England. A castle
Enter HUBERT and EXECUTIONERS
HUBERT. 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.
EXECUTIONER. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
HUBERT. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you. Look to"t.
Exeunt EXECUTIONERS Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Enter ARTHUR
ARTHUR. Good morrow, Hubert.
HUBERT. Good morrow, little Prince.
ARTHUR. As little prince, having so great a tide To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
HUBERT. Indeed I have been merrier.
ARTHUR. Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I; Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my christendom, So I were out of prison and kept sheep, I should be as merry as the day is long; And so I would be here but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me; He is afraid of me, and I of him.
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey"s son?
No, indeed, ist not; and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.
HUBERT. [Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead; Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.
ARTHUR. 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.
HUBERT. [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.- Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?
ARTHUR. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
HUBERT. Young boy, I must.
ARTHUR. And will you?
HUBERT. And I will.
ARTHUR. Have 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 lyen 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, an if you will.
If heaven be pleas"d that you must 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?
HUBERT. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out.
ARTHUR. 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; Nay, after that, consume away in rust But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer"d iron?
An if an angel should have come to me And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ"d him-no tongue but Hubert"s.
HUBERT. [Stamps] Come forth.
Re-enter EXECUTIONERS, With cord, irons, etc.
Do as I bid you do.
ARTHUR. O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these b.l.o.o.d.y men.
HUBERT. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
ARTHUR. Alas, what need you be so boist"rous rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heaven 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, Nor look upon the iron angrily; Thrust but these men away, and I"ll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
HUBERT. Go, stand within; let me alone with him.
EXECUTIONER. I am best pleas"d to be from such a deed.
Exeunt EXECUTIONERS ARTHUR. Alas, I then have chid away my friend!
He hath a stern look but a gentle heart.
Let him come back, that his compa.s.sion may Give life to yours.
HUBERT. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
ARTHUR. Is there no remedy?
HUBERT. None, but to lose your eyes.
ARTHUR. 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.
HUBERT. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue.
ARTHUR. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes.
Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert; Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes. O, spare mine eyes, Though to no use but still to look on you!
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold And would not harm me.
HUBERT. I can heat it, boy.
ARTHUR. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us"d In undeserved extremes. See else yourself: There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strew"d repentant ashes on his head.
HUBERT. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
ARTHUR. An 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 dog 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 use to do me wrong Deny their office; only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
HUBERT. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
Yet I am sworn, and I did purpose, boy, With this same very iron to burn them out.
ARTHUR. O, now you look like Hubert! All this while You were disguis"d.
HUBERT. Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead: I"ll fill these dogged spies with false reports; And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee.
ARTHUR. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
HUBERT. Silence; no more. Go closely in with me.
Much danger do I undergo for thee. Exeunt
SCENE 2.
England. KING JOHN"S palace
Enter KING JOHN, PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and other LORDS
KING JOHN. Here once again we sit, once again crown"d, And look"d upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes.
PEMBROKE. This once again, but that your Highness pleas"d, Was once superfluous: you were crown"d before, And that high royalty was ne"er pluck"d off, The faiths of men ne"er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land With any long"d-for change or better state.
SALISBURY. Therefore, to be possess"d with double pomp, To guard a t.i.tle 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 Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
PEMBROKE. 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.
SALISBURY. In this the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured; And like a shifted wind unto a sail It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about, Startles and frights consideration, Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion"d robe.
PEMBROKE. 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 th" excuse, As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch"d.
SALISBURY. To this effect, before you were new-crown"d, We breath"d our counsel; but it pleas"d your Highness To overbear it; and we are all well pleas"d, Since all and every part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your Highness will.
KING JOHN. Some reasons of this double coronation I have possess"d you with, and think them strong; And more, more strong, when lesser is my fear, I shall indue you with. Meantime but ask What you would have reform"d that is not well, And well shall you perceive how willingly I will both hear and grant you your requests.
PEMBROKE. Then I, as one that am the tongue of these, To sound the purposes of all their hearts, Both for myself and them- but, chief of all, Your safety, for the which myself and them Bend their best studies, heartily request Th" enfranchis.e.m.e.nt of Arthur, whose restraint Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent To break into this dangerous argument: If what in rest you have in right you hold, Why then your fears-which, as they say, attend The steps of wrong-should move you to mew up Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth The rich advantage of good exercise?