JOHN. Why, where is Ely, Warman?
WAR. Fled to-day: this misty morning he is fled away.
JOHN. O Judas! whom nor friend nor foe may trust,
Think'st thou with tears and plaints to answer this?
Do I not know thy heart? do I not know
That bribes have purchas'd Ely this escape?
Never make antic faces, never bend
With feigned humblesse thy still crouching knee,
But with fix'd eyes unto thy doom attend.
Villain! I'll plague thee for abusing me.
Go hence; and henceforth never set thy foot
In house or field thou didst this day possess.
Mark what I say: advise thee to look to't,
Or else, be sure, thou diest remediless.
Nor from those houses see that thou receive
So much as shall sustain thee for an hour,
But as thou art, go where thou canst; get friends,
And he that feeds thee be mine enemy.
WAR. O my good lord!
JOHN. Thou thy good lord betrayedst,
And all the world for money thou wilt sell.
WAR. What says the queen?
QUEEN. Why, thus I say:
Betray thy master, thou wilt all betray.
WAR. My Lords of Chester and of Salisbury!
BOTH. Speak not to us: all traitors we defy.
WAR. Good my Lord Prior!