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Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you
[Exit ConstanCE. K. Phil. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her.
[Exit KING PHILIP. Lew. There's nothing in this world, can make me
Pan. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pan. If you had won it, certainly you had. , John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be, That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest: That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall.
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pan. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's
life, But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pan. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him.
[Exeunt the CARDINAL and LEWIS.
ACT THE FOURTH.
A Room in a Castle,
Enter Hubert, with Irons in his Hand, and Two
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:Be heedful :-hence, and watch,
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you :-look
[Exeunt ExecUTIONERS. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with
Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth, Mercy on me!
Hub. If l-talk to him, with his innocent prate
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. His words do take possession of my bosom.Read here, young Arthur. [Gives him a Warrant. How now, foolish rheum ! 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 :
Hub, Young boy, I must.
you the heart? When your head did but ache, 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 you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it, cunning: Do, and if you will: If Heaven be pleas’d that you inust 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;
Arth. And if an angel should have come to me,
bert's. Hub. Come forth.
[Hubert stamps, and the ExecutIONERS
enter with the Irons and Cords. Do as I bid you. 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.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Hub, Go, stand within; let me alone with him.
[Exeunt ExECUTIONERS. Arth. Alas! I then have chid
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
tongue. Arth. Let me not hold my tongue; let me not,
Hub. 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, And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert, Hub. I will not touch thine eyes,