King John Act 3 Scene 3 lyrics

                                                      Act III

                                                   SCENE III

                                                  THE SAME

Alarums, excursions, retreat. Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, ARTHUR, the bast*rd, HUBERT, and Lords

KING JOHN
To Queen ELINOR So shall it be; your grace shall
stay behind
So strongly guarded.

To ARTHUR

Cousin, look not sad:
Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
As dear be to thee as thy father was.

ARTHUR
O, this will make my mother die with grief!

KING JOHN
To the bast*rd Cousin, away for England!
haste before:
And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags
Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels
Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Must by the hungry now be fed upon:
Use our commission in his utmost force.