That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; So be it, for it cannot be but so. 140 Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall? Pand. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green you are and fresh in this old world! John lays you plots; the times conspire with you; For he that steeps his safety in true blood Of all his people and freeze up their zeal, 150 That none so small advantage shall step forth To check his reign, but they will cherish it; No natural exhalation in the sky, No scope of nature, no distemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors, prodigies and signs, Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. Lew. May be he will not touch young Arthur's life, 160 But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Pand. 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, bridge you 170 Is now in England, ransacking the church, What may be wrought out of their discontent, Now that their souls are topful of offense. 180 For England go: I will whet on the king. Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go: If you say aye, the king will not say no. [Exeunt. 176. "A little snow"; Bacon, in his History of Henry VII, speaking of Simnel's march, observes that their snowball did not gather as it went.-H. N. H. 182. "strong actions," so Folios 2, 3, 4. Folio 1 misprints "strange actions."-I. G. ACT FOURTH SCENE I A room in a castle. Enter Hubert and Executioners Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras: when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, And bind the boy which you shall find with me Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch. First 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. Mercy on me! 10 Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, 20 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: In sooth, I would you were a little sick, 31 That I might sit all night and watch with you: I warrant I love you more than do me. you Hub. [Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. 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, I knit my handkercher about your brows, And with my hand at midnight held your head, Or 'What good love may I perform for you?' If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, These eyes that never did nor never shall So much as frown on you. Hub. 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! 60 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; 46. "watchful minutes to the hour," minutes that serve as watches to the hour (succeed one another at regular intervals).—C. H. H. |