Heat me these irons hot, and look thou stand

4.1.21572Within the arras. When I strike my foot

4.1.31573Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth

4.1.41574And bind the boy which you shall find with me

4.1.51575Fast to the chair. Be heedful. Hence, and watch.

I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.

Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you. Look too't.

4.1.81578Young lad come forth. I have to say with you.

Good morrow Hubert.

Good morrow Hubert. Good morrow little prince.

As little prince, having so great a title

4.1.111583To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.

Indeed I have been merrier.

Indeed I have been merrier. Mercy on me!

4.1.131586Methinks nobody should be sad but I.

4.1.141587Yet I remember, when I was in France,

4.1.151588Young gentlemen would be as sad as night

4.1.161589Only for wantonness. By my christendom,

4.1.171590So I were out of prison and kept sheep,

4.1.181591I should be as merry as the day is long;

4.1.191592And so I would be here but that I doubt

4.1.201593My uncle practices more harm to me.

4.1.211594He is afraid of me, and I of him.

4.1.221595Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey's son?

4.1.231596No indeed is't not; and I would to heaven

4.1.241597I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate

4.1.261599He will awake my mercy, which lies dead.

4.1.271600Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

Are you sick Hubert? You look pale today.

4.1.291602In sooth I would you were a little sick

4.1.301603That I might sit all night and watch with you.

4.1.311604I warrant I love you more than you do me.

[Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.

4.1.331606Read here young Arthur. [Aside] How now, foolish rheum?

4.1.341607Turning dispiteous torture out of door?

4.1.351608I must be brief, lest resolution drop

4.1.361609Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.

4.1.371610Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?

Too fairly Hubert, for so foul effect.

4.1.391612Must you with hot irons, burn out both mine eyes?

Young boy, I must.

Young boy, I must. And will you?

Young boy, I must. And will you? And I will.

Have you the heart? When your head did but 1617ache,

4.1.421618I knit my handkerchief about your brows --

4.1.431619The best I had, a princess wrought it me --

4.1.441620And I did never ask it you again.

4.1.451621And with my hand at midnight held your head,

4.1.461622And like the watchful minutes to the hour

4.1.471623Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,

4.1.481624Saying, "What lack you?" and "Where lies your grief?"

4.1.491625Or "What good love may I perform for you?"

4.1.501626Many a poor man's son would have lain still

4.1.511627And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you,

4.1.521628But you at your sick service had a prince.

4.1.531629Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,

4.1.541630And call it cunning. Do, an if you will,

4.1.551631If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,

4.1.561632Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?

4.1.571633These eyes that never did, nor never shall,

4.1.581634So much as frown on you?

I have sworn to do it,

4.1.601636And with hot irons must I burn them out.

Ah, none but in this iron age would do it.

4.1.621638The iron of itself, though heat red hot,

4.1.631639Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears,

4.1.641640And quench his fiery indignation,

4.1.651641Even in the matter of mine innocence;

4.1.661642Nay, after that, consume away in rust,

4.1.671643But for containing fire to harm mine eye.

4.1.681644Are you more stubborn-hard, than hammered iron?

4.1.691645An if an angel should have come to me

4.1.701646And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes

4.1.711647I would not have believed him. No tongue

4.1.72But Hubert's.

But Hubert's. [Stamps his foot] Come forth!

But Hubert's. [Stamps his foot] Come forth! Do as I bid you do.

O, save me Hubert, save me! My eyes are out

4.1.741650Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.

Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?

4.1.771653I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.

4.1.781654For [god's] sake Hubert, let me not be bound.

4.1.791655Nay, hear me Hubert! Drive these men away,

4.1.801656And I will sit as quiet as a lamb.

4.1.811657I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,

4.1.821658Nor look upon the iron angrily.

4.1.831659Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you

4.1.841660Whatever torment you do put me to.

Go stand within. Let me alone with him.

I am best pleased to be from such a deed.

Alas, I then have chid away my friend.

4.1.881664He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart.

4.1.891665Let him come back, that his compassion may

4.1.901666Give life to yours.

Give life to yours. Come, boy, prepare your self.

Is there no remedy?

Is there no remedy? None but to lose your eyes.

O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,

4.1.931671A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,

4.1.941672Any annoyance in that precious sense:

4.1.951673Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there,

4.1.961674Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.

Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue.

Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues

4.1.991677Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes.

4.1.1001678Let me not hold my tongue, let me not Hubert;

4.1.1011679Or Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,

4.1.1021680So I may keep mine eyes. O spare mine eyes,

4.1.1031681Though to no use, but still to look on you.

4.1.1041682Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,

4.1.1051683And would not harm me.

I can heat it, boy.

No, in good sooth. The fire is dead with grief,

4.1.1081686Being create for comfort, to be used

4.1.1091687In undeserved extremes. See else yourself;

4.1.1101688There is no malice in this burning coal.

4.1.1111689The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out

4.1.1121690And strewed repentant ashes on his head.

But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

An if you do, you will but make it blush

4.1.1151693And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert.

4.1.1161694Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes,

4.1.1171695And, like a dog that is compelled to fight,

4.1.1181696Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.

4.1.1191697All things that you should use to do me wrong

4.1.1201698Deny their office: only you do lack

4.1.1211699That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends,

4.1.1221700Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.

Well, see to live. I will not touch thine eye

4.1.1241702For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.

4.1.1251703Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,

4.1.1261704With this same very iron to burn them out.

O, now you look like Hubert. All this while

4.1.1281706You were disguisèd.

You were disguisèd. Peace, no more. Adieu.

4.1.1301708Your uncle must not know but you are dead.

4.1.1311709I'll fill these doggèd spies with false reports;

4.1.1321710And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,

4.1.1331711That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,

4.1.1341712Will not offend thee.

O heaven! I thank you Hubert.

Silence, no more. Go closely in with me.

4.1.1371715Much danger do I undergo for thee.