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The life and death of King Iohn. Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner? Dol.
[1455]
As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as your blood. Now heare me speake with a propheticke spirit: For euen the breath of what I meane to speake, Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub
[1460]
Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foote to Englands Throne. And therefore marke: Iohn hath seiz'd Arthur, and it cannot be, That whiles warme life playes in that infants veines, The mis‑plac'd‑ Iohn should entertaine an houre,
[1465]
One minute, nay one quiet breath of rest. A Scepter snatch'd with an vnruly hand, Must be as boysterously maintain'd as gain'd. And he that stands vpon a slipp'ry place, Makes nice of no vilde hold to stay him vp:
[1470]
That Iohn may stand, then Arthur needs must fall, So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Dol. But what shall I gaine by yong Arthurs fall ? Pan. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claime that Arthur did. Dol.
[1475]
And loose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pan. How green you are, and fresh in this old world? Iohn layes you plots: the times conspire with you, For he that steepes his safetie in true blood, Shall finde but bloodie safety, and vntrue.
[1480]
This Act so euilly borne shall coole the hearts Of all his people, and freeze vp their zeale, That none so small aduantage shall step forth To checke his reigne, but they will cherish it. No naturall exhalation in the skie,
[1485]
No scope of Nature, no distemper'd day, No common winde, no customed euent, But they will plucke away his naturall cause, And call them Meteors, prodigies, and signes, Abbortiues, presages, and tongues of heauen,
[1490]
Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon Iohn.
Dol. May be he will not touch yong Arthurs life, But hold himselfe safe in his prisonment. Pan. O Sir, when he shall heare of your approach, If that yong Arthur be not gone alreadie,
[1495]
Euen at that newes he dies: and then the hearts Of all his people shall reuolt from him, And kisse the lippes of vnacquainted change, And picke strong matter of reuolt, and wrath Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn.
[1500]
Me thinkes I see this hurley all on foot; And O, what better matter breeds for you, Then I haue nam'd. The Bastard Falconbridge Is now in England ransacking the Church, Offending Charity: If but a dozen French
[1505]
Were there in Armes, they would be as a Call To traine ten thousand English to their side; Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a Mountaine. O noble Dolphine, Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderfull,
[1510]
What may be wrought out of their discontent, Now that their soules are topfull of offence, For England go; I will whet on the King.
Dol. Strong reasons makes strange actions: let vs go, If you say I, the King will not say no. Exeunt.

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Actus Quartus, Scæna prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Hubert and Executioners. Hub.
[1515]
Heate me these Irons hot, and looke thou stand Within the Arras: when I strike my foot Vpon the bosome of the ground, rush forth And binde the boy, which you shall finde with me Fast to the chaire: be heedfull: hence, and watch.
Exec.
[1520]
I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.
Hub. Vncleanly scruples feare not you: looke too't. Yong Lad come forth; I haue to say with you. Enter Arthur. Ar. Good morrow Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince. Ar.
[1525]
As little Prince, hauing so great a Title To be more Prince, as may be: you are sad.
Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier. Art. 'Mercie on me: Me thinkes no body should be sad but I:
[1530]
Yet I remember, when I was in France, Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night Onely for wantonnesse: by my Christendome, So I were out of prison, and kept Sheepe I should be as merry as the day is long:
[1535]
And so I would be heere, but that I doubt My Vnckle practises more harme to me: He is affraid of me, and I of him: Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes sonne? No in deede is't not: and I would to heauen
[1540]
I were your sonne, so you would loue me, Hubert:
Hub. If I talke to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercie, which lies dead: Therefore I will be sodaine, and dispatch. Ar. Are you sicke Hubert? you looke pale to day,
[1545]
Insooth I would you were a little sicke, That I might sit all night, and watch with you. I warrant I loue you more then you do me.
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome. Reade heere yong Arth ur . How now foolish rheume?
[1550]
Turning dispitious torture out of doore? I must be breefe, least resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares. Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?
Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect,
[1555]
Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?
Hub. Yong Boy, I must. Art. And will you? Hub. And I will. Art. Haue you the heart? When your head did but ake,
[1560]
I knit my hand‑kercher about your browes (The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me) And I did neuer aske it you againe: And with my hand, at midnight held your head; And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre,
[1565]
Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time; Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe? Or what good loue may I performe for you ? Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still, And nere haue spoke a louing word to you:
[1570]
But you, at your sicke seruice had a Prince: Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue, And call it cunning. Do, and if you will, b If

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Actus Quartus, Scæna prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Hubert and Executioners. Hub.
[1515]
Heate me these Irons hot, and looke thou stand Within the Arras: when I strike my foot Vpon the bosome of the ground, rush forth And binde the boy, which you shall finde with me Fast to the chaire: be heedfull: hence, and watch.
Exec.
[1520]
I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.
Hub. Vncleanly scruples feare not you: looke too't. Yong Lad come forth; I haue to say with you. Enter Arthur. Ar. Good morrow Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little Prince. Ar.
[1525]
As little Prince, hauing so great a Title To be more Prince, as may be: you are sad.
Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier. Art. 'Mercie on me: Me thinkes no body should be sad but I:
[1530]
Yet I remember, when I was in France, Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night Onely for wantonnesse: by my Christendome, So I were out of prison, and kept Sheepe I should be as merry as the day is long:
[1535]
And so I would be heere, but that I doubt My Vnckle practises more harme to me: He is affraid of me, and I of him: Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes sonne? No in deede is't not: and I would to heauen
[1540]
I were your sonne, so you would loue me, Hubert:
Hub. If I talke to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercie, which lies dead: Therefore I will be sodaine, and dispatch. Ar. Are you sicke Hubert? you looke pale to day,
[1545]
Insooth I would you were a little sicke, That I might sit all night, and watch with you. I warrant I loue you more then you do me.
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome. Reade heere yong Arth ur . How now foolish rheume?
[1550]
Turning dispitious torture out of doore? I must be breefe, least resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares. Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?
Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect,
[1555]
Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?
Hub. Yong Boy, I must. Art. And will you? Hub. And I will. Art. Haue you the heart? When your head did but ake,
[1560]
I knit my hand‑kercher about your browes (The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me) And I did neuer aske it you againe: And with my hand, at midnight held your head; And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre,
[1565]
Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time; Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe? Or what good loue may I performe for you ? Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still, And nere haue spoke a louing word to you:
[1570]
But you, at your sicke seruice had a Prince: Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue, And call it cunning. Do, and if you will, If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill, Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
[1575]
These eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer shall So much as frowne on you.
Hub. I haue sworne to do it: And with hot Irons must I burne them out. Ar. Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would do it:
[1580]
The Iron of it selfe though he ate red hot, Approaching neere these eyes, would drinke my teares, And quench this fierie indignation, Euen in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
[1585]
But for containing fire to harme mine eye: Are you more stubborne hard, then hammer'd Iron? And if an Angell should haue come to me, And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not haue beleeu'd him: no tongue but Huberts.
Hub.
[1590]
Come forth: Do as I bid you do.
Art. O saue me Hubert, saue me: my eyes are out Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men. Hub. Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere. Art. Alas, what neede you be so boistrous rough?
[1595]
I will not struggle, I will stand stone still: For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound: Nay heare me Hubert, driue these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe. I will not stirre, nor winch, nor speake a word,
[1600]
Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly: Thrust but these men away, and Ile forgiue you, What euer torment you do put me too.
Hub. Go stand within: let me alone with him. Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede. Art.
[1605]
Alas, I then haue chid away my friend, He hath a sterne looke, but a gentle heart: Let him come backe, that his compassion may Giue life to yours.
Hub. Come (Boy) prepare your selfe. Art.
[1610]
Is there no remedie?
