Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. While Philip breathes.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Hubert, keepe this boy: Philip make vp,
Iohn. My Mother is assayled in our Tent,
Iohn. And tane I feare.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. My Lord I rescued her,
Bast. Her Highnesse is in safety, feare you not:
Bast. But on my Liege, for very little paines
Bast. Will bring this labor to an happy end.
Bast. Exit.
Bast. [Act 3, Scene 3]
Bast. Alarums, excursions, Retreat. Enter Iohn, Eleanor, Arthur
Bast. Bastard, Hubert, Lords.
Iohn. So shall it be: your Grace shall stay behinde
Iohn. So strongly guarded: Cosen, looke not sad,
Iohn. Thy Grandame loues thee, and thy Vnkle will
Iohn. As deere be to thee, as thy father was.
Arth. Arth.