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The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.
[Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT]
PRINCE HENRY
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It is / too late,| the life | of all | his blood
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Is touched,| corrupt|ibly:| and his / pure brain
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(Which some | suppose | the soul's | frail
dwelling-house) ??
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Doth by | the id|le com|ments that | it makes,
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Foretell | the end|ing of | mortal|ity.
[Enter PEMBROKE]
PEMBROKE
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His high|ness yet | doth speak,| and holds |
belief,
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That be|ing brought | into | the op|en air,
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It would | allay | the burn|ing qual|ity
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Of that / fell pois|on which | assail|eth him.
PRINCE HENRY
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Let him | be brought | into | the orch|ard here:
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Doth he | still rage?
[Exit BIGOT]
PEMBROKE
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He | is more | patient
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Than when | you left | him; ev|en now | he sung.
PRINCE HENRY
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O van|ity | of sick|ness: fierce | extremes
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In their | contin|uance, will | not feel |
themselves.
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Death hav|ing preyed | upon | the out|ward parts
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Leaves them | invis|ible,| and his siege | is now
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Against | the mind,| the which | he pricks | and
wounds
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With ma|ny leg|ions of / strange fant|asies,
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Which in | their throng,| and press | to that /
last hold,
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Confound | themselves.| 'Tis strange | that death
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I am the | cygnet | to this | pale faint swan,
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Who chants | a dole|ful hymn | to his / own
death,
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And from | the org|an-pipe | of frail|ty sings
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His soul | and bo|dy to | their last|ing rest.
SALISBURY
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Be of | good* com|fort (prince)| for you | are
born
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To set | a form | upon | that ind|igest
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Which he | hath left | so shape|less, and | so
rude.
[Enter Attendants, and BIGOT, carrying KING JOHN in a chair]
KING JOHN
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Aye* mar|ry, now | my soul | hath el|bow room,
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It would | not out | at wind|ows, nor | at doors,
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There is so | hot a | summer | in my | bosom,
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That all | my bow|els crum|ble up | to dust:
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I am | a scrib|bled form | drawn with | a pen
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Upon | a parch|ment, and | against | this fire
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Do I | shrink^up.
PRINCE HENRY
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How fares | your maj|esty?
KING JOHN
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Poisoned,| ill fare: dead,| forsook,| cast^off,
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And none | of you | will bid | the wint|er come
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To thrust | his i|cy fing|ers in | my maw;
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Nor let | my king|dom's riv|ers take | their
course
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Through my / burned bos|om: nor | entreat | the
north
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To make his | bleak winds kiss | my parch|ed
lips, ??
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And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you
much, ????
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I beg | cold com/fort: and | you are | so
straight
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And so | ingrate|ful, you | deny | me that.
PRINCE HENRY
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O that | there were | some vir|tue in | my tears,
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That might | relieve | you.
KING JOHN
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The salt | in them | is hot.
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Within | me is | a hell,| and there | the poison
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Is, as | a fiend,| confined | to tyr|annize,
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On un|repriev|able | condem|ned blood.
[Enter the BASTARD]
BASTARD
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Oh, I am | scalded | with my | violent | motion
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And spleen | of speed,| to see | your maj|esty.
KING JOHN
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Oh cous|in, thou | art come | to set | mine eye:
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The tack|le of | my heart,| is cracked | and burned,
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And all | the shrouds | wherewith | my life | should sail,
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Are turned | to one | thread, one lit|tle hair:
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My heart | hath one | poor* string | to stay | it by,
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Which holds | but till | thy news | be ut|tered,
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And then | all this | thou seest,| is but | a clod,
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And mod|ule of | confound|ed roy|alty.
BASTARD
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The Dauph|in is | prepar|ing hith|erward,
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Where heaven | He knows | how we | shall ans|wer him.
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For in | a night | the best | part of | my power,
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As I | upon | advant|age did | remove,
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Were in | the Wash|es all | unwar|ily,
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Devour|ed by | the un|expect|ed flood.
[KING JOHN dies]
SALISBURY
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You breathe | these dead | news in | as dead | an ear.
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My liege,| my lord:| but now | a king, now thus.
PRINCE HENRY
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Even so | must I | run on,| and even | so* stop.
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What sure|ty of | the world,| what hope,| what stay,
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When this | was now | a king,| and now | is clay?
BASTARD
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Art thou | gone so?| I do | but stay | behind,
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To do | the of|fice for | thee, of | revenge,
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And then | my soul | shall wait | on thee | to heaven,
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As it | on earth | hath been | thy serv|ant still.
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Now*, now,| you stars | that move | in your / right
spheres,
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Where be | your powers?| Show now | your mend|ed
faiths,
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And inst|antly | return | with me | again,
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To push | destruc|tion, and | perpet|ual shame
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Out of | the weak | door of | our faint|ing land:
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Straight let us seek,| or straight | we shall | be
sought,
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The Dauph|in rag|es at | our ver|y heels.
SALISBURY
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It seems | you know | not^then | so much | as we:
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The Card|inal Pand|ulph is | within | at rest,
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Who half | an hour since came | from the | Dauphin,
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And brings | from him | such^of|fers of | our peace,
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As we | with hon|or and | respect | may take,
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With pur|pose pres|ently | to leave | this war.
BASTARD
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He will | the rath|er do | it, when | he sees
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Ourselves | well* sin|ewed | to our | defense.
SALISBURY
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Nay, it | is in a | manner | done al|ready,
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For man|y car|riages | he hath | dispatched
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To the / seaside,| and put | his cause | and quarrel
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To the | dispos|ing of | the card|inal,
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With whom | yourself,| myself,| and oth|er lords,
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If you think meet,| this aft|ernoon | will post
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To con|summate | this bus|iness hap|pily.
BASTARD
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Let it | be so,| and you | my nob|le prince,
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With oth|er princ|es that | may best | be spared,
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Shall wait | upon | your fath|er's fun|eral.
PRINCE HENRY
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At Worce|ster must | his bod|y be | interred,
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For so | he willed | it.
BASTARD
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Thith|er shall | it then,
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And hap|pily | may* your / sweet self | put on
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The lin|eal state,| and glo|ry of | the land,
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To whom | with all | submis|sion on | my knee,
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I do | bequeath | my faith|ful ser|vices
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And true | subjec|tion ev|erlast|ingly.
SALISBURY
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And the / like tend|er of | our love | we make
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To rest | without | a spot | for ev|ermore.
PRINCE HENRY
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I have | a kind | soul, that | would give | you thanks,
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And knows | not^how | to do | it, but | with tears.
BASTARD
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Oh let | us pay | the time:| but need|ful woe,
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Since^it | hath been | before|hand with | our griefs.
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This Eng|land nev|er did,| nor nev|er shall,
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Lie at | the proud | foot of | a con|queror,
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But when | it first | did help | to wound | itself.
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Now, these her | princes are | come home again,
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Come the | three corn/ers of | the world | in arms,
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And we | shall shock | them: Nought | shall make
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rue,
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If Eng|land to | itself | do rest | but true.
[Exeunt]