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Another Part of the Field.
A Retreat sounded.
Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, ELINOR, FAULCONBRIDGE, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY,HUBERT, ENGLISH GENTLEMEN, ENGLISH HERALD, and GUARDS.
K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind, [TO ELINOR. So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad:
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. K. John. Cousin, away for England; haste be[To FAULCONBRIDGE. And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots: imprisoned angels
Use our commission in his utmost force.
Faul. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
For your faith safety; so I kiss your hand.
K. John. Coz, Farewell.
Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word. [Taking ARTHUR aside. K. John. Come hither, Hubert.-O my gentle
We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
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,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,
K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st?-
And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
Hub. And I'll keep him so,
That he shall not offend your majesty.
K. John. Death.
Hub. My lord?
K. John. A grave.
K. John. Enough.—
I could be merry now.-Hubert, I love thee;—
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
[Exeunt ELINOR and ENGLISH GENTLEMEN. K. John. For England, cousin; go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty.-On, towards Calais, ho!Hubert, remember.
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Exeunt KING JOHN, HUBERT, ARTHUR, the LORDS, GENTLEMEN, HERALD, and GUARDS.
The French Court.
Enter LEWIS, KING PHILIP, and PANDULPH.
K. Phil. So, by a roaring tempest in the flood, A whole armado of convicted sail
Is scatter'd, and disjoin'd from fellowship.
Pan. 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?
And bloody England into England gone,
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
I pr'ythee, lady, go away with mẹ.
Con. Lo, now, now see the issue of your peace!
Con. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace.
Con. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry :
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Pan. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Con. O, father Cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven,
Pan. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
K. Phil. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Con. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;