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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, corrup|tibly:| and his / pure brain
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(Which some | suppose | the soul's | frail
dwelling-house) ??
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Doth by | the i|dle com|ments that | it makes
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Foretell | the en|ding of | morta|lity.
[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 o|pen air,
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It would | allay | the bur|ning qua|lity
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Of that / fell poi|son which | assai|leth him.
PRINCE HENRY
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Let him | be brought | into | the or|chard 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; e|ven now | he sung.
PRINCE HENRY
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O va|nity | of sick|ness: fierce | extremes
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In their | contin|uance, will | not feel |
themselves.
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Death ha|ving preyed | upon | the out|ward parts
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Leaves them | invi|sible,| 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 le|gions of / strange fan|tasies,
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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 or|gan-pipe | of frail|ty sings
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His soul | and bo|dy to | their las|ting 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 in|digest
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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 win|dows, nor | at doors,
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There is so | hot a | summer | in my | bosom,
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That all | my bo|wels 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 ma|jesty?
KING JOHN
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Poisoned,| ill fare: dead,| forsook,| cast^off,
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And none | of you | will bid | the win|ter come
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To thrust | his i|cy fin|gers in | my maw;
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Nor let | my king|dom's ri|vers take | their
course
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Through my / burned bo|som: nor | entreat | the
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To make his | bleak winds kiss | my par|ched
lips, ??
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And com|fort 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 virtue 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 tyrannize
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On unreprievable condemned blood.
[Enter the BASTARD]
BASTARD
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O, I am scalded with my violent motion,
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And spleen of speed to see your majesty!
KING JOHN
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O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:
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The tackle 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 little 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 uttered;
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And then all this thou seest is but a clod
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And module of confounded royalty.
BASTARD
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The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,
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Where heaven He knows how we shall answer him;
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For in a night the best part of my power,
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As I upon advantage did remove,
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Were in the Washes all unwarily
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Devoured by the unexpected 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 surety 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 office 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 servant 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 mended
faiths,
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And instantly return with me again,
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To push destruction and perpetual shame
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Out of the weak door of our fainting land.
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Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be
sought;
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The Dauphin rages at our very heels.
SALISBURY
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It seems you know not, then, so much as we:
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The Cardinal Pandulph 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 offers of our peace
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As we with honor and respect may take,
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With purpose presently to leave this war.
BASTARD
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He will the rather do it when he sees
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Ourselves well sinewed to our defense.
SALISBURY
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Nay, it is in a manner done already;
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For many carriages he hath dispatched
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To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
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To the disposing of the cardinal:
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With whom yourself, myself and other lords,
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If you think meet, this afternoon will post
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To consummate this business happily.
BASTARD
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Let it be so: and you, my noble prince,
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With other princes that may best be spared,
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Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
PRINCE HENRY
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At Worcester must his body be interred;
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For so he willed it.
BASTARD
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Thither shall it then:
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And happily may your sweet self put on
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The lineal state and glory of the land!
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To whom with all submission, on my knee
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I do bequeath my faithful services
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And true subjection everlastingly.
SALISBURY
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And the like tender of our love we make,
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To rest without a spot for evermore.
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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O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
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Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
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This England never did, nor never shall,
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Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
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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 corners of the world in arms,
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And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us
rue,
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If England to itself do rest but true.
[Exeunt]