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Art. O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours, A graine, a dust, a gnat, a wandering haire, Any annoyance in that precious sense:
[1615]
Then feeling what small things are boysterous there, Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible.
Hub. Is this your promise? Go too, hold your toong Art. Hubert, the vtterance of a brace of tongues, Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes:
[1620]
Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert, Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue, So I may keepe mine eyes. O spare mine eyes, Though to no vse, but still to looke on you. Loe, by my troth, the Instrument is cold, An ink mark follows the end of this line.
[1625]
And would not harme me.
Hub. I can heate it, Boy. Art. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with griefe, Being create for comfort, to be vs'd In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe,
[1630]
There is no malice in this burning cole, The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy. Art. And if you do, you will but make it blush,
[1635]
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes: And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight, Snatch at his Master that doth tarre him on. All things that you should vse to do me wrong
[1640]
Deny their office: onely you do lacke That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends, Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses.
Hub. Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye, For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes,
[1645]
Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy, With this same very Iron, to burne them out.
Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while You were disguis'd. Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
[1650]
Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead. Ile fill these dogged Spies with false reports: And, pretty childe, sleepe doubtlesse, and secure, That Hubert for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee.
Art.
[1655]
O heauen! I thanke you Hubert.
Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with mee, Much danger do I vndergo for thee. Exeunt
 

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      <l n="1521">Vncleanly scruples feare not you: looke too't.</l>
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      <l n="1524">Good morrow, little Prince.</l>
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      <l n="1525">As little Prince, hauing so great a Title</l>
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      <l n="1528">'Mercie on me:</l>
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      <l n="1534">I should be as merry as the day is long:</l>
      <l n="1535">And so I would be heere, but that I doubt</l>
      <l n="1536">My Vnckle practises more harme to me:</l>
      <l n="1537">He is affraid of me, and I of him:</l>
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      <l n="1541">If I talke to him, with his innocent prate</l>
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      <l n="1543">Therefore I will be sodaine, and dispatch.</l>
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      <l n="1544">Are you sicke Hubert? you looke pale to day,</l>
      <l n="1545">Insooth I would you were a little sicke,</l>
      <l n="1546">That I might sit all night, and watch with you.</l>
      <l n="1547">I warrant I loue you more then you do me.</l>
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      <l n="1548">His words do take possession of my bosome.</l>
      <l n="1549">Reade heere yong<hi rend="italic">Arth<c rend="inverted">u</c>r</hi>. How now foolish rheume?</l>
      <l n="1550">Turning dispitious torture out of doore?</l>
      <l n="1551">I must be breefe, least resolution drop</l>
      <l n="1552">Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares.</l>
      <l n="1553">Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="1554">Too fairely<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>, for so foule effect,</l>
      <l n="1555">Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1556">Yong Boy, I must.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1557">And will you?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1558">And I will.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1559">Haue you the heart? When your head did but
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      <l n="1560">I knit my hand‑kercher about your browes</l>
      <l n="1561">(The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me)</l>
      <l n="1562">And I did neuer aske it you againe:</l>
      <l n="1563">And with my hand, at midnight held your head;</l>
      <l n="1564">And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre,</l>
      <l n="1565">Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time;</l>
      <l n="1566">Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe?</l>
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      <l n="1568">Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still,</l>
      <l n="1569">And nere haue spoke a louing word to you:</l>
      <l n="1570">But you, at your sicke seruice had a Prince:</l>
      <l n="1571">Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue,</l>
      <l n="1572">And call it cunning. Do, and if you will,</l>
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      <l n="1573">If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill,</l>
      <l n="1574">Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?</l>
      <l n="1575">These eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer shall</l>
      <l n="1576">So much as frowne on you.</l>
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      <l n="1577">I haue sworne to do it:</l>
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      <l n="1579">Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would do it:</l>
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      <l n="1581">Approaching neere these eyes, would drinke my teares,</l>
