KING JOHN. 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 asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee.

Come Hither Hubert

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