Ramah was one of the cities of Benjamin; by metonymy it here means the soldiers of Ramah. Israfeel:- In heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute;" None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell) Of his voice, all mute. E. A. POE. Enter HUBERT and Two Attendants. Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou Within the arras: when I strike my foot Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look [Exeunt N Attendants. Young lad, come forth: I have to say with you. Enter ARTHUR. Arth. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good-morrow, little prince. Arth. As little prince (having so great a title Arth. Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey's son? No, indeed, 'tis not; and I would to heaven I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hub. (aside). If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to- In sooth, I would you were a little sick; That I might sit all night and watch with you. bosom. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper. (Aside.) How now, foolish rheum! Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Young boy, I must. Hub. Arth. Hub. And will you? And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me), And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; Saying "What lack you?" and, "Where lies your grief?" Or, "What good love may I perform for you?” If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, So much as frown on you? Hub. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And quench his fiery indignation Even in the matter of mine innocence; Nay, after that, consume away in rust, But for containing fire to harm mine eye, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron? And if an angel should have come to me, And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, I would not have believed him. No tongue but Hubert's Hub. Come forth. Re-enter Attendants, with Cords, Irons, &c. Do as I bid you do. [Stamps. Arth. O save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angrily: Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to. [Exeunt Attendants. Hub. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. First Attend. I am best pleased to be from such a deed. 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. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven! that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, 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 Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: Let me not hold my tongue,-let me not, Hubert! 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. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserv'd extremes: see else yourself; There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strewed repentant ashes on his head. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: And, like a dog that is compelled to fight, All things that you should use to do me wrong Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend, Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses. |