the stock of Rollo, and re-united to the crown of France. Im. mediately all the rest of the provinces which he held on the Continent, except a part of Guienne, despairing of his protection, and abhorring his government, threw themselves into the hands of Philip. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet; I had a thing to say,—but let it go: Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick, Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; K. John. And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee. SCENE II.-HUBERT and Two ATTENDANTS. 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, First Attend. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. [Exeunt ATTENDANTS, Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR, Good morrow, little prince. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I : No, indeed, is 't not; And I would to heaven [Aside. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day; In sooth, I would you were a little sick, 3 That I might sit all night, and watch with you, I warrant I love you more than you do me. Hub. 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 Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Arth. Hub. [Aside. And will you? And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my hand-kercher 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; Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must,-Will you put out mine eyes? 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! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence; Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron? And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believ'd him. No tongue but Hubert's— Hub. Come forth. Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with Cords, Irons, &c. Do as I bid you do. [Stamps. 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. I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. [Exeunt ATTENDANTS. Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :- Give life to yours. Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven !—that there were but a mote in yours, |