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Have done me shame. Brave soldier, pardon me,
Faulo, Brief then; and what's the news?
Hub. O my sweet Sir, news fitted to the night;
Faulc. Shew me the very wound of this ill news,
Hub. The King, I fear, is poison'd by a Monk.
T'acquaint you with this evil; that you might
Faulc. How did he take it? Who did raste to him?
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,
Faulc. Who didit thou leave to tend his Majesty ?
Faulc. With-hold thine indignation, mighty heav'n!
These Lincoln-washes have devoured them;
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Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury and Bigot.
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain, Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Fortel the ending of mortality.
Henry. Let him be brought into the orchard here. Doth he still rage ?
Pemb. He is more patient,
Henry. O vanity of sickness! fierce extreams
Sal. Be of good comfort, Prince, for you are born
4 in their throng and press ] In their tumult and hurry of resorting to the last tenable part.
King John brought in. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow,
It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
Henry. How fares your Majesty ?
K. John. Poison'd. Ill fare ! dead, forsook, cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers in my maw; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Through my burn'd bosom: nor intreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much, I beg cold comfort ; and you are lo strait, And so ungrateful, you deny me that.
Henry. Oh, that there were fome virtue in my tears, That might relieve you!
K. Jobn. The salt of them is hot.
SC E N E X.
Enter Faulconbridge. Faulc. Oh! I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your Majesty. K. Fobn. Oh! cousin, thou art come to set mine
eye. The tackle of my heart is crackt and burnt; And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should fail,
Are turn'd to one thread, one little hair ;
Faulc. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear: My Liege! my Lord!
- but now a King now thus. Henry. Ev'n fo must I run on, and ev'n so flop. What furety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a King, and now is clay?
Faulc. Art thou gone fo? I do but stay behind, To do the office for thee of revenge, And then my soul shall wait on thee to heav'n, As it on earth hath been thy servant ftill. Now, now, you stars, that move in your bright
spheres, Where be your pow'rs? shew now your mended faiths, And instantly return with me again, To push destruction and perpetual shame Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Strait let us seek, or strait we shall be sought; The Dauphin rages at our very
heels. Sal. It seems you know not then so much as we ::: The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; And brings from him fuch offers of our peace, As we with honour and respect may take, With purpose presently to leave this war.
Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Faulc. Let it be so; and you, my noble Prince,
Henry. At Worcester must his body be inter'd.
Faulc. Thither shall it then.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
Faulo. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe,
THE tragedy of King John, ters. The Lady's grief is very though not written with the ut- affecting, and the character of most power of Shakespeare, is va- the Baffard contains that mixture ried with a very pleasing inter- of greainess and lenity which this change of incidents and charac. authour delighted to exhibit.