William Shakespeare - King John Act 5 Scene 6 lyrics

Act V SCENE VI AN OPEN PLACE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF SWINSTEAD ABBEY Enter the ba*tard and HUBERT, severally HUBERT Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. ba*tard A friend. What art thou? HUBERT Of the part of England. ba*tard Whither dost thou go? HUBERT What's that to thee? why may not I demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? ba*tard 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? ba*tard 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 escape the true acquaintance of mine ear. ba*tard Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? HUBERT Why, here walk I in the black brow of night, To find you out. ba*tard Brief, then; and what's the news? HUBERT O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible. ba*tard 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. ba*tard 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. ba*tard 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. ba*tard Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, And tempt us not to bear above our power! I'll tell tree, Hubert, half my power this night, Pa**ing these flats, are taken by the tide; These Lincoln Washes have devoured them; Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped. Away before: conduct me to the king; I doubt he will be dead or ere I come. Exeunt