K. John. Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: And none of you will bid the winter come, Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! K. John. The salt in them is hot.- Enter FAULCONBRIDGE and HUBERT. Faul. 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 seest is but a clod, And module of.confounded royalty. Faul. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, Heaven 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. Pem. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. My liege! my lord !-But now a king,-now thus! Faul. 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, Faul. Thither shall it then. And happily may you, sweet prince, put on And true subjection everlastingly. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. [All kneel. P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it but with tears. Faul. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, [Exeunt omnes. THE END, |