_Arth._ Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?[438] I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.[439] For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound![440] Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; 80 I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,[441] Nor look upon the iron angerly:[442] Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to. _Hub._ Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 85 _First Exec._ I am best pleased to be from such a deed.[409] [_Exeunt Executioners._[443] _Arth._ Alas, I then have chid away my friend! He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart: Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours. _Hub._ Come, boy, prepare yourself. 90 _Arth._ Is there no remedy? _Hub._ None, but to lose your eyes. _Arth._ O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,[444] A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then feeling what small things are boisterous there, 95 Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. _Hub._ Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. _Arth._ Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues[445] Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:[445] Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert; 100 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 troth, the instrument is cold And would not harm me. _Hub._ I can heat it, boy. 105 _Arth._ No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserved extremes: see else yourself; There is no malice in this burning coal;[446] The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out[447] 110 And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.[447] _Hub._ But with my breath I can revive it, boy. _Arth._ An if you do, you will but make it blush[448][449] And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:[448] Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes;[448] 115 And like a dog that is compell'd to fight,[448] Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.[448][450] 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,[451] 120 Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.[452] _Hub._ Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye[453] For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:[454] Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy, With this same very iron to burn them out. 125