be from such a deed.
- [Ereunt ExecutionERs.
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friends
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 l—that there were but a mote ig |

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,

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For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert all this while
You were disguised.
Hub. Peace; no more ;
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 l—I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence: no more. Go closely in with me;

Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.


The Palace.

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
And look’d upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
Pem. This once again, but that your highness
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off;
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Fresh expectation troubled not the land
With any long’d-for change, or better state.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,

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:
But, ah! I will not : Yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me underta
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By Hear'n I'd do't. :

'K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst? -
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way;
And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty,

K. John. Death.
Hub. My lord ?
K. John. A grave. .
Hub. He shall not live.

K. John. Enough.
I could be merry now.-Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee.-
Remember.-Madam, fare you well :
I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your majesty.
Eli. My blessing go with thee!

[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




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,
K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run so

ill ?
Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost ?
Arthur ta'en prisoner?
And bloody England into England gone,
O’erbearing interruption!-
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted bredth :

I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.

Con. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace!
K. Phil. Patience, good lady! Comfort, gentle

· Con. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death :-0, amiable, lovely death :
Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love,
O, come to me!

K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace.
Cor. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :

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