I warrant I loue you more then you do me
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome.
Reade heere yong Arthur. How now foolish rheume?
Turning dispitious torture out of doore?
I must be breefe, least resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares.
Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?
Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect, Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?
Hub. Yong Boy, I must
Art. And will you?
Hub. And I will
Art. Haue you the heart? When your head did but ake, I knit my hand-kercher about your browes (The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me) And I did neuer aske it you againe: And with my hand, at midnight held your head; And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre, Still and anon cheer"d vp the heauy time; Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe?
Or what good loue may I performe for you?
Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still, And nere haue spoke a louing word to you: But you, at your sicke seruice had a Prince: Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue, And call it cunning. Do, and if you will, If heauen be pleas"d that you must vse me ill, Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer shall So much as frowne on you
Hub. I haue sworne to do it: And with hot Irons must I burne them out
Ar. Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would do it: The Iron of it selfe, though heate red hot, Approaching neere these eyes, would drinke my teares, And quench this fierie indignation, Euen in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, consume away in rust, But for containing fire to harme mine eye: Are you more stubborne hard, then hammer"d Iron?
And if an Angell should haue come to me, And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not haue beleeu"d him: no tongue but Huberts
Hub. Come forth: Do as I bid you do
Art. O saue me Hubert, saue me: my eyes are out Euen with the fierce lookes of these b.l.o.o.d.y men
Hub. Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere
Art. Alas, what neede you be so boistrous rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone still: For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound: Nay heare me Hubert, driue these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe.
I will not stirre, nor winch, nor speake a word, Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly: Thrust but these men away, and Ile forgiue you, What euer torment you do put me too
Hub. Go stand within: let me alone with him
Exec. I am best pleas"d to be from such a deede
Art. Alas, I then haue chid away my friend, He hath a sterne looke, but a gentle heart: Let him come backe, that his compa.s.sion may Giue life to yours
Hub. Come (Boy) prepare your selfe
Art. Is there no remedie?
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes
Art. O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours, A graine, a dust, a gnat, a wandering haire, Any annoyance in that precious sense: Then feeling what small things are boysterous there, Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible
Hub. Is this your promise? Go too, hold your toong
Art. Hubert, the vtterance of a brace of tongues, Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes: Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert, Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue, So I may keepe mine eyes. O spare mine eyes, Though to no vse, but still to looke on you.
Loe, by my troth, the Instrument is cold, And would not harme me
Hub. I can heate it, Boy
Art. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with griefe, Being create for comfort, to be vs"d In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe, There is no malice in this burning cole, The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out, And strew"d repentant ashes on his head
Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy
Art. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes: And, like a dogge that is compell"d to fight, s.n.a.t.c.h at his Master that doth tarre him on.
All things that you should vse to do me wrong Deny their office: onely you do lacke That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses
Hub. Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye, For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes, Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy, With this same very Iron, to burne them out
Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while You were disguis"d
Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu, Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead.
Ile fill these dogged Spies with false reports: And, pretty childe, sleepe doubtlesse, and secure, That Hubert for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee
Art. O heauen! I thanke you Hubert
Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with mee, Much danger do I vndergo for thee.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Iohn, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lordes.
Iohn. Heere once againe we sit: once against crown"d And look"d vpon, I hope, with chearefull eyes
Pem. This once again (but that your Highnes pleas"d) Was once superfluous: you were Crown"d before, And that high Royalty was nere pluck"d off: The faiths of men, nere stained with reuolt: Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long"d-for-change, or better State
Sal. Therefore, to be possess"d with double pompe, To guard a t.i.tle, that was rich before; To gilde refined Gold, to paint the Lilly; To throw a perfume on the Violet, To smooth the yce, or adde another hew Vnto the Raine-bow; or with Taper-light To seeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garnish, Is wastefull, and ridiculous excesse
Pem. But that your Royall pleasure must be done, This acte, is as an ancient tale new told, And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being vrged at a time vnseasonable
Sal. In this the Anticke, and well noted face Of plaine old forme, is much disfigured, And like a shifted winde vnto a saile, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about, Startles, and frights consideration: Makes sound opinion sicke, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion"d robe
Pem. When Workemen striue to do better then wel, They do confound their skill in couetousnesse, And oftentimes excusing of a fault, Doth make the fault the worse by th" excuse: As patches set vpon a little breach, Discredite more in hiding of the fault, Then did the fault before it was so patch"d
Sal. To this effect, before you were new crown"d We breath"d our Councell: but it pleas"d your Highnes To ouer-beare it, and we are all well pleas"d, Since all, and euery part of what we would Doth make a stand, at what your Highnesse will
Ioh. Some reasons of this double Corronation I haue possest you with, and thinke them strong.
And more, more strong, then lesser is my feare I shall indue you with: Meane time, but aske What you would haue reform"d, that is not well, And well shall you perceiue, how willingly I will both heare, and grant you your requests
Pem. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts, Both for my selfe, and them: but chiefe of all Your safety: for the which, my selfe and them Bend their best studies, heartily request Th" infranchis.e.m.e.nt of Arthur, whose restraint Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent To breake into this dangerous argument.
If what in rest you haue, in right you hold, Why then your feares, which (as they say) attend The steppes of wrong, should moue you to mew vp Your tender kinsman, and to choake his dayes With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth The rich aduantage of good exercise, That the times enemies may not haue this To grace occasions: let it be our suite, That you haue bid vs aske his libertie, Which for our goods, we do no further aske, Then, whereupon our weale on you depending, Counts it your weale: he haue his liberty.
Enter Hubert.
Iohn. Let it be so: I do commit his youth To your direction: Hubert, what newes with you?
Pem. This is the man should do the b.l.o.o.d.y deed: He shew"d his warrant to a friend of mine, The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye: that close aspect of his, Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest, And I do fearefully beleeue "tis done, What we so fear"d he had a charge to do