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Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
Must you with irons burn out both mine eyes?

Hub. Young boy, I must.
Arth. And will you?
Hub. And I will.
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 cheard up the heavy time,
Saying, what lack you and where lyes your grief?
Or what good love may I perform for you?
Many a poor man's fon would have lain still,
And ne'er have fpoke 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 heav'n be pleas'd that you must use me ill,
Why then, you must -Will you put out mino

eyes ?

These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you.

Hub. I've sworn to do it ;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Artb. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it.
The iron of itfelf, tho' heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears,
And quench its fiery indignation,
Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Nay, after that, consume away in ruft,
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard, than hammer'd iron ?
Oh! if an Angel should have come to me,
And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,

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! I would not have believ'd him: no congue, but

Hubert's.
Hub. Come forth ; do, as I bid you.

[Stamps, and the men' enter. Arth. O save me, Hubert, fave me! my eyes are out, Ev'n 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 soboist'rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heav'n's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound. Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away, And I will fit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak' a' word, Nor look upon the iron angrily: 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 beft pleas'd to be from such a deed.

(Exeunt, Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend ; He hath á stern look, but a gentle heart ; Let him come back, that his compaffion máy

1 I would nbt have believed å tongüe But HUBERT's.) Thus Mr. Pope found the line in the old editions. According to this reading it is supposed that Hubert had told him, he would not put out his eyes; for the angel who says he would, is brought in as contradicting Hubert, Mr. Theobald, by what authority I don't know, reads,

I worild not have believ'd him: no tongue, but Hubert's. which is spoiling the measure, without much mending the Sense. Shakespear, I am perfuaded, wrote,

I would not have believed a tongue 'BATE HUBERT; i, e, abate, disparage. The blunder seems to have arisen thus, bate signifies except, saving ; so the transcribers, taking it in this fense, lubstituted the more usual word but in its place. My alteration greatly improves the sense, as implying a tenderness of af fection for Hubert ; the common reading, only an opinion of Hubert's veracity; whereas the point here was to win upon Hubert's paslions which could not be better done than by shewing affection towards him.

Give life to yours. .

Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Arth. Is there no remedy? 1,7 • C-
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes...,

Artb. O heav'n ! that there were but a mothin yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandring hair,
Any annoyance in that precious sense :
Then, feeling what small thngs are boist'rous there,
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your

tongue.
Artb. 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 !

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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.

Arth. No, in good fooch, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd extreams ; see else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal The breath of heav'n hath blown its spirit out, And strew'd repentant alhes on its head.

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 compelld to fight, Snatch at his master that doch tarre him on.. All things that you should use to do me wrong, Deny their office s only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye,

For

For all the treasure that thine uncle owns:
Yet am I sworn; and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.

Artb. O, now you look like Hubert. All this while You were disguised.

Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
Your uncle must not know but you are dead.
Pll fill these dogged fpies with false reports :
And, pretty child, Deep doubtless, and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
: Artb. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert.

Hub. Silence, no more ; go closely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.

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II.

Changes to the Court of England.

K. John. HERE once again we fit, once again

Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other

Lords.
ERE

crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. Pemb. This once again, but that your highness

pleas'd, 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, .. !^«56

Sal. Therefore to be poslefs!d with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before ? “. To gild refined gold, co paint the lilly, 13 “ To throw a perfume on the violet, "To smooth the ice, or add another huet!

“ Unto

“ Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light “ To seek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, This act is as an ancient tale new told, And in the last repeating troublesome; Being urged at a time un seasonable.

Sal. In this the antique and well-noted face “ Of plain old form is much disfigured ; “ And, like a shifted wind unto a fail, “ It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about ; “ Startles and frights consideration; “ Makes found opinion sick, and truth suspected, “ For putting on so new a fashion'd robe." Pemb. When workmen - strive to do better than

well, They do confound their 2 skill in covetousness; And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse : As patches, set upon a little breach, - Discredit more 3 in hiding of the Aaw, Than did the faw before it was so patch'd.

Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, We breath'd our counsel ; but it pleas'd your highness To over-bear it; and we're all well pleas'd; Since all and every part of what we would, Must make a stand at what your highness will.

K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation I have poffest you with, and think them strong. And more, more strong (the leffer is my fear) I shall endue you with ; mean time, but ask What you would have reform'd, that is not well,

2 —skill in covetousness;] i.e. coveting to reach a higher excellence.

3 - in hiding of the FAULT,

Than did the FAULT- -] We should read Flaw in both places.

And

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