Indeed it is not; and I would to Heaven I were your fon, fo you would love me, Hubert. Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bofom. Read here, young Arthur---- [Shewing a paper. [Afide. How now, foolish rheum, Turning dif-piteous torture out of door! Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.--- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did And with my hand at midnight held your head; Why then, you must.--Will you put out mine eyes? Hub. I've fworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! Approaching near thefe eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence; out, Ev'n with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I fay, and bind him here. I will not ftir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, ftand within; let me alone with him. i Let him come back, that his compaffion may Give life to yours. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Hub. None, but to lofe your eyes. [in yours, Arth. O Heav'n! that there were but a moth A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Then, feeling what fmall things are boift'rous there, Hub. Is this your promife? go to, hold your tongue.-- Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Muft 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 tongué, So I may keep mine eyes. O fpare mine eyes Though to no use, but still to look on you. Lo, by my troth the inftrument is cold, And would not harm me. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with Being create for comfort, to be us❜d [grief, In undeferv'd extremes; fee elfe yourself, Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye, Arth. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while Hab. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your uncle must not know but you are dead.. Arth. O Heaven! I thank thee, Hubert. Hub. Silence, no more; go clofely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Court of England. Enter King JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords. K. John. Here once again we fit, once again crowned, And looked upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. Was once fuperfluous; you were crowned before, Sal. Therefore to be poffeffed with double pomp, To fmooth the ice, or add another hue To feek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face It makes the courfe of thoughts to fetch about; Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected, Pemb. When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetoufnefs; (21) And oftentimes excufing of a fault, Doth make the fault the worfe by the excufe: Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crowned, We breathed our counfel; but it pleafed your HighTo over-bear it; and we're all well pleafed; [nefs Since all and every part of what we would, Must make a stand at what your Highnefs will. K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation I have poffeffed you with, and think them strong. And more, more ftrong (the leffer is my fear) I fhall endue you with: mean time, but ask (21) They do confound their skill in covetoufnefs. ;] ie. Not by their avarice, but in an eager emulation, an intense defire of excelling; as in Henry V. But if it be a fin to covet honour, I am the most offending foul alive, |