[388] _leave, On ... departure_] Capell. _leave On ... departure,_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _leave. On ... departure._ F₄. [389] _whiles_] _whilst_ Rowe. [390] _an hour_] _one hour_ Collier (Collier MS.). [391] _One minute_] _A minute_ Rowe. [392] _stand, then_] _stand then,_ Hanmer. [393] _you plots_] _your plots_ Malone conj. [394] _born_] F₃ F₄. _borne_ F₁ F₂. [395] _none_] _no_ Pope. [396] _reign_] F₄. _reigne_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _rein_ Capell conj. [397] _scope_] _scape_ Pope. _shape_ Hanmer. See note (XXI). [398] _his_] _its_ Pope. [399] _presages and_] _and presages_ Pope. [400] _that_] _this_ F₄. [401] _O,_] _lo!_ Mason conj. [402] _a dozen_] _twelve_ Pope. [403] _Or_] _Ev'n_ Hanmer. [404] _O_] om. Pope. [405] _discontent, Now ... offence._] _discontent, Now ... offence,_ Ff. _discontent. Now ... offence,_ Rowe. _discontent: Now ... offence._ Knight. [406] _reasons make_] Capell. _reasons makes_ Ff. _reason makes_ Rowe. _strong actions_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _strange actions_ F₁. ACT IV. SCENE I. _A room in a castle._ _Enter_ HUBERT _and_ Executioners.[407] _Hub._ Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand[408] 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, and watch. 5 _First Exec._ I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.[409] _Hub._ Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.[410] [_Exeunt Executioners._ Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. _Enter_ ARTHUR. _Arth._ Good morrow, Hubert. _Hub._ Good morrow, little prince.[411] _Arth._ As little prince, having so great a title 10 To be more prince, as may be. You are sad. _Hub._ Indeed, I have been merrier. _Arth._ Mercy on me! Methinks no body should be sad but I: Yet, I remember, when I was in France,[412] Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, 15 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;[413] And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me: 20 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[414] I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. _Hub._ [_Aside_] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate[415] 25 He will awake my mercy which lies dead: Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch. _Arth._ 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: 30 I warrant I love you more than you do me.[416]