The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Mess._ The Count Melun is slain; the English lords 10
By his persuasion are again fall'n off,[641]
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,[642]
Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
_Lew._ Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart!
I did not think to be so sad to-night[643] 15
As this hath made me. Who was he that said
King John did fly an hour or two before
The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
_Mess._ Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
_Lew._ Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night: 20
The day shall not be up so soon as I,
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [_Exeunt._
SCENE VI. _An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead
Abbey._[644]
_Enter the_ BASTARD _and_ HUBERT, _severally_.
_Hub._ Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.
_Bast._ A friend. What art thou?
_Hub._ Of the part of England.
_Bast._ Whither dost thou go?[645][646]
_Hub._ What's that to thee? why may not I demand[646][647]
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?[646][647] 5
_Bast._ Hubert, I think?[646][647]
_Hub._ Thou hast a perfect thought:
I will upon all hazards well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
_Bast._ Who thou wilt: and if thou please,[648]
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think 10
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
_Hub._ Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night[649]
Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me,
That any accent breaking from thy tongue
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. 15
_Bast._ Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?
_Hub._ Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
To find you out.
_Bast._ Brief, then; and what's the news?
_Hub._ O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible. 20
_Bast._ Show me the very wound of this ill news:
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.[650]
_Hub._ The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless; and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might 25
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this.[651]
_Bast._ How did he take it? who did taste to him?
_Hub._ A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king 30
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
_Bast._ Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?[652]
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