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Enter the Bastard.
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye;
Bast. 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
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 !
Bast. 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 faiths; And instantly return with me again, To push destruction, and perpetual shame,
Out of the weak door of our fainting land:
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Bast. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince,
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr’d; For so he will'd it.
Bast. Thither shall it then.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you
thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Bast. 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.