Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Thy foot to England's throne; and therefore mark. 130 So be it, for it cannot be but so. Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your May then make all the claim that Arthur did. John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, 128. rub, obstacle. 138. Makes nice of, scruples to seize. 153. exhalation, meteor. 140 150 effect produced within the limits 154. distemper'd, troubled, 1 But they will pluck away his natural cause Lew. May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go: If you say ay, the king will not say no. 169. hurly, uproar, 'hurly burly.' 174. call, a cry used in en [Exeunt. ticing birds. 175. train, allure. 160 170 180 ACT IV. SCENE I. A room in a castle. Enter HUBERT and Executioners. Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras: when I strike my 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. First Exec. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! fear not you look to 't. [Exeunt Executioners. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR. Good morrow, little prince. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Mercy on me! Arth. 2. Within the arras, i.e. behind the tapestry. 16. Only for wantonness, for a mere freak. ΙΟ 16. my christendom, my faith as a Christian. And so I would be here, but that I doubt Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? No, indeed, is 't not; and I would to heaven He will awake my mercy which lies dead : Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale In sooth, I would you were a little sick, Hub. [Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. [Aside] How now, foolish rheum! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. Hub. And will you? And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows, And with my hand at midnight held your head, 20 30 40 19. doubt, fear. 34. dispiteous, pitiless. And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?' Or 'What good love may I perform for you?' If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, 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 ; Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron? And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, Hubert's. Hub. Come forth. 46. watchful minutes to the hour, minutes that serve as watches to the hour (succeed one another at regular intervals). [Stamps. 50 60 70 47. Still and anon, ever and anon. 50. lien, lain. 52. sick service, service in sickness. |