1257Bast. Old Time the clocke setter, y^t bald sexton Time:

1258Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue.

1259Bla. The Sun's orecast with bloud: faire day adieu,

1260Which is the side that I must goe withall?

1261I am with both, each Army hath a hand,

1262And in their rage, I hauing hold of both,

1263They whurle a-sunder, and dismember mee.

1264Husband, I cannot pray that thou maist winne:

1265Vncle, I needs must pray that thou maist lose:

1266Father, I may not wish the fortune thine:

1267Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thriue:

1268Who-euer wins, on that side shall I lose:

1269Assured losse, before the match be plaid.

1270Dolph. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.

1271Bla. There where my fortune liues, there my life dies.

1272Iohn. Cosen, goe draw our puisance together,

1273France, I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath,

1274A rage, whose heat hath this condition;

1275That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,

1276The blood and deerest valued bloud of France.

1277Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp, & thou shalt turne

1278To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:

1279Looke to thy selfe, thou art in ieopardie.

1280Iohn. No more then he that threats. To Arms le'ts hie.

1285Bast. Now by my life, this day grows wondrous hot,

1286Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie,

1287And pour's downe mischiefe. Austrias head lye there,

1289While Philip breathes.

1290Iohn. Hubert, keepe this boy: Philip make vp,

1291My Mother is assayled in our Tent,

1292And tane I feare.

1293Bast. My Lord I rescued her,

1294Her Highnesse is in safety, feare you not:

1295But on my Liege, for very little paines

1296Will bring this labor to an happy end. Exit.

1299Iohn. So shall it be: your Grace shall stay behinde

1300So strongly guarded: Cosen, looke not sad,

1301Thy Grandame loues thee, and thy Vnkle will

1302As deere be to thee, as thy father was.

1303Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe.

1304Iohn. Cosen away for England, haste before,

1305And ere our comming see thou shake the bags

1306Of hoording Abbots, imprisoned angells

1307Set at libertie: the fat ribs of peace

1308Must by the hungry now be fed vpon:

1309Vse our Commission in his vtmost force.

1310Bast. Bell, Booke, & Candle, shall not driue me back,

1311When gold and siluer becks me to come on.

1312I leaue your highnesse: Grandame, I will pray

1313(If euer I remember to be holy)

1314For your faire safety: so I kisse your hand.

1315Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen.

1316Iohn. Coz, farewell.

1317Ele. Come hether little kinsman, harke, a worde.

1318Iohn. Come hether Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,

1319We owe thee much: within this wall of flesh

1320There is a soule counts thee her Creditor,

1321And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue:

1322And my good friend, thy voluntary oath

1323Liues in this bosome, deerely cherished.

1324Giue me thy hand, I had a thing to say,

1325But I will fit it with some better tune.

1326By heauen Hubert, I am almost asham'd

1327To say what good respect I haue of thee.

1328Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty.

1329Iohn. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,

1330But thou shalt haue: and creepe time nere so slow,

1331Yet it shall come, for me to doe thee good.

1332I had a thing to say, but let it goe:

1333The Sunne is in the heauen, and the proud day,

1334Attended with the pleasures of the world,

1335Is all too wanton, and too full of gawdes

1336To giue me audience: If the mid-night bell

1337Did with his yron tongue, and brazen mouth

1338Sound on into the drowzie race of night:

1339If this same were a Church-yard where we stand,

1340And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs:

1341Or if that surly spirit melancholy

1342Had bak'd thy bloud, and made it heauy, thicke,

1343Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines,

1344Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes ,

1345And straine their cheekes to idle merriment,

1346A passion hatefull to my purposes:

1347Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,

1348Heare me without thine eares, and make reply

1349Without a tongue, vsing conceit alone,

1350Without eyes, eares, and harmefull sound of words:

1351Then, in despight of brooded watchfull day,

1352I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts:

1353But (ah) I will not, yet I loue thee well,

1354And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well.

1355Hub. So well, that what you bid me vndertake,

1356Though that my death were adiunct to my Act,

1357By heauen I would doe it.

1358Iohn. Doe not I know thou wouldst?

1359Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye

1360On yon young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend,

1361He is a very serpent in my way,

1362And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread,

1363He lies before me: dost thou vnderstand me?

1364Thou art his keeper.

1365Hub. And Ile keepe him so,

1366That he shall not offend your Maiesty.

1367Iohn. Death.

1368Hub. My Lord.

1369Iohn. A Graue.

1370Hub. He shall not liue.

1371Iohn. Enough.

1372I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee.

1373Well, Ile not say what I intend for thee:

1374Remember: Madam, Fare you well,

1375Ile send those powers o're to your Maiesty.

1376Ele. My blessing goe with thee.

1377Iohn. For England Cosen, goe.

1378Hubert shall be your man, attend on you

1379With al true duetie: On toward Callice, hoa.