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1

King John
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1284

[Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT]

2

King John
[III, 2]

King John

1285

Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.

3

King John
[III, 3]

(stage directions)

1293

[Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN,]
QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the BASTARD, HUBERT,
and Lords]

4

King John
[III, 3]

King John

1320

Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed
To say what good respect I have of thee.

5

King John
[III, 3]

King John

1359

Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way;
And whereso'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

6

King John
[III, 3]

King John

1372

Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember. Madam, fare you well:
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

7

King John
[III, 3]

King John

1378

For England, cousin, go:
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!

8

King John
[IV, 1]

(stage directions)

1573

[Enter HUBERT and Executioners]

9

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1584

Good morrow, Hubert.

10

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1589

Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
I should be as merry as the day is long;
And so I would be here, but that I doubt
My uncle practises more harm to me:
He is afraid of me and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

11

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1605

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.

12

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1618

Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?

13

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1643

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 believed him,—no tongue but Hubert's.

14

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1658

O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

15

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1661

Alas, what need you be so boisterous-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.

16

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1686

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: O, spare mine eyes.
Though to no use but still to look on you!
Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold
And would not harm me.

17

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1702

An 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
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.

18

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1715

O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised.

19

King John
[IV, 1]

Hubert de Burgh

1717

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.

20

King John
[IV, 1]

Arthur

1723

O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.