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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 ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:

Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ?
Hub. Young boy, I must.

And will you ?

And I will.
Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake,

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

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 lain still,
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 pleas'd 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 ?

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,
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 believ'd him No tongue but Hubert's


Hub. Come forth. (Stamps.)

Re-enter Attendants, with Cords, Irons, fc.

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 boist'rous 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;
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.
Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
1 Attend. I am best pleas’d to be from such a deed.

The Attendants go out.
Arth. 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.

Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Arth. Is there no remedy?

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 boist'rous there,

Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
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 !
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
So I may keep mine eyes. 0, spare mine eyes;
Though to no use, but still to look on you !
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,

And would not har

I can heat it, boy.


Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief,

Being create for comfort, to be us'd
In undeserv'd extremes : see else yourself;
There is no malice in this burning coal ;
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,

And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arth. And 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

which fierce fire and iron extends,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.
Hub. Well, see to live ; I will not touch thine eyes

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.

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,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,

Will not offend thee.

O heaven !—I thank thee, Hubert. Hub. Silence; no more : Go closely in with me,

Much danger do I undergo for thee.--Shakespeare.



Antony. FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ;

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus

Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men ;)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff ;
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitions ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Yet he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause ;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,

And I must pause till it come back to me.
1 Citizen. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter,

Cæsar has had great wrong. 3 Cit.

Has he, masters ? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take the crown;

Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might

Have stood against the world : now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar,
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,)
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

Unto their issue.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it

It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar,
It will inflame you, it will make you

mad :
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ;

For if you should, 0, what would come of it! 4 Cit. Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; you shall read us

the will ; Cæsar's will.
Ant. Will you be patient ? Will you stay a while ?

I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the honourable men

Whose daggers have stabb’d Cæsar: I do fear it. 4 Cit. They were traitors! Honourable men! Cit. The will! the testament ! 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will I read the will ! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ?

Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar,
And let me show you him that made the will.

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