ACT V In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, Enter a Messenger. Here: what news? MESS. Where is my Prince, the Dolphin? And your supplies, which you have wish'd so long, LEW. Ah, foul shrewd news! beshrew thy very heart! As this hath made me. Who was he that said King John did fly an hour or two before The stumbling Night did part our weary powers? LEW. Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night: To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. ΤΟ 21 [exeunt. SCENE VI. Swinstead Abbey. Enter, severally, the Bastard and HUBERT. HUB. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. BAST. A friend. What art thou? HUB. BAST. Whither dost thou go? Of the part of England. HUB. What's that to thee? why may not I demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? BAST. Hubert, I think? 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 may'st befriend me so much as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. HUB. Unkind Remembrance! thou and eyeless Night That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. HUB. Why, here walk I in the black brow of Night BAST. I left him almost speechless, and broke out Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the King 20 30 BAST. Who didst thou leave to tend his Majesty? And brought Prince Henry in their company; At whose request the King hath pardon'd them, BAST. Withhold thine indignation, mighty Heaven, I doubt he will be dead or ere I come. 1 necessity. 40 [exeunt. 2 i.e. approve his dishes. ACT V SCENE VII. The Same; an Orchard. Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. P. HEN. It is too late: the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure1 brain Enter PEMBROKE. PEM. His Highness yet doth speak; and holds belief It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poison which assaileth him. P. HEN. Let him be brought into the Orchard here. ΤΟ [Exit BIGOT. PEM. 2 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 Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. JOHN brought in. K. JOHN. Ay, marry; now my soul hath elbow-room; It would not out at windows nor at doors. 20 1 mere. 2 invisibly; i.e. himself unscen. 3 anarchy. There is so hot a summer in my bosom P. HEN. How fares your Majesty? K. JOHN. Poison'd-ill fare-deny'd, forsook, cast off; And comfort me with cold: I do not ask you much, P. HEN. O, that there were some virtue in my tears K. JOHN. The salt in them is hot. Within me is a Hell; and there the poison On unreprievable condemned blood. 30 ACT V Sc. VII 40 Enter the Bastard. BAST. O, I am scalded with my violent motion K. JOHN. O Cousin, thou art come to set1 mine eye: BAST. The Dolphin 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, Devoured by the unexpected flood. IV: K 1 fix. 50 61 [KING JOHN dies. 2 effigy. 73 Sc. VII ACT V SAL. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. 70 And then my soul shall wait on thee to Heaven, To push Destruction and perpetual Shame Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; 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 P. HEN. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; BAST. Thither shall it, then: The lineal state and glory of the land! To whom, with all submission, on my knee, 80 90 100 |