Page 238 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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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?
BASTARD
Who thou wilt: and if thou please
Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think [10]
I come one way of the Plantagenets.
HUBERT
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. [15]
BASTARD
Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?
HUBERT
Why, here walk I in the black brow of night,
To find you out.
BASTARD
Brief, then; and what’s the news?
HUBERT
O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible. [20]
BASTARD
Show me the very wound of this ill news:
I am no woman, I’ll not swound at it.
HUBERT
The king, I fear, is poison’d by a monk:
