K. John. Death.[65]65
Hub. My lord?[354]
K. John. A grave.
Hub. He shall not live.
K. John. Enough.
I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember. Madam, fare you well:[355]
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.70
Eli. My blessing go with thee!
K. John. For England, cousin, go:[356]
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you[357]
With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho! [Exeunt.
Scene IV. The same. The French King's tent.
Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and Attendants.[358]
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,
A whole armado of convicted sail[359]
Is scattered and disjoin'd from fellowship.[360]