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King John

Act V, Scene 5

The French camp.
 
[Enter LEWIS and his train]
 
LEWIS
           ,          x          ,            ,         ,
      The sun | of heaven |(methought)| was loath | to set;
             ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      But stayed | and made | the wes|tern wel|kin blush,
            ,        ,         ,                ,     ,
      When Eng|lish mea|sure back|ward their / own ground
           ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      In faint | retire.| Oh brave|ly came | we off,
        ,            ,       ,         ,         ,
      When with | a vol|ley of | our need|less shot,
       ,             ,       ,        ,           ,
      After | such bloo|dy toil,| we bid | good night,
            ,          ,     2    ,        ,       ,
      And wound | our tat|tering co|lors clear|ly up,
        ,             ,          ,        ,         ,
      Last in | the field,| and al|most lords | of it.
 
[Enter a Messenger]
 
MESSENGER
        ,             ,           ,
      Where is | my prince,| the Dau|phin?
 
LEWIS
                                            ,           ,
                                          Here:| what news?
 
MESSENGER
            ,      ,           ,          ,         ,
      The Count | Melun | is slain:| the Eng|lish lords
          ,        ,    ,     2    T    Tx    T
      By his | persua|sion are a|gain fallen off,
            ,        ,           ,            ,          ,
      And your | supply,| which you | have wished | so long,
            ,      ,          ,         ,        ,
      Are cast | away,| and sunk | on Good|win Sands.
 
LEWIS
           ,       T     T    .  T          ,      ,
      Ah foul,| shrewd news. Beshrew | thy ve|ry heart:
         ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      I did | not think | to be | so sad | tonight
           ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      As this | hath made | me. Who | was he | that said
             ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      King John | did fly | an hour | or two | before
            ,          ,           ,         ,        x
      The stumb|ling night | did part | our wea|ry powers?
 
MESSENGER
         ,       ,          ,        ,         ,
      Whoe|ver spoke | it, it | is true | my lord.
 
LEWIS
        T     T    T      ,    2        T    T   .  T
      Well: keep good | quarter and | good care tonight:
           ,           ,        ,        ,       ,
      The day | shall not | be up | so soon | as I,
          ,          ,       ,    ,    2    ,
      To try | the fair | adven|ture of to|morrow.
 
[Exeunt]

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