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

3.2.21286Some airy devil hovers in the sky

3.2.31287And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there

3.2.41289While Philip breathes. [He puts down Austria's head.]

Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up,

3.2.61291My mother is assailèd in our tent,

3.2.71292And ta'en I fear.

My lord I rescued her.

3.2.91294Her highness is in safety, fear you not --

3.2.101295But on, my liege, for very little pains

3.2.111296Will bring this labor to an happy end.

[To Queen Eleanor] So shall it be. Your Grace shall stay behind

3.2.131300So strongly guarded. -- [To Arthur] Cousin, look not sad,

3.2.141301Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will

3.2.151302As dear be to thee as thy father was.

O, this will make my mother die with grief.

[To the Bastard] Cousin, away for England, haste before,

3.2.181305And ere our coming see thou shake the bags

3.2.191306Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels

3.2.201307Set at liberty. The fat ribs of peace

3.2.211308Must by the hungry now be fed upon.

3.2.221309Use our commission in his utmost force.

Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back

3.2.241311When gold and silver becks me to come on.

3.2.251312I leave your highness. -- Grandam, I will pray,

3.2.261313If ever I remember to be holy,

3.2.271314For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.

Farewell, gentle cousin.

Farewell, gentle cousin. Coz, farewell.

Come hither little kinsman, hark, a word.

Come hither Hubert. [He takes Hubert aside.] O my gentle Hubert,

3.2.311319We owe thee much. Within this wall of flesh

3.2.321320There is a soul counts thee her creditor,

3.2.331321And with advantage means to pay thy love.

3.2.341322And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath

3.2.351323Lives in this bosom, dearly cherishèd.

3.2.361324Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,

3.2.371325But I will fit it with some better tune.

3.2.381326By heaven Hubert, I am almost ashamed

3.2.391327To say what good respect I have of thee.

I am much bounden to your majesty.

Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,

3.2.421330But thou shalt have; and, creep time ne'er so slow,

3.2.431331Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.

3.2.441332I had a thing to say -- but let it go.

3.2.451333The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,

3.2.461334Attended with the pleasures of the world,

3.2.471335Is all too wanton and too full of gauds

3.2.481336To give me audience. If the midnight bell

3.2.491337Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth

3.2.501338Sound on into the drowsy race of night;

3.2.511339If this same were a churchyard where we stand,

3.2.521340And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;

3.2.531341Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

3.2.541342Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick,

3.2.551343Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,

3.2.561344Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,

3.2.571345And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,

3.2.581346A passion hateful to my purposes;

3.2.591347Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,

3.2.601348Hear me without thine ears, and make reply

3.2.611349Without a tongue, using conceit alone --

3.2.621350Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words --

3.2.631351Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,

3.2.641352I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.

3.2.651353But, ah, I will not. Yet I love thee well,

3.2.661354And by my troth I think thou lov'st me well.

So well, that what you bid me undertake,

3.2.681356Though that my death were adjunct to my act,

3.2.691357By heaven I would do it.

Do not I know thou wouldst?

3.2.711359Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye

3.2.721360On yon young boy. I'll tell thee what, my friend,

3.2.731361He is a very serpent in my way,

3.2.741362And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

3.2.751363He lies before me. Dost thou understand me?

3.2.761364Thou art his keeper.

Thou art his keeper. And I'll keep him so

3.2.781366That he shall not offend your majesty.

Death.

My lord?

A grave.

He shall not live.

Enough.

3.2.841372I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee.

3.2.851373Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee.

3.2.861374Remember. -- Madam, fare you well,

3.2.871375I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

My blessing go with thee.

[To Arthur] For England cousin, go.

3.2.901378Hubert shall be your man, attend on you

3.2.911379With all true duty. -- On toward Calais, ho!