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King John

Act V, Scene 6

An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.
 
[Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, severally]
 
HUBERT
              ,            ,           ,        ,       ,
      Who's^there?| Speak^ho,| speak^quick|ly, or | I shoot.
 
BASTARD
           ,       ,          ,
      A friend.| What art | thou?
 
HUBERT
                                    2        ,        ,
                                  Of the | part of | England.
 
BASTARD
       ,          T    T   T
      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 per|fect thought: (pickup)
      ,     2   T   T   T         ,        ,
      I will u|pon all ha|zards well | believe
            ,          ,             ,           ,          ,
      Thou art | my friend,| that knowst | my tongue | so well.
       T   T    T
      Who art thou?  (picked up)
 
BASTARD
       T    T    T     T   T   T      __
      Who thou wilt:| and if thou | please
             ,          ,      T  T   T      2     ,
      Thou mayst | befriend | me so much,| as to think
      T   T   T     ,    2           ,     ,
      I come one | way of the | Planta|genets.
 
HUBERT
          ,       ,            ,         ,         ,
      Unkind | remem|brance: thou,| and end|less night,
             ,     T   T      T      ,         ,    2
      Have done | me shame: brave | soldier,| pardon me,
           ,     ,         ,         ,           ,
      That a|ny ac|cent* brea|king from | thy tongue
            2   ,           ,        ,          ,         ,
      Should escape | the true | acquain|tance of | mine^ear.
 
BASTARD
        T     T     T     ,    2             ,       ,
      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 fit/ting to | the night,
       ___      ,         ,       ,         ,   2
      Black,| fearful,| comfort|less and | horrible.
 
BASTARD
        ,            ,      ,                ,    ,
      Show me | the ve|ry wound | of this / ill news:
      ,          ,        ,          ,      ,
      I am | no wo|man, I'll | not swoon | at it.
 
HUBERT
            ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      The king | I fear | is poi|soned by | a monk,
          ,         ,         ,                 ,    ,
      I left | him al|most speech|less, and / broke out
        2     ,           ,         ,        ,          ,
      To acquaint | you with | this e|vil, that | you might
           ,       ,     ,            ,        ,
      The bet|ter arm | you to | the sud|den time,
            ,        ,        ,         ,          ,
      Than if | you had | at lei|sure known | of this.
 
BASTARD
       ,             ,         ,          ,         ,
      How did | he take | it? Who | did taste | to him?
 
HUBERT
          ,        ,     ,            ,      ,
      A monk | I tell | you, a | resolved | villain
             ,       ,            ,    ,          ,
      Whose bo|wels sud|denly / burst out:| the king
             ,      ,     2   ,         ,      ,
      Yet speaks,| and perad|venture | may re|cover.
 
BASTARD
       ,                 ,          ,         ,    ,
      Who didst | thou leave | to tend | his ma|jesty?
 
HUBERT
            ,         ,          ,          ,           ,
      Why know | you not?| The lords | are all | come^back,
       .     T       T    T      ,          ,     ,
      And brought Prince Hen|ry in | their com|pany;
           ,         ,           ,          ,          ,
      At whose | request | the king | hath par|doned them,
            ,         ,       ,         ,    ,
      And they | are all | about | his ma|jesty.
 
BASTARD
            ,           ,     ,         ,        x
      Withhold | thine in|digna|tion, migh|ty heaven,
            ,         ,         ,       ,          x
      And tempt | us not | to bear | above | our power.
             ,          ,         ,         x            ,
      I'll tell | thee Hu|bert, half | my power | this night
       ,                ,          ,      ,         ,
      Passing | these flats,| are ta|ken by | the tide,
             ,         ,       ,       ,        ,
      These Lin|coln Wash|es have | devou|red them,
          ,            ,         ,       ,        ,
      Myself,| well* moun|ted, hard|ly have | escaped.
        ,        ,         ,        ,         ,
      Away | before:| conduct | me to | the king,
          ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      I doubt | he will | be dead | or ere | I come.
 
[Exeunt]

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