What may be wrought out of their discontent. Lewis. Strong reafon makes strong actions : let us go; If you fay ay, the King will not fay no. [Exeunt. H ACT IV. SCENE I. Changes to England. A Prifon. Enter Hubert and Executioner. HUBERT. EAT me thefe irons hot, and look you ftand Faft to the chair: be heedful; hence, and watch. Enter Arthur. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Morrow, little Prince. Arth. As little Prince (having fo great a title To be more Prince) as may be. You are fad. Hub. Indeed I have been merrier. Methinks no body should be fad but I, So 7 So were I out of prifon, and kept sheep, I were your fon, fo you would love me Hubert. [Afide. Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? you look pale to day; In footh, I would you were a little fick, Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom. How now, foolish rheum, [Shewing a paper. Turning dif-piteous torture out of door! I must be brief, left resolution drop- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for fo foul effect. Arth. And will Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you ake, I knit you? [Afide. the heart? when your head did but my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a Princefs wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; Saying, what lack you ? and where lyes your grief? 2 Nay, Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, Will you put out mine eyes? and never. fhall These eyes that never did, Hub. I've fworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. * And told me Hubert Thould put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd a tongue but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth; do as I bid you do. [Stamps, and the men enter. Arth. O fave me, Hubert, fave me! my eyes are out Ev'n with the fierce looks of thefe bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron I fay, and bind him here, I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak a word, Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, ftand within; let me alone with him. C 3 -muft I burn them out. Arth. Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it. The iron of it felf, 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, confume away in ruft, Are you more ftubborn hard, than hammer'd iron? Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend, Let him come back, that his compassion may Hub. Come, boy, prepare your felf. Hub. None, but to lofe your eyes. Arth. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yours,~ A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious fenfe: Then feeling what fmall things are boift'rous there, Hub. Is this your promife? go to, hold your tongue. Arth. Let me not hold my tongue: let me not, Hubert; Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good footh, the fire is dead with grief. Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeferv'd extreams; fee elfe your self, There is no malice in this burning coal The breath of heav'n hath blown its spirit out, * Arth. * 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, c. * I can revive it, boy. Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And glow with fhame of your proceedings, Hubert: Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes: And, Arth. All things that you should ufe to do me wrong, Deny their office; only You do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, fee to live; I will not touch thine eye For all the treasure that thine uncle owns: Yet am I fworn, and I did purpofe, boy, Arth. 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 deal. · Arth. O heav'n! I thank you, Hubert. SCENE II. The Court of England. [Exeunt. Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords. R. John. H ERE once again we fit, crown'd once again, And look'd upon, I hope, with chearful eyes. Pemb. This once again, but that your Highness pleas'd, Was once fuperfluous; you were crown'd before, C 4 And, like a dog that is compell'd to fight, All things that you, &c. c In the first edition. The |