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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: 300
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. 409

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 on 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, 41 e
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
(Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
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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 despight of broad-ey'd watchful day, 420
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 would do it.

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; 43o And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: Dost thou understand me ! Thou art his keeper.

Hub. And I’ll keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty.

R. John. Death. . Hub. My lord

A. John. A grave.

Hub. He shall not live.

R. John. Enough. 440 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.

- Fij - Eli.

Eli. My blessing go with thee!

K. John. For England, cousin, go : . Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.—On toward Calais, ho! - [Exeunt.


The French Court. Enter King PHILIP, Lewis, PAN- DULPH, and Attendants.

K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, A whole armado of collečted sail 450 Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship. * Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet go well. K. Phil. 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'er-bearing interruption, spite of France Lewis. What he hath won, that hath he fortify'd : So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, 460 Doth want example; Who hath read, or heard, Of any kindred ačtion like to this o K. Phil. Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame, * Enter

Enter Const Ance.

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.
Const. Lo, now now see the issue of your peace
K. Phil. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Con-
stance . 470
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death !—Oh amiable lovely death !
Thou odoriferous stench l sound rottenness!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones;
And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
And ring these fingers with thy household worms;
And stop this gasp of breath with fulsome dust, 480
And be a carrion monster like thyself: -
Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love,
Oh, come to me !
K. Phil. Oh fair afflićtion, peace.
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:—
Oh, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth !
Then with a passion would I shake the world;
And rouze from sleep that fell anatomy,
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, 499
Which scorns a modern invocation.
F i ij Pand,

Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. Const. Thou art unholy to belie me so; I am not mad : this hair I tear is mine; My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: I am not mad;—I would to heaven, I were ! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget 1– Preach some philosophy to make me mad, 5Co And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal; For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes, And teaches me to kill or hang myself: If I were mad, I should forget my son; Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he I am not mad; too well, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. K. Phil. Bind up those tresses : Oh, what love I note 5 to In the fair multitude of those her hairs | Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Doglew themselves in sociable grief; - * * Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. r Const. To England, if you will. . K. Phil. Bind up your hairs. - w - Const. Yes, that I will And wherefore will I do it? I tore them from their bonds; and cry’d aloud, 52b ". v. " Oh,

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