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When th’ English measur'd backward their own ground In faint retire : oh, bravely came we off,
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Count Melun is Nain; the English Lords
Lewis. Ah foul shrewd news! Belhrew thy very heart,
Lewis. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to-night; The day shall not be up soon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow, [Exeunt, SCENE VIII. A place near Swinstead Abby.
Enter Bastard and Hubert severally.
Hub. What's that to thee?
Baft, Hubert, I think.
Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought :
Baft. Who thou wilt ; and if thou please
Have done me shamé ; brave soldier, pardon me,
Baft. Come, come; fans complement, what news abroad?
Hub. Why here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out.
Baß. Brief then : and what's the news ?
Hub. O my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Baft. Shew me the very wound of this ill news,
Hub. The King, I fear, is poison'd by a Monk:
Baft. How did he take it? who did taste to him?
Hub. A Monk, I tell you, a resolved villain,
Ball. Whom didst thou leave to tend his Majesty ?
Hub. Why, know you not? the Lords are all come back, And brought Prince Henry in their company, At whose requeft the King hath pardon'd them, And they are all about his Majesty,
Baft. With-hold thine indignation, mighty heav'n!
Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot,
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 ; Doch he fill rage ?
Pemb. He is more patient
Henry. Oh vanity of sickness! fierce extreams
I am the Cygnet to this pale, faint Swan,
Sal. Be of good comfort, Prince, for you are bord
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 fo hot a summer in my bosom, 'That all my bowels crumble up to duit : I am.a fcribbled form drawn with a pen Upon a parchment, and against this fire
Henry. How fares your Majesty?
K. Zobr. Poison'd, ill fare! oh! dead, forfook, caft off, And none of you will bid the winter come To thruft 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 alk not much, I beg cold comfort, and you are so ftrait
Do I fhrink up.
And so ungrateful, you deny me that.
Henry. O that there were some virtue in my tears,
K. Jobn. The salt of them is hot.
SCENE X. Enter Bastard.
K. Jobn. Oh cousin thou art come to set mine eye:
Baj. 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 walhes all, upwarily, Devoured by the unexpected food. [Tbe King dies,
Sal. You breathe these dead news ip 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. **
Baft. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind
.. and ev'a lo stop
The Daupbin rages at our very heels.
Sal. It seems you know not then fo much as we:
Baj. He will the rather do it, when he feet
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Baft. Let it be so; and you, my noble Prince,
Henry: 'At Worcester must his body be intere'd,
Baft. Thither shall it then.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
Henry. I have a kind foul that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Baf. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been before-hand with our griefs. Thus England never did, and never shall, Lye at the proud foot of a Conqueror, But when it first did help to wound it self, Now these her Princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to it felf do reft but true. [Exeunt omniso