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Upon a parchment; and against this fre
P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
dead, forsook, cast off :
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, R.
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 turn’d 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.
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.-PRINCE HENRY falls on him. Pem. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
My liege! my lord !-But now a king-now thus!
Faul. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
Ess. At Worcester must his body be interr'd ;
Faul. Thither shall it, then;
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.
[Prince kneels. Faul. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it did first help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : naught shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt omnes.