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(The best I had, a princess wrought it me),
And with my hand at midnight held your head; 50
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Or, What good love may I perform for you ?
Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it!”
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Hub. Come forth; do as I bid you do. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me ! my eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. 79 Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Arth. Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound 1 Nay, hear me, Hubert I 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. Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 9o Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. [Exeunt. Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend; He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to your’s. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. Is there no remedy ? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven l—that there were but a moth in your’s, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandring hair, loo Any annoyance in that precious sense I Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hub. Hub. Is this your promise go to, hold your tongue. Arth. 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 I 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 ! 11o Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, And would not harm me. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd 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. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. 120 Arth. 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 dog, that is compell'd to fight, Snatch 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. Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : 131 Gij Yet
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
SCENE II. The Court of England. Enter King John, PEMB Roke, - SALISBURY, and other Lords.
R. john. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd, And look’d upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Pemb.. 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; 15o Fresh expectation troubled not the land, With any long'd-for change, or better state. ... Sal.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title 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. 16o Pemb. But that your royal pleasure must be done, This ačt is as an ancient tale new told ; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable. Sal. 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, 170 For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. Pemb. 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 the 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. Sal. 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; 18 G i ij Since