SCENE VI.—An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Enter the Bastard and HUBERT meeting. HUB. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. BAST. A friend.-What art thou? HUB. BAST. Whither dost thou go? HUB. Of the part of England. What's that to thee? Why may I not demand of thine affairs, As well as thou of mine? HUB. Thou hast a perfect thought: I will, upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well: Who art thou? BAST. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. HUB. Unkind remembrance! thou, and endless night, Have done me shame:-Brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. BAST. Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? 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. Show me the very wound of this ill news; HUB. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: Than if you had at leisure known of this. BAST. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. BAST. Who 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 request the king hath pardon'd them, BAST. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, [Exeunt SCENE VII.-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-house) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality. Enter PEMBROKE. PEM. 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 assaileth him. P. HEN. Let him be brought into the orchard here.— Doth he still rage? He is more patient PEM. [Exit BIGOT. P. HEN. O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, In their continuance, will not feel themselves. 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; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. SAL. 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 BIGOT and Attendants, who bring in KING JOHN in a Chair. K. JOHN. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow room; K. JOHN. Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course And comfort me with cold:—I do not ask you much, And so ingrateful, you deny me that. P. HEN. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! K. JOHN. The salt in them is hot. Within me is a hell; and there the poison Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize On unreprievable condemned blood. 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 burnt; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail, My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, BAST. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows how we shall answer him: 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. P. HEN. Even so must I run on, and even so 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 hath been thy servant still. Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres, Where be your powers? Show 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 know not then so much as we: Who half an hour since came from the dauphin; BAST. He will the rather do it, when he sees SAL. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, think meet, this afternoon will post If you To consummate this business happily. BAST. Let it be so:-And you, my noble prince, P. HEN. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; BAST. Thither shall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on To whom, with all submission, on my knee, And true subjection everlastingly. SAL. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. P. HEN. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. BAST. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, [Exeunt, |