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INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE.
When two questions are connected by the disjunctive or, the first usually has the rising, and the second the falling inflection.
Did he say goodness, or wisdom?
Shall we in your person crówn the author of the public calamities, or shall we destroy him?
Prince Arthur Hubert
(Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.)
Hubert. HEAT me these irons hot; and look thou stand
And bind the boy, which you shall find with me,
First Attendant. I hope your warrant will bear out
Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you look to 't.(Exeunt Attendants.) Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. (Enter ARTHUR.)
To be more prince) as may be.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
Methinks nobody should be sad but I:
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
Is it my fault that I were Geoffrey's son?
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. 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.
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! (Aside.)
Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Out at mine eyes, in tender, womanish tears.
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
Arth. And will you?
Hub. And I will.
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows,
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief?
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:
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron?
An if an angel should have come to me
(Reënter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c.)
Do as I bid you.
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. Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angrily;
Hub. Go stand within; let me alone with him.
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.
Arth. 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,
Hub. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue. Arth. 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!
Hub. I can heat it, boy.
Arth. 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 hath blown its spirit out,
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert;
That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,
Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes,
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while You were disguised.
Hub. Peace: no more: adieu !
Your uncle must not know but you are dead:
Arth. O Heaven! -I thank you, Hubert.
INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE.
RULE V. Whenever a sentence requires the tones of mockery, sarcasm, or irony, the circumflex or wave should be used.
Queen. Hamlet, you have your father much offended.