. Complete works of William Shakespeare . volt of French inconstancy! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour withinthis hour. [Time, Bast. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sextonIs it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The suns oercast with blood: fair day,adieu!Which is the side that I must go withal ?I am with both: each army hath a hand;And in their rage, I having hold of both,They whirl asunder and dismember me. 330 Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;Grandam, I will not wish
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . volt of French inconstancy! K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour withinthis hour. [Time, Bast. Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sextonIs it as he will? well then, France shall rue. Blanch. The suns oercast with blood: fair day,adieu!Which is the side that I must go withal ?I am with both: each army hath a hand;And in their rage, I having hold of both,They whirl asunder and dismember me. 330 Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;Assured loss before the match be playd. Lew. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there mylife dies. K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together. [Exit , I am burnd up with inflaming wrath; 340A rage whose heat hath this condition,That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France. 45. Act in. mtiQ Sobn. K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thoushalt turnTo ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire :Look to thyself, thou art in John. No more than he that threats. To armslets hie! [Exeunt. SCENE II.—The same. Plains near Anglers. Alarums, excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Aus-trias Now, by my life, this day grows wondrousSome airy devil hovers in the sky [hot; And pours down mischief. Austrias head lie there,While Philip breathes. Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. K. John. Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up;My mother is assailed in our tent,And taen, I fear. Bast. My lord, I rescued her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not:But on, my liege; for very little painsWill bring this labour to an happy end. [Exeunt. 10 SCENE III.—The same. Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter King John, Eli-nor, Arthur, the Bastard, Hubert, and Lords. K. John. [To Elinor] So shall it be; your grace shalls
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