_Const._ That which upholdeth him that thee upholds, 315 His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! _Lew._ I muse your majesty doth seem so cold, When such profound respects do pull you on. _Pand._ I will denounce a curse upon his head. _K. Phi._ Thou shalt not need. England, I will fall from thee.[320] 320 _Const._ O fair return of banish'd majesty! _Eli._ O foul revolt of French inconstancy! _K. John._ France, thou shalt rue this hour within this hour. _Bast._ Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time, Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. 325 _Blanch._ The sun's o'ercast 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; 335 Assured loss before the match be play'd. _Lew._ Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.[321] _Blanch._ There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. _K. John._ Cousin, go draw our puissance together. [_Exit Bastard._[322] France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath; 340 A rage whose heat hath this condition, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,[323] The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.[324] _K. Phi._ Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: 345 Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. _K. John._ No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _The same. Plains near Angiers._[325] _Alarums, excursions. Enter the_ BASTARD, _with_ AUSTRIA'S _head_. _Bast._ Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky,[326] And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, While Philip breathes. _Enter_ KING JOHN, ARTHUR, _and_ HUBERT.[327] _K. John._ Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:[328] 5 My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. _Bast._ My lord, I rescued her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not: But on, my liege; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. [_Exeunt._[329] 10 SCENE III. _The same._[330] _Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter_ KING JOHN, ELINOR, ARTHUR, _the_ BASTARD, HUBERT, _and_ Lords.