SCENE I.
HUBERT and ARTHUR.
HUB. 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 will find with me,
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
1. ATTEND. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.
HUB. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to't.—
Exeunt Attendants.
Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
Enter Arthur.
ARTH. Good morrow, Hubert.
HUB. Good morrow, little prince.