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, Even in the matter of mine innocence: But for containing fire to harm mine eye. And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believed no tongue, but Hubert's. (Stamps.) Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with cords, irons, &c. Do as I bid you do. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, 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. 1 Attend. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. [Exeunt Attendants. 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 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. 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; Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on. That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes 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. O heaven!-I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me; Much danger do I undergo for thee. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT. [Exeunt. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to-night: Four fixéd; and the fifth did whirl about The other four, in wondrous motion. K. John. Five moons? Hub. Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears! Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? Thy hand hath murdered him: I had mighty cause To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not provoke me? K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life: And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when perchance, it frowns More upon humour than advised respect. Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature marked, Quoted, and signed, to do a deed of shame, Finding thee fit for bloody villany, Apt, liable, to be employed in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. Hub. My lord, K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposéd; Or turned an eye of doubt upon my face As bid me tell my tale in express words; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me: And didst in signs again parley with sin; Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, And, consequently, thy rude hand to act The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name. My nobles leave me; and my state is braved, Nay, in the body of this fleshly land, This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers, Throw this report on their incenséd rage, And make them tame to their obedience! [Exeunt. |