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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 That, being brought into the open air, [belief, It would aslay 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.

He is more patient Than when you left him ; even now he sung.

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 insensible; 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. '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

Pem.

1 i. e, corruptively. • In their tumult and hurry of resorting to the last tenable part.

To set a form upon that indigest'
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring in 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 And none of you will bid the winter come, [off: 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, And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

(tears,
P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my
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 Philip.
Phil. 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,

ii. e. chaos.

· shrouds, in its true sense of ropes.

Which holds but till thy news be uttered;
And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod,
And module of confounded royalty.

Phil. 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. 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, 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 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;
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.

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

· 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;
For many carriages he hath despatch'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.

Phil. Let it be so :—And you, my noble prince,
With other princes that may best be spar’d,
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr’d,
For so he will'd it.
Phil.

Thither shall it then.
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.

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.

KING RICHARD III.

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