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For England go; I will whet on the king.
go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room in the Castle.
Enter HUBERT and Two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou
stand Within the arras: when I strike
foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth: And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. 1 Attend. I hope, your warrant will bear out the
deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to't.
[Exeunt Attendants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Good morrow, little prince.
· Northampton.] The fact is, that Arthur was first confined at Falaise, and afterwards at Rouen, in Normandy, where he was put to death.-Our author has deviated, in this particular, from the history, and brought king John's nephew to England; but there is no circumstance, either in the original play, or in this of Shakspeare, to point out the particular castle in which he is supposed to be confined. The castle of Northampton has been mentioned, in some modern editions, as the place, merely because, in the first Act, King John seems to have been in that town. In the old copy there is no where any notice of place.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
You are sad.
Mercy on me!
fault that I was Geffrey's son? No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, I were your son, 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 despatch. [Aside. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to
Hub. His words do take possession of my bo
Is it my
Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How now, foolish rheum!
Aside. Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief; lest resolution 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 hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
Hub. Young boy, I must.
And will you?
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 cheer'd up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But
sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it, cunning; Do, an if you will: If heaven be pleas'd that you 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 have 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, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And quench his fiery indignation, 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? An if an angel should have come to me, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth.
Re-enter Attendants, with Cord, Irons, &c.
Do as I bid you do.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him.
Come, boy, prepare yourself.
None, but to lose your eyes.
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 ? go to, hold your
tongue. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
will, cut out my tongue,
I can heat it, boy.
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush,
Peace: no more.
tarre him on.] i. e. stimulate, set him on. be derived from topatia, excito. VOL. V.