For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:"
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,

With this same very iron to burn them out.

ARTH. O, now you look like Hubert! all this

while

You were disguised.

HUB.

Peace; no more. Adieu. Your uncle must not know but you are dead; I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports: 10 And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure, 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: 15 Much danger do I undergo for thee.

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