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.