Hub. So well, that what you bid me vndertake,
Though that my death were adiunct to my Act,
By heauen I would doe it
Iohn. Doe not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye
On yon young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way,
And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me: dost thou vnderstand me?
Thou art his keeper
Hub. And Ile keepe him so,
That he shall not offend your Maiesty
Iohn. Death
Hub. My Lord
Iohn. A Graue
Hub. He shall not liue
Iohn. Enough.
I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee.
Well, Ile not say what I intend for thee:
Remember: Madam, Fare you well,
Ile send those powers o're to your Maiesty
Ele. My blessing goe with thee
Iohn. For England Cosen, goe.
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With al true duetie: On toward Callice, hoa.