Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty! Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sex- Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: Fair day, adieu! Which is the side that I must go withal? Assured loss, before the match be play'd. Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. life dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.- To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: K. John. No more than he that threats.-To arms let's hie! [Exeunt. 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, And ta'en, I fear. My lord, I rescu'd her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not; Bast. But on, my liege; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt. 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 Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard.] away for Eng land; haste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace 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. I leave your highness:-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy,) Elin. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [She takes Arthur aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh 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, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; A passion hateful to my purposes;) Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, 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 me: Dost thou understand me? I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; K. John. For England, cousin : |