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Enter BASTARD and HUBERT, severally.
Enter BASTARD and HUBERT, severally.
HUBERT
Who’s there? Speak ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
HUBERT
Who’s there? Speak ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
BASTARD
A friend. What art thou?
BASTARD
A friend. What art thou?
HUBERT
Of the part of England.
HUBERT
Of the part of England.
BASTARD
Whither dost thou go?
BASTARD
Whither dost thou go?
HUBERT
5
What’s that to thee?
HUBERT
5
What’s that to thee?
BASTARD
Why may not I demand of thine affairs
As well as thou of mine? Hubert, I think?
BASTARD
Why may not I demand of thine affairs
As well as thou of mine? Hubert, I think?
HUBERT
Thou hast a perfect thought.
I will upon all hazards well believe
10
Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
HUBERT
Thou hast a perfect thought.
I will upon all hazards well believe
10
Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
BASTARD
Who thou wilt. An if thou please,
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
BASTARD
Who thou wilt. An if thou please,
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
HUBERT
15
Unkind remembrance! Thou and endless night
Have done me shame. Brave soldier, pardon me
That any accent breaking from thy tongue
Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
HUBERT
15
Unkind remembrance! Thou and endless 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?
BASTARD
Come, come. Sans compliment, what news abroad?
HUBERT
20
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
To find you out.
HUBERT
20
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
To find you out.
BASTARD
Brief, then; and what’s the news?
BASTARD
Brief, then; and what’s the news?
HUBERT
O my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
HUBERT
O my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
BASTARD
25
Show me the very wound of this ill news.
I am no woman; I’ll not swoon at it.
BASTARD
25
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 poisoned by a monk.
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
30
The better arm you to the sudden time
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
HUBERT
The King, I fear, is poisoned by a monk.
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
30
The better arm you to the sudden time
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
BASTARD
How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
BASTARD
How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
HUBERT
A monk, I tell you, a resolvèd villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
35
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
HUBERT
A monk, I tell you, a resolvèd villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
35
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
BASTARD
Who didst thou leave to tend his Majesty?
BASTARD
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 pardoned them,
40
And they are all about 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 pardoned them,
40
And they are all about his Majesty.
BASTARD
Withhold thine indignation, mighty God,
And tempt us not to bear above our power.
I’ll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
45
These Lincoln Washes have devourèd them.
Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
Away before. Conduct me to the King.
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
BASTARD
Withhold thine indignation, mighty God,
And tempt us not to bear above our power.
I’ll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
45
These Lincoln Washes have devourèd them.
Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
Away before. Conduct me to the King.
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
They exit.
They exit.

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Modern Text
Enter BASTARD and HUBERT, severally.
Enter BASTARD and HUBERT, severally.
HUBERT
Who’s there? Speak ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
HUBERT
Who’s there? Speak ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
BASTARD
A friend. What art thou?
BASTARD
A friend. What art thou?
HUBERT
Of the part of England.
HUBERT
Of the part of England.
BASTARD
Whither dost thou go?
BASTARD
Whither dost thou go?
HUBERT
5
What’s that to thee?
HUBERT
5
What’s that to thee?
BASTARD
Why may not I demand of thine affairs
As well as thou of mine? Hubert, I think?
BASTARD
Why may not I demand of thine affairs
As well as thou of mine? Hubert, I think?
HUBERT
Thou hast a perfect thought.
I will upon all hazards well believe
10
Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
HUBERT
Thou hast a perfect thought.
I will upon all hazards well believe
10
Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
BASTARD
Who thou wilt. An if thou please,
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
BASTARD
Who thou wilt. An if thou please,
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
HUBERT
15
Unkind remembrance! Thou and endless night
Have done me shame. Brave soldier, pardon me
That any accent breaking from thy tongue
Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
HUBERT
15
Unkind remembrance! Thou and endless 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?
BASTARD
Come, come. Sans compliment, what news abroad?
HUBERT
20
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
To find you out.
HUBERT
20
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night
To find you out.
BASTARD
Brief, then; and what’s the news?
BASTARD
Brief, then; and what’s the news?
HUBERT
O my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
HUBERT
O my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
BASTARD
25
Show me the very wound of this ill news.
I am no woman; I’ll not swoon at it.
BASTARD
25
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 poisoned by a monk.
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
30
The better arm you to the sudden time
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
HUBERT
The King, I fear, is poisoned by a monk.
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
30
The better arm you to the sudden time
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
BASTARD
How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
BASTARD
How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
HUBERT
A monk, I tell you, a resolvèd villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
35
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
HUBERT
A monk, I tell you, a resolvèd villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out. The King
35
Yet speaks and peradventure may recover.
BASTARD
Who didst thou leave to tend his Majesty?
BASTARD
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 pardoned them,
40
And they are all about 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 pardoned them,
40
And they are all about his Majesty.
BASTARD
Withhold thine indignation, mighty God,
And tempt us not to bear above our power.
I’ll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
45
These Lincoln Washes have devourèd them.
Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
Away before. Conduct me to the King.
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
BASTARD
Withhold thine indignation, mighty God,
And tempt us not to bear above our power.
I’ll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
45
These Lincoln Washes have devourèd them.
Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
Away before. Conduct me to the King.
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
They exit.
They exit.
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