Act 3, Scene 2

BASTARD

Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot; Some airy devil hovers in the sky And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there, While Philip breathes.

KING JOHN

Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up: My mother is assailed in our tent, And ta'en, I fear.

BASTARD

My lord, I rescued her; Her highness is in safety, fear you not: But on, my liege; for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end.

Takes