SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers.
Alarums, excursions. Enter the B*STARD, with AUSTRIA’S head
Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot;
Some airy devil hovers in the sky
And pours down mischief. Austria’s head lie there,
While Philip breathes.Enter KING JOHN, ARTHUR, and HUBERT
Hubert, keep this boy. Philip, make up:
My mother is assailed in our tent,
And ta’en, I fear.
My lord, I rescued her;
Her highness is in safety, fear you not:
But on, my liege; for very little pains
Will bring this labour to an happy end.Exeunt
