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I am with both: each army hath a hand;
Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies.
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!
Alarums ; Excursions. Enter the Bastard with AUSTRIA'S
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.
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.
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.
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
Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
[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,
full of gawds, Gawds are any showy ornaments. “ Sound one into,” &c.-Malone,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
Do not I know, thou would'st ? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine
And I will keep him so,
K. John. Death.
My lord ?
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!
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.
For England, cousin + :
Enter King Philip, LEWIS, PANDULPH, and Attend
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
Pand. Courage and comfort ! all shall yet go well.
K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill ?
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
† “ For England, cousin, go.”—Malone.
of convicted sail - Overpowered, baffled, destroyed.