K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hu bert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh 39° K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet: But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say-But let it go: The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, 400 410 Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that ideot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion A passion hateful to my purposes) Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; But, ah, I will not:-Yet I love thee well; K. John. Do not I know thou would'st? And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Hub. And I'll keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty. K. John. Death. Hub. My lord! K. John. A grave. Hub. He shall not live. K. John. Enough. I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; 430 440 Eli. Eli. My blessing go with thee! K. John. For England, cousin, go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The French Court. Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of collected sail Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. 450 C Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta'en prisoner à divers dear friends slain? O'er-bearing interruption, spite of France ? Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd: So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, 460 Doth want example; Who hath read, or heard, Of any kindred action like to this? K. Phil. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter Enter CONSTANCE. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! K. Phil. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Con> stance! Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; 470 And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gasp of breath with fulsome dust, 480 And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, Oh, come to me! K. Phil. Oh fair affliction, peace. Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :→ Oh, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world; And rouze from sleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation. Fiij 490 Pand. Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. I am not mad ;-I would to heaven, I were! The different plague of each calamity. 500 K. Phil. Bind up those tresses: Oh, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. Const. To England, if you will. K. Phil. Bind up your hairs. 510 Const. Yes, that I will! And wherefore will I do it? I tore them from their bonds; and cry'd aloud, 520 Oh |