Act III.
Scene II.
Scene II.—The Same. Plains near Anglers.
Alarums; excursions. Enter the BASTARD,
with the DUKE OF AUSTRIA'S head.
Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows won-
drous 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.
K. John. Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make
up,
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta'en, I fear.
Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not:
But on, my liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to a happy end. [Exeunt.
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