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O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Pan. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Con. Thou art not holy to belie me so ;
K. Phil. Bind up those tresses.
Con. O, father Cardinal, I have heard you say,
Pan. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Con. Grief fills the room up of iny absent child,
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? Pan. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life,
But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Pan. O, sir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies: and then the hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him.
[Exeunt the CARDINAL and LEWIS.
ACT THE FOURTH.
A Room in a Castle.
Enter HUBERT, with Irons in his Hand, and Twe
Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look thou
stand Within the arras : when I strike
foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; And bind the boy, which you shall find with me: Be heedful :-hence, and watch,
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed, Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you :-look to't.
[Exeunt EXECUTIONERS. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince,) as may be.—You are sad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. 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
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.Read here, young Arthur. - [Gives him a Warrant. How now, foolish rheum ! 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?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
Hub, Young boy, I must,
Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did
but ache, I knit
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 lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you
sick service had a prince.
Hub, I have sworn to do it;
Arth. And if an angel should have come to me,
bert's. Hub. Come forth.
[HUBERT stamps, and the EXECUTIONERS
enter with the Irons and Cords. Do as I bid you, Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are
out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;