ACT III - Scene II King John

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.

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.