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246 Enter. Arthur. Good morrow, Hubert. Hubert. Morrow, little Prince. Arthur. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Hubert. Indeed I have been merrier. Arthur. Mercy on me! Methinks no body should be sad but I; Yet I remember when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my Christendom, So were I out of prison, and kept sheep, I should be merry as the day is long. And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me. He is afraid of me, and I of him. Is it my fault that I was Geoffery's son? Indeed it is not, and I would to heav'n I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Hubert. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate He will awake my mercy, which lies dead; Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch.[Aside. Arthur. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day? In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night and watch with you. Alas, I love you more than you do me. Hubert. His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur—[Shewing a paper. How now, foolish rheum,[Aside. Turning dis-piteous torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.— Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ? Arthur. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. Must you with irons burn out both mine eyes?