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King John
act v   Scene 6.
William Shakespeare
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       An open place wear Swinstead Abbey
       Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, severally
       HUBERT
       Who's there? Speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.
       BASTARD
       A friend. What art thou?
       HUBERT
       Of the part of England.
       BASTARD
       Whither dost thou go?
       HUBERT
       What's that to thee? Why may I not demand
       Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine?
       BASTARD
       Hubert, I think.
       HUBERT
       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?
       BASTARD
       Who thou wilt. And if thou please,
       Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
       I come one way of the Plantagenets.
       HUBERT
       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.
       BASTARD
       Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?
       HUBERT
       Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
       To find you out.
       BASTARD
       Brief, then; and what's the news?
       HUBERT
       O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
       Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
       BASTARD
       Show me the very wound of this ill news;
       I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
       HUBERT
       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.
       BASTARD
       How did he take it; who did taste to him?
       HUBERT
       A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
       Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
       Yet speaks, and peradventure may recover.
       BASTARD
       Who didst thou leave to tend his Majesty?
       HUBERT
       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.
       BASTARD
       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
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