Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!
Which is the side that I must go withal?
I am with both: each army hath a hand;
And in their rage, I having hold of both,
They whirl asunder and dismember me.330
Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win;
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose;
Father, I may not wish the fortune thine;
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;335
Assured loss before the match be play'd.
Lew. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.[321]
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies.
K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.
[Exit Bastard.[322]
France, I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath;340
A rage whose heat hath this condition,
That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,[323]
The blood, and dearest-valued blood, of France.[324]
K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire:345
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
K. John. No more than he that threats. To arms let's hie! [Exeunt.