[Pandulph.] 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 Go with me to the king. [Lewis.] Ay, let us go: Strong reasons make strong actions, Cardi'nal. Come JOHN'S INSTIGATION OF HIS SERVANTS TO MURDER ARTHUR; THE PRETENCE OF HIS DEATH; AND OTHER CIRCUMSTANCES CONNECTED WITH THAT PRINCE'S HISTORY; REPRESENTED BY SCENES IMAGINED TO TAKE PLACE AT THE COURT OF KING JOHN, AND IN THE CASTLE WHERE THE PRINCE WAS CONFINED. HISTORICAL MEMORANDUM. While Arthur was a prisoner in Normandy, the king first proposed to one in attendance on his own person to despatch the young prince, but the man refused. Another was found less scrupulous, and sent with proper orders to the Continent; but Hubert de Bourg, constable of the castle in which the prince was confined, feigning that he would execute the mandate, sent back the assassin, and spread a report that the prince was dead. The speakers in the following scene are King John and Hubert. We are to suppose that Prince Arthur has recently been taken prisoner, and that he is standing in the back-ground, or at some little distance, in company with various persons of John's party. [John.] Come hither, Hubert.-O, my gentle Hubert, [Hubert.] I am much bounden to your majesty. [John.] Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so, yet; But thou shalt have: and creep time ne'er so slow, C Yet it shall come for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say, but let it go: The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gauds To give me audience. If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed of a thousand wrongs ;— Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, or harmful sound of words,— Then, in despite of broad-ey'd watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But ah! I will not :-yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lov'st me well. [Hubert.] So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven I'd do't. [John.] Do I not know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He is before me: dost thou understand? Thou art his keeper. [Hubert.] And I'll keep him so That he shall not offend your Majesty. [John.] Death! [Hubert.] My lord? [John.] A grave! [Hubert.] He shall not live. [John.] Enough. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee! We must imagine an interval of time, and a change of place, before we listen to the following scene. Hubert, in the interior gloom of a castle, is giving directions to two men, his creatures. When they have quitted him, he summons Prince Arthur. [Hubert.] Heat me these irons hot, and look ye stand Within the arras: when I strike my foot [Hubert.] 'Morrow, little prince. [Arthur.] As little prince, having so great a title Methinks, nobody should be sad but I. [Hubert.] If I talk to him, with his inno'cent prate [Arthur.] Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: [Hubert.] His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. How now, I must be brief, lest resolution drop foolish drops? Out at mine eyes in tender womaʼnish tears. [Arthur.] Too fairly, Hubert: but you will not do 't? [Hubert.] Young boy, I must. [Arthur.] Must you put out mine eyes, These eyes that never did, and never shall So much as frown on you? [Hubert.] I am sworn to 't, And with hot irons must I burn them out. [Arthur.] An if an angel had come down from heaven And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes I would not have believ'd :-no tongue but Hubert's. [Hubert.] Come forth, I say, and do as I have bid you. [Arthur.] Save me, save me, Hubert: my eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of those bloody men. [Hubert.] Give me the iro'n, I say, and bind him here. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Drive but the men away,—I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to. [Hubert.] Go stand within; let me alone with him. [Arthur.] There's one that says he hates to do the deed: If so, I then have chid away a friend : Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours. [Hubert.] Come, boy, prepare yourself. [Arthur.] Is there no remedy? [Hubert.] None but to lose your eyes. [Arthur.] O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, [Hubert.] Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue. [Arthur.] Nay, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, So I may keep mine eyes: 0 spare mine eyes, [Hubert.] I can heat it, boy. [Arthur.] And if you did, you would but make it blush And glow with shame. All things that you should use Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy which e'en fire and iro'n extend: [Hubert.] I will not touch thine eyes, For all the treasure that thine uncle has. [Arthur.] O, now you look like Hubert: all this while You were disguis❜d. [Hubert.] Peace! no more! be still! Your uncle must not know but you are dead. |