Act IV, Scene 1
Northampton. A room in the castle.
- Enter Hubert and Executioners.
Hubert de Burgh1 - 5
- 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.
- I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
Hubert de Burgh7 - 8
- Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you. Look to’t.
- Exeunt Executioners.
- Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
- Enter Arthur.
- Good morrow, Hubert.
Hubert de Burgh10
- Good morrow, little prince.
Arthur11 - 12
- As little prince, having so great a title
- To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
Hubert de Burgh13
- Indeed I have been merrier.
Arthur14 - 26
- Mercy on me!
- Methinks nobody should be sad but I.
- Yet I remember, when I was in France,
- Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
- Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
- So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
- I should be as merry as the day is long;
- And so I would be here, but that I doubt
- My uncle practices more harm to me.
- 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.
Hubert de Burgh27 - 29
- If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
- He will awake my mercy, which lies dead;
- Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch.
Arthur30 - 33
- Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale today.
- 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 do me.
Hubert de Burgh34 - 40
- His words do take possession of my bosom.—
- Read here, young Arthur.
- Showing a paper.
- How now, foolish rheum?
- Turning dispiteous torture out of door?
- 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?
Arthur41 - 42
- Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
- Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
Hubert de Burgh43
- Young boy, I must.
- And will you?
Hubert de Burgh45
- And I will.
Arthur46 - 63
- Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
- I knit my handkercher 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 lien still,
- And ne’er have spoke a loving word to you;
- But you at your sick service had a prince.
- Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
- And call it cunning. Do, and if you will;
- If heaven be pleas’d that you must use me ill,
- Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes,
- These eyes that never did nor never shall
- So much as frown on you?
Hubert de Burgh64 - 65
- I have sworn to do it;
- And with hot irons must I burn them out.
Arthur66 - 76
- 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 if an angel should have come to me
- And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
- I would not have believ’d him—no tongue but Hubert’s.
Hubert de Burgh77 - 78
- Come forth.
- Enter Executioners with a cord, irons, etc.
- Do as I bid you do.
Arthur79 - 80
- O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out
- Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hubert de Burgh81
- Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arthur82 - 90
- Alas, what need you be so boist’rous-rough?
- I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
- For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!
- Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
- And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
- I will not stir, nor winch, nor speak a word,
- Nor look upon the iron angerly.
- Thrust but these men away, and I’ll forgive you,
- What ever torment you do put me to.
Hubert de Burgh91
- Go stand within; let me alone with him.
- I am best pleas’d to be from such a deed.
- Exeunt Executioners.
Arthur93 - 96
- 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 yours.
Hubert de Burgh97
- Come, boy, prepare yourself.
- Is there no remedy?
Hubert de Burgh99
- None, but to lose your eyes.
Arthur100 - 104
- O heaven! That there were but a mote in yours,
- A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
- Any annoyance in that precious sense!
- Then feeling what small things are boisterous there,
- Your vild intent must needs seem horrible.
Hubert de Burgh105
- Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue.
Arthur106 - 113
- 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;
- 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!
- Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
- And would not harm me.
Hubert de Burgh114
- I can heat it, boy.
Arthur115 - 120
- 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.
Hubert de Burgh121
- But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arthur122 - 130
- 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.
Hubert de Burgh131 - 134
- Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye
- For all the treasure that thine uncle owes.
- Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy,
- With this same very iron to burn them out.
Arthur135 - 136
- O now you look like Hubert! All this while
- You were disguis’d.
Hubert de Burgh137 - 142
- Peace; no more. Adieu.
- Your uncle must not know but you are dead.
- I’ll fill these dogged spies with false reports;
- And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure
- That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
- Will not offend thee.
- O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
Hubert de Burgh144 - 145
- Silence, no more. Go closely in with me;
- Much danger do I undergo for thee.