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      <l n="1583">Euen in the matter of mine innocence:</l>
      <l n="1584">Nay, after that, consume away in rust,</l>
      <l n="1585">But for containing fire to harme mine eye:</l>
      <l n="1586">Are you more stubborne hard, then hammer'd Iron?</l>
      <l n="1587">And if an Angell should haue come to me,</l>
      <l n="1588">And told me<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>should put out mine eyes,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1590">Come forth: Do as I bid you do.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1591">O saue me<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>, saue me: my eyes are out</l>
      <l n="1592">Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1593">Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1594">Alas, what neede you be so boistrous rough?</l>
      <l n="1595">I will not struggle, I will stand stone still:</l>
      <l n="1596">For heauen sake<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>let me not be bound:</l>
      <l n="1597">Nay heare me<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>, driue these men away,</l>
      <l n="1598">And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe.</l>
      <l n="1599">I will not stirre, nor winch, nor speake a word,</l>
      <l n="1600">Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly:</l>
      <l n="1601">Thrust but these men away, and Ile forgiue you,</l>
      <l n="1602">What euer torment you do put me too.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1603">Go stand within: let me alone with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exec.</speaker>
      <l n="1604">I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1605">Alas, I then haue chid away my friend,</l>
      <l n="1606">He hath a sterne looke, but a gentle heart:</l>
      <l n="1607">Let him come backe, that his compassion may</l>
      <l n="1608">Giue life to yours.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1609">Come (Boy) prepare your selfe.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1610">Is there no remedie?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1611">None, but to lose your eyes.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1612">O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours,</l>
      <l n="1613">A graine, a dust, a gnat, a wandering haire,</l>
      <l n="1614">Any annoyance in that precious sense:</l>
      <l n="1615">Then feeling what small things are boysterous there,</l>
      <l n="1616">Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1617">Is this your promise? Go too, hold your toong</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1618">
         <hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>, the vtterance of a brace of tongues,</l>
      <l n="1619">Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes:</l>
      <l n="1620">Let me not hold my tongue: let me not<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1621">Or<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>, if you will cut out my tongue,</l>
      <l n="1622">So I may keepe mine eyes. O spare mine eyes,</l>
      <l n="1623">Though to no vse, but still to looke on you.</l>
      <l n="1624">Loe, by my troth, the Instrument is cold,</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="1625">And would not harme me.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1626">I can heate it, Boy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1627">No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with griefe,</l>
      <l n="1628">Being create for comfort, to be vs'd</l>
      <l n="1629">In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe,</l>
      <l n="1630">There is no malice in this burning cole,</l>
      <l n="1631">The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out,</l>
      <l n="1632">And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1633">But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1634">And if you do, you will but make it blush,</l>
      <l n="1635">And glow with shame of your proceedings,<hi rend="italic">Hubert:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1636">Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes:</l>
      <l n="1637">And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight,</l>
      <l n="1638">Snatch at his Master that doth tarre him on.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1639">All things that you should vse to do me wrong</l>
      <l n="1640">Deny their office: onely you do lacke</l>
      <l n="1641">That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends,</l>
      <l n="1642">Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1643">Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye,</l>
      <l n="1644">For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes,</l>
      <l n="1645">Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy,</l>
      <l n="1646">With this same very Iron, to burne them out.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1647">O now you looke like<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>. All this while</l>
      <l n="1648">You were disguis'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1649">Peace: no more. Adieu,</l>
      <l n="1650">Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead.</l>
      <l n="1651">Ile fill these dogged Spies with false reports:</l>
      <l n="1652">And, pretty childe, sleepe doubtlesse, and secure,</l>
      <l n="1653">That<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>for the wealth of all the world,</l>
      <l n="1654">Will not offend thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-art">
      <speaker rend="italic">Art.</speaker>
      <l n="1655">O heauen! I thanke you<hi rend="italic">Hubert</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jn-hub">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hub.</speaker>
      <l n="1656">Silence, no more; go closely in with mee,</l>
      <l n="1657">Much danger do I vndergo for thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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