Conft. That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! Lew. I mufe, your majesty doth seem so cold, When fuch profound respects do pull you on. Pand. I will denounce a curfe upon his head.

K. Phi. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall from thee.

Conft. O fair return of banish'd majesty !

Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy!

K. John. France, thou fhalt rue this hour within this hour.

Baft. Old time the clock-setter, that bald fexton time, Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.

Blanch. The fun's o'ercaft with blood: Fair day adieu! Which is the fide that I must go withal?

I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl afunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lofe;
Father, I may not with the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not with thy wishes thrive :
Whoever wins, on that fide fhall I lofe;

Affured lofs, 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. Coufin, go draw our puiffance together.--

[Exit Baltard.

France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;
A rage, whofe heat hath this condition,
Than nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
The blood, and dearest valu'd blood, of France.

K. Phi.

K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou fhalt

turn

To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:

Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.

K. John. No more than he that threats.-To arms let's

hie!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The fame. Plains near Angiers.

Alarums, Excurfions. Enter the Bastard, with AUSTRIA'S head.

Baft. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky,

And pours down mifchief. Auftria'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 affailed in our tent,

And ta'en, I fear.

Baft.

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

[Exeunt.

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SCENE III.

The fame.

Alarums; Excurfions; Retreat. Enter King JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, the Baftard, HUBERT, and Lords.

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

So ftrongly guarded.-Coufin, look not fad:

[To ELINOR.

[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. Coufin, [To the Bastard.] away for England;
hafte before:

And, ere our coming, fee thou shake the bags

Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels

Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace

Muft by the hungry now be fed upon :

Use our commiffion in his utmost force.

Baft. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and filver becks me to come on.

I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy,)

For your fair fafety: fo I kifs your hand.

Eli. Farewell, my gentle coufin.

K. Jobn.

Coz, farewell.

[Exit Bastard.

[She takes ARTHUR afide.

Eli. Come hither, little kinfman; hark, a word.

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

We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh

8

There

There is a foul, 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 fome better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
To fay what good respect I have of thee.

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty.

K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so yet:
But thou fhalt have; and creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good.

I had a thing to fay,-But let it go :
The fun is in the heaven; 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 one unto the drowsy race of night;
If this fame were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou poffeffed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that furly spirit, melancholy,

Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
(Which, elfe, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,

A paffion hateful to my purposes ;)

Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts:

But

But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well;
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'ft 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 ferpent in my way;

And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

He lies before me: Doft thou understand me?

I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not fay what I intend for thee:
Remember.- --Madam, fare you well :
I'll fend those powers o'er to your majesty.
Eli. My bleffing go with thee!

For England, cousin:

K. John.
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho!

[Exeunt.

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