ACT FOURTH. Scene I. A room in a castle. Enter Hubert and Executioners. Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, [Exeunt Executioners. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter Arthur. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Good morrow, little prince. ΙΟ Hub. Arth. Mercy on me! 20 He is afraid of me and I of him: Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? No, indeed, is 't not; and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hub. [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. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: 30 That I might sit all night and watch with you: I warrant I love you more than you do me. Hub. [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! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. Hub. And will you? And I will. 40 Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache The best I had, a princess wrought it me, And with my hand at midnight held your head, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?' Hub. Many a poor man's son would have lien still If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, So much as frown on you. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. 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? And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, 50 60 I would not have believed him,-no tongue but Hubert's. Hub. Come forth. 70 [Stamps. Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c. Do as I bid you do. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out |