With many legions of strange fantasies,

Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Confound themselves. 'Tis 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.

Enter Attendants, and BIGOT, carrying KING
JOHN in a chair.

K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow

room;

It would not out at windows nor at doors.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
Upon a parchment, and against this fire
Do I shrink up.

P. Hen.

How fares your majesty?
K. John. Poison'd,-ill fare-dead, forsook,
cast off:

And none of you 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
much,

I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait

26. indigest, shapeless, confused mass.
35. ill fare; 'fare' is disyllabic.

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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 confined 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 uttered;
And then all this thou seest is but a clod

And module 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 ear.

My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus.
P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so
stop.

58. module..., the mould or form of annihilated royalty.

60. answer, confront, meet.

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60

62. upon advantage, as a favourable opportunity occurred. 65. dead news, news of death.

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:

The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,

Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,
And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.

Bast. He will the rather do it when he sees
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath dispatch'd
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To the disposing of the cardinal :

With whom yourself, myself and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To consummate this business happily.

Bast. Let it be so: and you, my noble prince,
With other princes that may best be spared,

82. Cardinal Pandulph. The historic cardinal who effected the negotiations was no longer

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80

90

Pandulph, but Gualo (Hol. iii.

192).

97. princes, lords.

Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be in

terr'd;

For so he will'd it.

Bast.

Thither shall it then :

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And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee
I do bequeath my faithful services

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,
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 first did 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. Nought shall make us

rue,

If England to itself do rest but true.

[Exeunt.

ΣΤΟ

104. bequeath, transfer.

THE TRAGEDY OF

KING RICHARD THE SECOND