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A Field of Battle.



Fath Now, by my life, this day grows wonderous
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Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
And pours down mischief. [A Charge,

JEnter AUSTRIA ; FAULconBRIDGE and AustmLA engage; FAULconBRIDGE drives AUSTRIA off the Stage; and presently re-enters with the Lion's skin in his Hand.

Faul. Austria’s head lie there, While Philip breathes. [A Charge,


K. John. Hubert, keep this boy; -
[Exeunt HUBERT and ARTHUR.

Philip, make up ;
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear. •

Faul. My lord, I rescued her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not;
But on, my liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.
- [A Charge—Ereuni,

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Another Part of the Field.

A Retreat sounded.

Enter King John, ARTHUR, ELINor, FAULcon.

and GUARDs.

K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, [To ELINor.

So strongly guarded.—Cousin, look not sad:
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, away for England; haste be-
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprison’d angels
Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now be fed upon:

Use our commission in his utmost force.
Faul. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive-me

When gold and silver becks me to come on.
I leave your highness:–Grandam, I will pray,
If ever I remember to be holy,
For your faith safety; so I kiss your hand.
Eli. Farewell, gentle cousin.

K. John. Coz, farewell. -

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Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [Taking ARTHUR aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert–O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh 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 ashamed 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 Heaven: and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gauds, To give me audience :—If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, Melancholy, Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick : Which, else, 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 conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,

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I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
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 underta
Though that my death were adjunct to my act,
By Heav'n I’d do’t.
K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst 2–
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?

Thou art his keeper.
Hub. And I’ll keep him so,

That'he shall not offend your majesty, 3

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;--

Well, I’ll not say what I intend for thee.—
Remember—Madam, fare you well:
I'll send those pow'rs o'er to your majesty.
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, towards Calais, ho!—
Hubert, remember.—
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Ereunt KING
John, HUBERT, ARTHUR, the Lords,

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K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest in the flood,
A whole armado of convicted sail
Is scatter'd, and disjoin’d from fellowship.

Pan. Courage and comfort all shall yet go well,

K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run se

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Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta'en prisoner?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'erbearing interruption?—
Look, who comes here ! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the etermal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath:

Enter ConstancE.

I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me. -
Con. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace!

R. Phil. Patience, good lady! Comfort, gentle
Constance 1

Con. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death :—O, amiable, lovely death :
Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
And buss thee as thy wife I Misery's love,
O, come to me!

K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace.

Con, No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:

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