Enter a Messenge
Messenger Where is my prince,the Dauphin?LEWIS Here:what news?Messenger The Count Melun is slain;the English lords By his persuasion are again fall'n off,And your supply,which you have wish'd so long,Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.LEWIS Ah,foul shrewd news!beshrew thy very heart!
I did not think to be so sad to-night 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?Messenger Whoever spoke it,it is true,my lord.LEWIS Well;keep good quarter and good care to-night:
The day shall not be up so soon as I,To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
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SCENE VI.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 not I 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.