I would not have believ’d a tongue but Hubert’s.
Hubert. Come forth; do as I bid you. |[Stamps, and the men enter.|
Arthur. O save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Ev’n with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hubert. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arthur. Alas, what need you be so boist’rous rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heav’n’s sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!
Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb: