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I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And, in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;
Assured loss, 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. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.

[Ecit Bastard. France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage, whose heat hath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt

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.

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Alarums ; Excursions. Enter the Bastard with AUSTRIA'S

Head

Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot'; Some airy devil hovers in the sky, And pours down mischief.

down mischief. Austria's head, lie there ; While Philip breathes.

VOL. IV.

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Enter King John, ARTHUR, and HUBERT. K. John, Hubert, keep this boy :-Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. Bast.

My lord, I rescu'd 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.

[Ereunt.

SCENE III.

The same.

Alarums ; Excursions ; Retreat. Enter King John, Eli

NOR, ARTHUR, the Bastard, HUBERT, and Lords.

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

[To ELINOR. So strongly guarded.—Cousin, look not sad:

[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. Cousin, [to the Bastard,] away for England;

haste before:
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprison’d angels
Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
Use our commission in his utmost force.

Bast. Bell, book, and candle' shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

7 Bell, book, and candle -] In an account of the Romish curse given by Dr. Grey, it appears that three candles were extinguished, one by one, in different parts of the execration.

I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray
(If ever I remember to be holy,)
For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
K. John.

Coz, farewell.

[Exit Bastard. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman ; hark, a word.

[She takes 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 asham'd 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 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 same were a church-yard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick ; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,

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full of gawds, Gawds are any showy ornaments. “ Sound one into,” &c.-Malone,

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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:
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 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 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 will keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.

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 powers o'er to your majesty.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!

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using conceit alone,] Conceit here, as in many other places, signifies conception, thought.

1 Remember.] This is one of the scenes to which may be promised a lasting commendation. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatick taste can injure it ; and time itself can subtract nothing from its beauties. Steevens.

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K. John.

For England, cousin + :
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho ! Exeunt.

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Enter King Philip, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attend

ants.

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

Pand. 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?
Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ?

Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
Doth want example: Who hath read, or heard,
Of any kindred action like to this ?
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;
Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath :-
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me.

† “ For England, cousin, go.”—Malone.

of convicted sail - Overpowered, baffled, destroyed.

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