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SCENE, an open Place in the Neighbourhood of
Enter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, severally.
Hub. What's that to thee?
Faulc. Hubert, I think.
Hub. Thou haft a perfect thought:
Faulc. Who thou wilt ; and, if thou please,
Hub.Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night (22) Have done me shame; brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Faulc.Come, come;
sans compliment, what news abroad? Hub. Why here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out.
Faulc. Brief then: and what's the news?
Hub. O my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night ; Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Faul. Shew me the very wound of this ill news, I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. (22) Unkind Remembrance ; thou and endless Night
Have done me shame :- -] Why, endless Night? Hubert means no more, than that the Dulness of his Recollection, and the Darkness of the Night, had disgraced him in his not knowing Faulconbridge by the Tone of his voice. Our Author certainly wrote, eye-less. Mr. Warburton likewise concurr'd in starring this Emendation.
Hub. The King, I fear, is poison'd by a Monk:
Faulc. How did he take it? who did taste to him?
Faulc. Who didit thou leave to tend his Majesty ?
Faulc. With-hold thine indignation, mighty heav'n!
Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury and Bigot.
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain,
Enter Pembroke. Pemb. His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief, That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poison, which affaileth him.
Henry. Let him be brought into the orchard here ; Doth he ftill rage?
Pemb. He is more patient,
Henry. Oh vanity of sickness ! fierce extreams
Sal. Be of good comfort, Prince ; for you are born
King John brought in. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room ; It would not out at windows, nor at doors. There is so hot a summer in my bosom, That all my bowels crumble up to dust : I am a scribbled form drawn with a pen Upon a parchment, and against this fire Do I shrink up.
Henry. How fares your Majesty ?
K. John. Poison'd, ill fare! dead, forsook, caft off;
Henry. Oh, that there were some virtue in my tears,
Within me is a hell ; and there the poison
K.John. Oh! cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:
Faule. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, Where, heav'n he knows, how we shall answer him. For, in a night, the best part of my power, As I upon advantage did remove, Were in the washes, all unwarily, Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The King dies
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear : My Liege! my Lord !—but now a King—now thus.
Henry. Ev'n so muft I run on, and ev'n so stop. What surety 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 ftilt. 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 fought ; The Dauphin rages at our very
heels. Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we : The Cardinal Pandulph is within at reft, Who half an hour fince came from the Dauphins
And brings from him such offers of our peace,
Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he sees
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 interr'd.
Faulc. Thither shall it then.
To whom, with all Submission on my knee, 1 I do bequeath my faithful services,
And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
Henry. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks,
Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe,
The End of the Third Volume.