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- $Title{King John: Act IV, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00550.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING JOHN
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE I: A room in a castle.
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- {Enter HUBERT and Executioners.}
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- HUBERT: 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.
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- First Executioner: I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
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- HUBERT: Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
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- [Exeunt Executioners.]
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- Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
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- {Enter ARTHUR.}
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- ARTHUR: Good morrow, Hubert.
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- HUBERT: Good morrow, little prince.
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- ARTHUR: As little prince, having so great a title 10
- To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
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- HUBERT: Indeed, I have been merrier.
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- ARTHUR: Mercy on me!
- Methinks no body 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 practises more harm to me: 20
- 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.
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- HUBERT: [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.
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- ARTHUR: 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: 30
- I warrant I love you more than you do me.
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- HUBERT: [Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.
- Read here, young Arthur.
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- [Showing a paper.]
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- [Aside.]
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- 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?
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- ARTHUR: Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
- Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
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- HUBERT: Young boy, I must.
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- ARTHUR: And will you?
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- HUBERT: And I will. 40
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- ARTHUR: Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
- I knit my handercher 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 50
- 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, an if you will:
- If heaven be pleased 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.
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- HUBERT: I have sworn to do it;
- And with hot irons must I burn them out.
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- ARTHUR: 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;
- Nay, after that, consume away in rust
- But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
- Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?
- An if an angel should have come to me
- And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
- I would not have believed him,--no tongue but
- Hubert's. 70
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- HUBERT: Come forth.
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- [Stamps.]
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- [Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, &c.]
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- Do as I bid you do.
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- ARTHUR: O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
- Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
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- HUBERT: Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
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- ARTHUR: Alas, what need you be so boisterous-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; 80
- I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
- Nor look upon the iron angerly:
- Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
- Whatever torment you do put me to.
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- HUBERT: Go, stand within; let me alone with him.
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- First Executioner: I am best pleased to be from such a deed.
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- [Exeunt Executioners.]
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- ARTHUR: 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.
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- HUBERT: Come, boy, prepare yourself. 90
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- ARTHUR: Is there no remedy?
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- HUBERT: None, but to lose your eyes.
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- ARTHUR: 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 vile intent must needs seem horrible.
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- HUBERT: Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.
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- ARTHUR: 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; 100
- 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 truth, the instrument is cold
- And would not harm me.
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- HUBERT: I can heat it, boy.
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- ARTHUR: No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,
- Being create for comfort, to be used
- In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;
- There is no malice in this burning coal;
- The breath of heaven has blown his spirit out 110
- And strew'd repentent ashes on his head.
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- HUBERT: But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
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- ARTHUR: An 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, 120
- Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
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- HUBERT: 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.
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- ARTHUR: O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
- You were disguised.
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- HUBERT: 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, 130
- That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
- Will not offend thee.
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- ARTHUR: O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
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- HUBERT: Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
- Much danger do I undergo for thee.
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- [Exeunt.]
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