[Alarums, excursions. Enter the BASTARD, with AUSTRIA'S head] |
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BASTARD | Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, While Philip breathes. |
[Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT] | |
KING JOHN | Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear. |
BASTARD | 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] |