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I will, upon all hazards, well believe
so well: Who art thou ?
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyeless
night, llave done me shame: -- Brave soldier', pardon That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow
of night; To find you out,
Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news? ? Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the
night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill
news; I am no woman, I'll not śwoon at it.
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: I left him almost speechlels, and broke out To'acquaint you with this evil; that you might The better arm you to the sudden time, Than if you had at leisure known of this. Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ?
And brought prince Henry in their company;
my power this night, Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, These Lincoln washes have devoured them; Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. Away, befo el conduct me to the king, I doubt, he will be dead; or ere I come.
The Orchard of Swinstead - Abbey. Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot. P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's. frail dwelling
belief, That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poison which assaileth him. P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.
(Exit Bigot.] Doth he still rage?
Pemb. He is more patient
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes,
In their continuance, will not feel themselves: 1 Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Leaves them invisible; and his siege is now Against the mind, the which he pricks and
wounds With many legions of strange fantasies ; Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Confound themselves. T'is strange, that death
should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; Andy from the orgán-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting Sala Be of good comfort, prince; for you are
born To set a form upon that indigest Which he hath left so shapeless and so 'rude. Re-enter Bloot, and Attendants, who bring in King
John in a chair.. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul bath elbow.
5 1 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 Upona parchment; and against this fire" 1 Do I shrink
up. P. Hen. How fares your majesty? K. John. Poisond, ill fare; dead, for
sook, cast off : And none iof
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 bobom; nor intreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lipsi And comfort me with cold:
I do not ask you much,
I bog cold comfort; and you are so strait, ,
my tears, That might relieve you!
K. John. The salt in them is hot.
Enter the BASTARD. Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. K. John. : O cousin, thou art come to set mine
eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should
sail, Are turned to one thread, one little hair : My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered; And then all this thou see'st; is but a clod, And module of confounded royalty.
Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer
For, in a nigbt, the best
[The king dies.) Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead
My liege! my lord! - But now a king,
thus. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even 80
stop. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
When this was now a king, and now is clay!
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, To do the office for thee of revenge ; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, As it on earth bath been thy servant still. Now, now, you stars , that move in your right
spheres, Where be your powers ? 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: Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be
sought; The Dauphin rages at our very heels. Sal. It seems, you kuow 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 such offers of our peace As we with honour and respect may take, With purpose presently to leave this war.
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
Sal... Nay, it is in a manner done already; For many carriages he hath dispatch'd To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel To the disposing of the cardinal: With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, If you
think meet, this afternoon will post To consummate this business happily. Bast. Let it be so : And you, my noble
prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
P. Hen. At Worcester must bis body be interr'd; For so he will'd it.
Bast, Tbither shall it then,