Page 201 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

These eyes that never did nor never shall
So much as frown on you.

HUBERT
I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

ARTHUR
An, none but in this iron age would do it! [60]

The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
And quench this fiery indignation
Even in the matter of mine innocence;

Nay, after that, consume away in rust, [65]
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer’d iron?
And 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 [70]
But Hubert’s.

HUBERT
Come forth!

[Stamps.]
The Executioners come forth, with a cord, irons, etc.
Do as I bid you do.

ARTHUR
O, 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.

ARTHUR
Alas, what need you be so boist’rous-rough? [75]
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.