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And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ;
And pick strong matter of revolt and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of Jobri.
Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ;
And 0, what better matter breeds for you
Than I have nam’d!—The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity. If but twelve French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side ;
* Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain. Noble Dauphin ;
Go with me to the King : 'tis wonderful,
What may be wrought out of their discontent.
Now that their souls are top-full of offence,
For England go ; I will whet on the King

Lewis. Strong reason makes strong actions : let us go; Ifyou say ay, the King will not say no. [Exeunt.

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E AT me these irons hot, and, look, thou

stand Within the arras ; when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth ;

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And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair. Be heedful; hence, and watch.

Exec. I hope, yoor warrant will bear out the deed.

Hub. Uncleanly fcruples ! fear not you ; look to't. --* Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.

Enter Arthur

Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Good morrow, little prince.

Arib. As little prince (having so great a title
To be more Prince) as may be. You are fad.

Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.

Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, no body should be sad but l;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So were l out of prison, and kept sheep,
I should be merry as the day is long :
And so I would be here, but that, I doubt,
My uncle practises more harm to me.
He is afraid of me, and I of him.
Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's fon?
Indeed, it is not, and I would to heav'n,
I were your fon, so you would love me, Hubert.

Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead;
Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch.

[Afide. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale to day ; In sooth, I would, you were a little fick; That I might fit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me.

Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur- [Shewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,

[Afide. Turn


s Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
I must be brief, left refolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.-
Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?

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 chear'd up the heavy ríme,
Saying, what lack you and where lies 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 spoke a loving word to you ;
But you at your fick 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 must use me ill,
Why then, you must - Will you put out mine 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.

Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it.
The iron of itself, tho’ heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears,
And quench its fiery indignation,

I s Turning difpiłcous torture out followed, I think, without ne

of door !] For torture Sir ceffaty, by Dr. Warburton. T. Hanmer reads nature, and is Vol. III.



Even in the matter of mine innocence :
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
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,
I would not have believ'd a tongue, but Hubert's.

(Hubert stamps, and the men enter. Hub. Come forth; do, as I bid you.

Arth. O save me, Hubert, save 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.

Artb. Alas, what need you be so boill’rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heav'n's fake, 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 ftir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angrily; Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,

6 l would not have believed a the transcribers, taking it in this

Bingue BUT HUBERT's.] sense, substituted the more usual Thus Mir. Pope found the line in word but in its place. My altethe old editions. According to ration greatly improves the sense, ihis reading, it is supposed that as implying a tenderness of afHubert had told him, he would fection for Hubert; the common not put out his eyes; for the an- reading, only an opinion of Huo gel who says he would, is brought beri's veracity; whereas the point in as contradicting Hubert. Mr. here was to win upon Hubert's Theobald, by what authority I paffions, which could not be bet. don't know, reads,

ter done than by Mewing afI would not have bilier'd bim : fection towards him, no tongue, bu: Hubert's.

WARBURTON ; which is fpoiling the measure, I do not fee why the old readwithout much mending the sense. ing may not stand. Mr. TbeoShakeljeure, I am persuaded, wrote, bald’s alteration, as we find, inI would not have believ'd a jures the measure, and Dr. War

tongue BATE HUBERT; burton's corrupts the language, i. e. abate, disparage. The blun- and neither can be said much ta der seems to have arisen thus, mend the sense. bate fignifies except, saving; so 4


Whatever torment you do put me to.

Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed.

[Exeunt. Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my

friend ;
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.
Arib. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in

A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandring hair,
Any annoyance in that precious sense ;
Then, feeling what small things are boistrous there,
Your vile intent must needs feem horrible.
Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your

tongue. Arth. 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! 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 footh, the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be usd In undeserv'd extreams; see else yourself, There is no malice in this burning coal; The breach of heav'n hath blown its spirit out,

7 This is according to nature. not to hurt but to comfort, is We imagine no evil so great as dead with grief for finding itself that which is near us.

used in acts of cruelty, which, No, in good footh, &c.] The being innocent, I have not de sense is : The fire, being created served.


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