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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 



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comfort;     and   you    are  so  strait  And    so  ingrateful    you   deny    me   that。 

PRINCE HENRY。 O that there were some virtue in my tears; That might 

relieve you! KING 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 the BASTARD 

       BASTARD。 O; I am scalded with my violent motion And spleen of 

speed to see your Majesty! KING JOHN。 O cousin; thou art come to set 

mine eye! The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt; 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; Which holds but till thy news be 

uttered;    And    then   all  this  thou   seest   is  but   a  clod   And    module     of 

confounded   royalty。   BASTARD。   The   Dauphin   is   preparing   hitherward; 

Where God He knows how we shall answer him; For in a night the best 

part of my pow'r; As I upon advantage did remove; Were in the Washes all 

unwarily      Devoured       by    the   unexpected       flood。    'The    KING      dies' 

SALISBURY。 You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear。 My liege! 

my lord! But now a king…now thus。 PRINCE HENRY。 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? BASTARD。 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   pow'rs? 

Show   now   your   mended   faiths;   And   instantly   return   with   me   again   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。   SALISBURY。   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。 BASTARD。 He will the rather do it when he sees Ourselves 

well   sinewed   to   our   defence。   SALISBURY。   Nay;   'tis   in   a   manner   done 

already; For many carriages he hath dispatch'd To the sea…side; and put his 

cause and quarrel To the disposing of the Cardinal; With whom yourself; 



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myself;   and   other   lords;   If   you   think   meet;   this   afternoon   will   post   To 

consummate this business happily。 BASTARD。 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。   PRINCE   HENRY。 At   Worcester   must   his   body   be 

interr'd; For so he will'd it。 BASTARD。 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。 SALISBURY。 And the like tender of our 

love we make; To rest without   a spot for   evermore。 PRINCE HENRY。  I 

have a kind soul that would give you thanks; And knows not how to do it 

but with tears。 BASTARD。 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 

     THE END 



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