Lew. I muse*, your majesty doth seem so cold, When such profound respects do pull you on.

Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head.
K. Phi. Thou shalt pot need :— England, I'll fall

from thee.
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!
Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy !
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour withio

this hour, s Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton

time, Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The suu's o'ercast with blood: Fair day,

adieu !
Which is the side that I must go withal?
I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
They wbirl asunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose;
Falber, I may not wish the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive :"
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;
Assured loss, before the match be play'd.

Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies.
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my

life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance + toge ther.

(Exit Bastard. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whose heat bath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou

shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. K. John. No more than lie that threats. To arms let's hie!

(Ereunt.

SCENE II.

The same. Plains near Augiers.

Alarums, Ercursions. 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,
Aud ta'en, I fear
Bast.

My lord, I rescu'd her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not;
But on, my liege: for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an hapry end.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same.

Alarums; Ercursions ; Retreat. Enter King

John, Elinor, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords.

K. John. So shall it be ; your grace shall stay be. hind,

(To Elinor. So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad :

[To Arthur. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was.

Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Cousin (To the Bastard.], away for

England; haste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots : angels* imprisoned 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 nie

back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
I leave your highuess:-Grandam, I will pray
(If ever I remember to be holy)
For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
K. John.

Coz, farewell.

[Exit Bastard. Eli, Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.

. [She takes Arthur aside.

K. John. Come hichier, Hubert. O my geote

• Hubert,
We owe thee much; within this wall of Aesh
There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love:
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.

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 leaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds*,
To give me audience:-If the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound ove unto the drowsy race of night;
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick
(Which, elsc, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A passion hateful to my purposes);
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceitt alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts :

• Showy ordamcats.

+ Conceptiou.

But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well.

Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Though that my death were adjunct* to my act,
By heaven, I'd do't.
K. John.

Do not I kuow, 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 mine doth tread, He lies before nie: Dost tlou understand me? Thou art his keeper. Hub.

And I will 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.
I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember.- Madam, fare you well:
I'll send those powers o'er to your njajesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!
K. John.

For England, cousin :
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!

[Escunt.

Enough.

Joincd.