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Fath Now, by my life, this day grows wonderous
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,
Enter KING JoHN, ARTHUR, ENGLISH GENTLEMEN, and HUBERT.
K. John. Hubert, keep this boy; -
Philip, make up ;
Faul. My lord, I rescued her;
Another Part of the Field.
A Retreat sounded.
Enter King John, ARTHUR, ELINor, FAULcon.
K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, [To ELINor.
So strongly guarded.—Cousin, look not sad:
Use our commission in his utmost force.
K. John. Coz, farewell. -
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,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
Thou art his keeper.
That'he shall not offend your majesty, 3
K. John. Death.
K. John. Enough.-
Well, I’ll not say what I intend for thee.—
K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest in the flood,
Pan. Courage and comfort all shall yet go well,
K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run se
ill P ...”
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost?
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me. -
R. Phil. Patience, good lady! Comfort, gentle
Con. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace.
Con, No, no, I will not, having breath to cry: