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• The Life and Death of King John: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: A Room of State In the Palace.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: France. Before the Walls of Angiers.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: France. the French King’s Tent.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Plains Near Angiers.
• Scene III.—: The Same.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. the French King’s Tent.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Northampton. a Room In the Castle.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Before the Castle.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: A Plain, Near St. Edmundsbury. the French Camp.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Field of Battle.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Another Part of the Same.
• Scene V.—: The Same. the French Camp.
• Scene VI.—: An Open Place In the Neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.
• Scene VII.—: The Orchard of Swinstead Abbey.

Scene VI.—

An open Place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.

Enter theBastardandHubert,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?

Hub.

What’s that to thee? Why may not I demand

Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine?

Bast.

Hubert, I think?

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,

Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think

I come one way of the Plantagenets.

Hub.

Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night

Have done me shame: brave soldier, pardon me,

That any accent breaking from thy tongue

Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.

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.

Bast.

Show me the very wound of this ill news:

I am no woman; I’ll not swound at it.

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

The better arm you to the sudden time

Than if you had at leisure known of this.

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

Yet speaks, and peradventure may recover.

Bast.

Whom didst thou leave to tend his majesty?

Hub.

Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,

And brought Prince Henry in their company;

At whose request the king hath pardon’d them,

And they are all about his majesty.

Bast.

Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,

And tempt us not to bear above our power!

I’ll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,

Passing these flats, are taken by the tide;

These Lincoln Washes have devoured them:

Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap’d.

Away before! conduct me to the king;

I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.

[Exeunt.