Act 4 - Scene 1
A room in a castle.
Enter HUBERT and Executioners
Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand
Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of
the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence,
I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Good morrow, Hubert.
Good morrow, little prince.
As little prince, having so great a title
To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.
Indeed, I have been merrier.
Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison and kept
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.
[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be
sudden and dispatch.
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.
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