Page 190 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy; I’ll tell thee what, my friend, [60]
He is a very serpent in my way;
And wheresoe’er this foot of mine doth tread,

He lies before me: dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

HUBERT
And I’ll keep him so
That he shall not offend your majesty. [65]

KING JOHN
Death.

HUBERT

My lord?

KING JOHN

A grave.

HUBERT
He shall not live.

KING JOHN
Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee.
Well, I’ll not say what I intend for thee:

Remember. − Madam, fare you well:
I’ll send those powers o’er to your majesty. [70]

ELEANOR
My blessing go with thee!

KING JOHN
For England, cousin, go:
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you

With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!