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In faint retire : 0, bravely came we off,
Enter a Messenger.
Here : What news? Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English
lords, By his persuasion, are again fallen off: And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news ! - Beshrew thy very
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
to night ;) The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt.
An open Place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead
Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly,
or I shoot. Bast. A friend :- What art thou? Hub.
Of the part of England.
Bast. Whither dost thou go?
Bast. Hubert, I think.
Thou hast a perfect thought:
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, 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
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; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison’d by a monk: I left him almost speechless, 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 him? Hub. A monk, I tell you: a resolved villain, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover.
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty?
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven!
The Orchard of Swinstead-Abbey.
Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigor.
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.
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?
[Exit BIGOT. Pem.
He is more patient Than when
left him; even now he sung.
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in King
John in a Chair.
to dust :
P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
cast off: And none of
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 bosom; nor entreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, And comfort me with cold:- I do not ask you
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait ’,
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 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 utter'd; And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod, And module 3 of confounded royalty.
Bast. 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.
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
My liege! my lord ! — But now a king,
thus. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so
2 Narrow, avaricious.