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Phil Come, come: sans compliment, what news
abroad? Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out. Phil.
Brief, then; and what's the news? Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Phil. 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:
Phil. How did he take it? who did taste to him?
. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come And brought prince Henry in their company; [back, At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, And they are all about his majesty.
Phil. 'Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, And tempt us not to bear above our power ! I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, These Lincoln washes have devoured them; Myself, well mounted, hardly have escap'd. Away before! conduct me to the king; I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. Eceunt.
· Who, again, for whom. It is impossible to indicate all the errors in Shakspeare of this kind.
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 souls 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 That, being brought into the open air, [belief, 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.
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born
' i. e. corruptively. • In their tumult and hurry of resorting to the last tenable part.
To set a form upon that indigest'
John in a chair.
P. Hen. How fares your majesty?
K. John. Poison'd,-ill-fare;-dead, forsook, cast 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
much, I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
The salt in them is hot.-
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:
ii. e. chaos.
: shrouds, in its true sense of ropes.
Which holds but till thy news be uttered ;
Phil. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward;
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
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!
Phil. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
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 And instantly return with me again, [faiths; 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;
purpose presently to leave this war.
· module, for copy, transcript. : This untoward accident really happened to king John himself in passing from Lynn to Lincolnshire.
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ;
Phil. Let it be so :And you, my noble prince,
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd,
Thither shall it then.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Phil. 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.
END OF KING JOHN.