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
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised.[455]
Hub. Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,130
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.
Hub. Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Exeunt.
Scene II. King John's palace.
Enter King John, Pembroke, Salisbury, and other Lords.[456]