1571Hub. Heate me these Irons hot, and looke thou stand

1572Within the Arras: when I strike my foot

1573Vpon the bosome of the ground, rush forth

1574And binde the boy, which you shall finde with me

1575Fast to the chaire: be heedfull: hence, and watch.

1576Exec. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.

1577Hub. Vncleanly scruples feare not you: looke too't.

1578Yong Lad come forth; I haue to say with you.

1580Ar. Good morrow Hubert.

1581Hub. Good morrow, little Prince.

1582Ar. As little Prince, hauing so great a Title

1583To be more Prince, as may be: you are sad.

1584Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier.

1585Art. 'Mercie on me:

1586Me thinkes no body should be sad but I:

1587Yet I remember, when I was in France,

1588Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night

1589Onely for wantonnesse: by my Christendome,

1590So I were out of prison, and kept Sheepe

1591I should be as merry as the day is long:

1592And so I would be heere, but that I doubt

1593My Vnckle practises more harme to me:

1594He is affraid of me, and I of him:

1595Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes sonne?

1596No in deede is't not: and I would to heauen

1597I were your sonne, so you would loue me, Hubert:

1598Hub. If I talke to him, with his innocent prate

1599He will awake my mercie, which lies dead:

1600Therefore I will be sodaine, and dispatch.

1601Ar. Are you sicke Hubert? you looke pale today,

1602In sooth I would you were a little sicke,

1603That I might sit all night, and watch with you.

1604I warrant I loue you more then you do me.

1605Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome.

1606Reade heere yong Arthnr. How now foolish rheume?

1607Turning dispitious torture out of doore?

1608I must be breefe, least resolution drop

1609Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares.

1610Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?

1611Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect,

1612Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?

1613Hub. Yong Boy, I must.

1614Art. And will you?

1615Hub. And I will.

1616Art. Haue you the heart? When your head did but

1617 ake,

1618I knit my hand-kercher about your browes

1619(The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me)

1620And I did neuer aske it you againe:

1621And with my hand, at midnight held your head;

1622And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre,

1623Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time;

1624Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe?

1625Or what good loue may I performe for you?

1626Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still,

1627And nere haue spoke a louing word to you:

1628But you, at your sicke seruice had a Prince:

1629Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue,

1630And call it cunning. Do, and if you will,

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1631If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill,

1632Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?

1633These eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer shall

1634So much as frowne on you.

1635Hub. I haue sworne to do it:

1636And with hot Irons must I burne them out.

1637Ar. Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would do it:

1638The Iron of it selfe, though heate red hot,

1639Approaching neere these eyes, would drinke my teares,

1640And quench this fierie indignation,

1641Euen in the matter of mine innocence:

1642Nay, after that, consume away in rust,

1643But for containing fire to harme mine eye:

1644Are you more stubborne hard, then hammer'd Iron?

1645And if an Angell should haue come to me,

1646And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,

1647I would not haue beleeu'd him: no tongue but Huberts.

1648Hub. Come forth: Do as I bid you do.

1649Art. O saue me Hubert, saue me: my eyes are out

1650Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men.

1651Hub. Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere.

1652Art. Alas, what neede you be so boistrous rough?

1653I will not struggle, I will stand stone still:

1654For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound:

1655Nay heare me Hubert, driue these men away,

1656And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe.

1657I will not stirre, nor winch, nor speake a word,

1658Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly:

1659Thrust but these men away, and Ile forgiue you,

1660What euer torment you do put me too.

1661Hub. Go stand within: let me alone with him.

1662Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede.

1663Art. Alas, I then haue chid away my friend,

1664He hath a sterne looke, but a gentle heart:

1665Let him come backe, that his compassion may

1666Giue life to yours.

1667Hub. Come (Boy) prepare your selfe.

1668Art. Is there no remedie?

1669Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.

1670Art. O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours,

1671A graine, a dust, a gnat, a wandering haire,

1672Any annoyance in that precious sense:

1673Then feeling what small things are boysterous there,

1674Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible.

1675Hub. Is this your promise? Go too, hold your toong.

1676Art. Hubert, the vtterance of a brace of tongues,

1677Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes:

1678Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert,

1679Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue,

1680So I may keepe mine eyes. O spare mine eyes,

1681Though to no vse, but still to looke on you.

1682Loe, by my troth, the Instrument is cold,

1683And would not harme me.

1684Hub. I can heate it, Boy.

1685Art. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with griefe,

1686Being create for comfort, to be vs'd

1687In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe,

1688There is no malice in this burning cole,

1689The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out,

1690And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.

1691Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.

1692Art. And if you do, you will but make it blush,

1693And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:

1694Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes:

1695And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight,

1696Snatch at his Master that doth tarre him on.

1697All things that you should vse to do me wrong

1698Deny their office: onely you do lacke

1699That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends,

1700Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses.

1701Hub. Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye,

1702For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes,

1703Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy,

1704With this same very Iron, to burne them out.

1705Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while

1706You were disguis'd.

1707Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,

1708Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead.

1709Ile fill these dogged Spies with false reports:

1710And, pretty childe, sleepe doubtlesse, and secure,

1711That Hubert for the wealth of all the world,

1712Will not offend thee.

1713Art. O heauen! I thanke you Hubert.

1714Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with mee,

1715Much danger do I vndergo for thee. Exeunt