King John by William Shakespeare

Act 3 - Scene 2

The same. Plains near Angiers.

Philip the Bastard : Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; [p]Some airy devil
hovers in the sky [p]And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie
there, [p]While Philip breathes.

King John : Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up: [p]My mother is assailed in
our tent, [p]And ta'en, I fear.

Philip the Bastard : My lord, I rescued her; [p]Her highness is in safety, fear you
not: [p]But on, my liege; for very little pains [p]Will bring this
labour to an happy end.

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