Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day. In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night and watch with you: I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Hub. [Aside.] His words do take possession of my bosom.. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. [Aside.] How now, foolish rheum, Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? I knit my handkerchief about your brows,— And with my hand at midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, 'What lack you?' and, 'Where lies your grief?' If Heaven be pleased that you will use me ill, 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 Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron? And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believed him; no tongue but Hubert's. Come forth! [Stamps. Re-enter Attendants, with cords and irons. Do as I bid you do. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. I will not struggle; I will stand stone-still. For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, stand within: let me alone with him. 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 None but to lose your eyes. Arth. O Heaven,—that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous 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 Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserved extremes: see else yourself; There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strewed repentant ashes on his head. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. Hub. Well, see to live, I will not touch thine eyes For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, With this same very iron to burn them out. 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 dead: Arth. [Exeunt. ACT IV SCENE I.—Northampton. A Room of State in the Castle. Enter KING JOHN, crowned; PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other Lords. The KING takes his State. K. John. Here once again we sit, crowned once again, And looked upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Pem. This 'once again,' but that your highness pleased, Was once superfluous: you were crowned before, And that high royalty was ne'er plucked off, With any longed-for change, or better state. Sal. Therefore, to be possessed with double pomp, To guard a title, that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. Pem. 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 unseasonable. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfiguréd; And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about, Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashioned robe. Pem. When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their 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 in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patched. Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crowned, We breathed our counsel: but it pleased your highness To overbear it, and we are all well pleased, Since all and every part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your highness will. K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation I will both hear and grant you your requests. Pem. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these Both for myself and them, but, chief of all, The enfranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint If what in rest you have, in right you hold, Why should your fears,—which, as they say, attend That you have bid us ask, his liberty. Enter HUBERT. K. John. Let it be so I do commit his youth To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you? [HUBERT whispers the KING. Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed : He showed his warrant to a friend of mine. The image of a wicked heinous fault |