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; 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; 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; 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. SCENE 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 Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. 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, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. K. John. Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so yet: I had a thing to fay,-But let it go : Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; A paffion hateful to my purposes ;) Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes, But But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well; K. John. 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; For England, cousin: K. John. [Exeunt. SCENE |