Page 199 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

To be more prince, as may be. − You are sad.

HUBERT
Indeed, I have been merrier.

ARTHUR
Mercy on me!
Methinks nobody should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,

Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, [15]
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
I should be as merry as the day is long;

And so I would be here, but that I doubt
My uncle practises more harm to me. [20]
He is afraid of me and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey’s son?

No, indeed, is’t not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

HUBERT
[Aside.]
If I talk to him, with his innocent prate [25]

He will awake my mercy, which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

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: [30]

I warrant I love you more than you do me.

HUBERT
[Aside.]
His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur.

[Showing a paper.]