Alarums, excursions. Enter the Bastard, 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.