. Complete works of William Shakespeare . ul day,I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;And, by my troth, 1 think thou lovest me well. Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,Though that my death were adjunct to my actBy heaven, I would do it. K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst - Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eyeOn yon young boy: I 11 tell thee what, my friend, 60He is a very serpent in my way;And wheresoeer this foot of mine doth lies before me: dost thou understand me ?Thou art his keeper. Hub. And I 11 keep him so, That he
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . ul day,I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well;And, by my troth, 1 think thou lovest me well. Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake,Though that my death were adjunct to my actBy heaven, I would do it. K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst - Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eyeOn yon young boy: I 11 tell thee what, my friend, 60He is a very serpent in my way;And wheresoeer this foot of mine doth lies before me: dost thou understand me ?Thou art his keeper. Hub. And I 11 keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty. K. John. Death. Hub. My lord? K. John. A grave. Hub. He shall not live. K. John. Enough. I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;Well, I 11 not say what I intend for thee:Remember. Madam, fare you well:I 11 send those powers oer to your majesty. 70 Eli. My blessing go with thee! K. John. For England, cousin, go; Hubert shall be your man, attend on youWith all true duty. On towards Calais, ho! [Exeunt* 48. Iking Jobm scene iv. SCENE IV.—The same. The French Kings tent. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, andAttendants. K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,A whole armado of convicted sailIs scattered and disjoind from fellowship. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run soAre we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost ? [ill fArthur taen prisoner ? divers dear friends slain ?And bloody England into England gone,Oerbearing interruption, spite of France ? Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: 10So hot a speed with such advice disposed,Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,Doth want example: who hath read or heardOf any kindred action like to this ? [praise, K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had thisSo we could find some pattern of our shame. Enter Constance. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, In the vile prison of afflicte
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