Hub. Come forth, Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, 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. 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 Executioners. Arth. Alas, I then have chid away my friend! 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, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, And would not harm me. 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 has blown his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy, That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Hub. 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. Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while You were disguised. Hub. Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence; no more: go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt. SECOND PART OF "KING HENRY IV." [1597-98.] How many thousands of my poorest subjects That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them And in the calmest and most stillest night, ... O God! that one might read the book of fate, Make mountains level, and the continent, Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. FROM "KING HENRY V." [1599.] ACT III. SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; Cry God for Harry, England, and Saint George!' FROM "KING HENRY V." [1599.] ACT IV. SCENE III. The English camp. Two Characters.-WESTMORELAND and the KING. West. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? |