SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers. Alarums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with AUSTRIA's head. Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there; While Philip breathes. Enter King JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy: - Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, Bast. My Lord, I rescu'd her; SCENE III. The same. Alarums; Excursions; Retreat. Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the Bastard, HUBERT, and Lords. K. John. So shall it be: your Grace shall stay behind, [To ELINOR. So by So strongly guarded, Cousin, look not sad: Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Consin, [To the Bastard.] away for England: haste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon : Use our commission in his utmost force. Bast. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand. K. John. Coz, farewell. [Exit Bastard. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [Se takes ARTHUR aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much, within this wall of flesh Hub. I am much bounden to your Majesty. 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, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, Or if that thou could'st see me without eyės, take, Though that ny death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I'd do't. K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And, wheresoe'er this foot of tread, mine doth He lies before me: Dost thou uuderstand me? Thou art his keeper. 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; I'll send those powers o'er to your Majesty. K. John. For England, cousin: SCENE IV. The same. The French King's Tent. Enter King PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood A whole armado of convicted sail Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well, K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter CONSTANCE. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul: Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, In the vile prison of afflicted breath: I pr'ythee, Lady, go away with me. Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! K. Phi. Patience, good Lady! comfort, gentle Gonstance! Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, Death, death:-O amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy détestable bones; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows; |