On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend; And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee. Remember. -Madam, fare you well; I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty. Eli. My blessing go with thee! K. John. Hubert shall be your man, attend on you For England, cousin, go: [Exeunt. With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! SCENE IV. The same. The French king's tent. Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, PANDULPH, Attendants. and K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado 1 of convicted 2 sail Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. Pan. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: Of K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter CONSTANCE. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; I pr'ythee, lady, go away with me. ! Con. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Constance ! Con. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, 1 Refuse. Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smilest, O, come to me! K. Phi. O fair affliction, peace. Con. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry. O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world; And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Pan. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. I am not mad;-I would to Heaven, I were ! 1 Common. |