8. Beyond the wild, dark-heaving sea, A welcomer and dearer shore: There hands, and hearts, and souls are twined, J. G. PERCIVAL. 148. FROM THE TRAGEDY' OF KING JOHN. [King John instigates Hubert to assassinate Arthur Plantagenet, nephew of the king, and rightful heir of the crown of England, usurped by John.] K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh2 There is a soul counts thee her creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: Hubert. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yět: But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, 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, 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: 'Tråg' e dy, a poem prepared for the stage, representing some action having a fatal end; an event in which human lives are lost by human violence.—2 Wall of flesh, the body.—3 Vål' un ta ry, willing.—a Wanton (won' tun), sportive; frolicsome. Gauds, showy things to attract attention; ornaments.- Aud' i ence, act of hearing; a hearing. 6 If this same were a church-yard where we stand, Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick,— Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, 2 Hubert. So well, that what you bid me undertake, K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst ?— And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me :-Dost thou understand me?— I could be merry, now :-Hubert, I love thee Well. I'll not say what I intend for thee: 'Melancholy (mêl' an kôl f), gloom of mind; depression of spirits.Troth, truth; belief.-3 Ad' junct, joined to, or united with. 149. FROM THE TRAGEDY OF KING JOHN-CONTINUED. [Interview of Hubert with Arthur, in which Hubert purposes to fulfill the murderous commission described in the preceding exercise, on which he was sent by King John.] 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 förth, And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, 1 Attendant. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. [Attendants retire. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter Arthur. Good-morrow, little prince. Arthur. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hubert. Arthur. As little prince (having so great a title. To be more prince) as may be.-You are sad. Hubert. Indeed, I have been merrier. Mercy on me! Arthur. No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hubert. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: 1 Ar' ras, tapestry; hangings of tapestry, made first at Arras, in France. Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Aside. 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. I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Hubert. His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How now, fool ish rheum!' Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Arthur. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Arthur. Hubert. And will you? And I will. [Aside. Arthur. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache I knit my handkerchief 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; Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, So much as frown on you? Hubert. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. 1 1 Rheum (rom), tears.- Dis plt' e ous, malicious; furious. Arthur. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, consume away in rust, Reenter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c. Do as I bid you do. [Stamps Arthur. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hubert. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. 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, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hubert. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. Arthur. Alas! I then have chid away my friend: He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:— 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, 'The two negatives in this line are a poetic license. |