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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.
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 wia;
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 ine; with me thy fortune lies.
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my

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

[Exit Bastard, France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; A rage, whose heat hath 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!


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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 therë; 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,
Avd ta'en, I fear.

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

[Ereunt. 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 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

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.

* Gold coia.

K. John. Come hicher, Hubert. O my gentle

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 wauton, 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 ornaments.

+ 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 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 mine doth tread, He lies before nie: Dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper. Hub.

And I will keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.

K. John. Death.

My lord ?
K. John,

A grave. Hub.

He shall not live. K. John.

Enough. I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee

Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember.-Madam, fare
I'll send those powers o'er to your nsajesty.
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!


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