King John (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scœna Secunda.
¶_head.
¶Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie,
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Enter Iohn,_Arthur,_Hubert.
¶While Philip breathes.
1290Iohn. Hubert, keepe this boy: Philip make vp,
¶And tane I feare.
1295But on my Liege, for very little paines
¶Will bring this labor to an happy end.
Exit.
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Alarums, excursions, Retreat. Enter Iohn_ Eleanor,_Arthur
¶Thy Grandame loues thee, and thy Vnkle will
¶As deere be to thee, as thy father was.
¶Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe.
¶Of hoording Abbots, imprisoned angells
¶Set at libertie: the fat ribs of peace
¶Must by the hungry now be fed vpon:
¶When gold and siluer becks me to come on.
¶(If euer I remember to be holy)
¶Iohn. Coz, farewell.
¶Iohn. Come hether Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
¶We owe thee much: within this wall of flesh
1320There is a soule counts thee her Creditor,
¶And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue:
¶And my good friend, thy voluntary oath
¶Giue me thy hand, I had a thing to say,
1325But I will fit it with some better tune.
¶Yet it shall come, for me to doe thee good.
¶I had a thing to say, but let it goe:
¶The Sunne is in the heauen, and the proud day,
¶Attended with the pleasures of the world,
1335Is all too wanton, and too full of gawdes
¶To giue me audience: If the mid-night bell
¶Did with his yron tongue,_and brazen mouth
¶Sound on into the drowzie race of night:
¶Had bak'd thy bloud,_and made it heauy, thicke,
¶Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines,
¶Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes_,
1345And straine their cheekes to idle merriment,
¶Heare me without thine eares, and make reply
¶Without a tongue, vsing conceit alone,
¶Then, in despight of brooded watchfull day,
¶I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts:
¶But (ah) I will not, yet I loue thee well,
¶And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well.
¶Though that my death were adiunct to my Act,
¶By heauen I would doe it.
¶Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye
1360On yon young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend,
¶He is a very serpent in my way,
¶And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread,
¶Thou art his keeper.
¶Iohn. Death.
¶Hub. My Lord.
¶Iohn. A Graue.
¶Iohn. Enough.
¶I could be merry now,_Hubert, I loue thee.
¶Well, Ile not say what I intend for thee:
¶Remember: Madam, Fare you well,
¶Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
¶With al true duetie: On toward Callice,_hoa.
1380
Exeunt.
