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[To QUEEN ELINOR] So shall it be; your grace shall stay behind So strongly guarded.
[To QUEEN ELINOR] It will be as you say; your grace will stay behind And be strongly guarded.
Cousin, look not sad: Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was.
Cousin, don’t look so sad: Your grandmother loves you, and your uncle will Be as dear to you as your father was.
O, this will make my mother die with grief!
Oh, this will make my mother die from sorrow!
[To the BASTARD] Cousin, away for England! haste before: And, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots; imprisoned angels Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon: Use our commission in his utmost force.
[To the BASTARD] Cousin, go on to England! Hurry up: And, before we arrive, make sure you shake the money bags Of greedy monks; free the angels in prison Let the fat, peaceful people Be fed upon by the hungry now: Carry out our order with all your strength.
Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. I leave your highness. Grandam, I will pray, If ever I remember to be holy, For your fair safety; so, I kiss your hand.
Bells, books, and candles won’t stop me, When gold and silver are waving at me to go. I leave your highness. Grandmother, I will pray, If I ever remember to be holy, For your safety; so, I kiss your hand.
Farewell, gentle cousin.
Goodbye, dear cousin.
Coz, farewell.
Cousin, goodbye.
Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word.
Come here, little kinsman; listen, I have a word.
Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor And with advantage means to pay thy love: And my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say, But I will fit it with some better time. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee.
Come here, Hubert. Oh, my dear Hubert, We owe you so much! inside this body There is a soul who considers you a creditor And intends to repay your kindness: And my good friend, your voluntary oath Lives in my heart, deeply cherished. Give me your hand. I had something to say, But I’ll save it for a better time. By heaven, Hubert, I’m almost embarrassed To say how much I respect you.
I am much bounden to your majesty.
I am very grateful to your majesty.
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet, But thou shalt have; and creep time ne’er so slow, Yet it shall come from me to do thee good. I had a thing to say, but let it go: The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton and too full of gawds To give me audience: if the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound on into the drowsy race of night; If this same were a churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs, Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had baked thy blood and made it heavy-thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men’s eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes, Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears and harmful sound of words; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But, ah, I will not! yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lovest me well.
Good friend, you have no reason to say that yet, But you will have; and even though time may crawl, It will come from me to do you good. I had something to say, but let it go: The sun is up, and the proud day, Surrounded by the pleasures of the world, Is too full of show-off stuff To listen to me: if the midnight bell Did, with its loud sound and harsh voice, Ring on through the sleepy night; If this were a churchyard where we stand, And you were filled with a thousand wrongs, Or if that gloomy spirit, sadness, Had made your blood thick and heavy, Which normally runs smoothly through your veins, Making people laugh and keep their faces in foolish joy, A feeling hateful to my purposes, Or if you could see me without eyes, Hear me without your ears, and answer Without a tongue, using only your imagination, Without eyes, ears, or the harmful sound of words; Then, despite the watchful day, I would pour my thoughts into your heart: But, alas, I will not! Yet I love you well; And, truly, I think you love me well.
So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, By heaven, I would do it.
So much that whatever you ask me to do, Even if it means my death in the process, By heaven, I would do it.
Do not I know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I’ll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And whereso’er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper.
Don’t I know you would? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, look at that young boy: I’ll tell you what, my friend, He’s like a snake in my path; And wherever I step, he’s right in front of me: Do you understand me? You are his keeper.
And I’ll keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty.
And I’ll keep him so, That he won’t harm your majesty.
Death.
Death.
My lord?
My lord?
A grave.
A grave.
He shall not live.
He will not live.
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: I’ll send those powers o’er to your majesty.
That’s enough. I could be happy now. Hubert, I care about you; Well, I won’t say what I plan to do for you: Remember. Madam, goodbye: I’ll send those forces to your majesty.
My blessing go with thee!
My blessing go with you!
For England, cousin, go: Hubert shall be your man, attend on you With all true duty. On toward Calais, ho!
For England, cousin, go: Hubert will be your man, and serve you With all true duty. Let’s head toward Calais, come on!