Of this most fair occafion, by the which Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Stoop low within those bounds, we have o'er-look'd; And calmly run on in obedience Ev'n to our ocean, to our great King John. My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence, For I do fee the cruel pangs of death Pight in thine eye. Away, my friends; new flight; And happy newness, that intends old right? [Exeunt, leading off Melun. Changes to a different part of the French Camp. Enter Lewis, and his Train. Lewis. THE fun of heav'n, methought, was loth to But ftaid, and made the western welkin blush, When with a volley of our needless shot, 2 Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? Lewis. Here. What news? Mef. The count Melun is flain; the English lords By his perfuafion are again fall'n off; And your fupply, which you have wifh'd fo long, -happy newness, &c.] Hap. py innovation, that purposed the restoration of the ancient right VOL. III. ful government. 2 For tatter'd, the folio reads tottering. Are caft away, and funk on Godwin sands. Lewis. Ah foul, fhrewd, news! Befhrew thy very heart, I did not think to be fo fad to night. As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, King John did fly, an hour or two before The ftumbling night did part our weary powers? The day fhall not be up fo foon as I, To try the fair adventure of to morrow. SCENE [Exeunt. VIII. An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey. Enter Faulconbridge, and Hubert feverally. Hub. W HO's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, Faulc. A friend. What art thou? Why may not I demand of thine affairs, Faulc. Hubert, I think. Hub. Thou haft a perfect thought. I will upon all hazards well believe Thou art my friend, that know'ft my tongue so well. Who art thou? Faulc. Who thou wilt; and, if thou please, Thou may'ft be-friend me fo much, as to think, I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless night 3 t'ou and endless night] We should read, eyeless. So Pindar calls the Moon, the y of night. WARBURTON. Have done me shame. Brave foldier, pardon me, Hub. Why here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out. Faulc. Brief then: and what's the news? Hub. O my fweet Sir, news fitted to the night; Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.. Faulc. Shew me the very wound of this ill news, Hub. The King, I fear, is poifon'd by a Monk. Faulc. How did he take it? Who did tafte to him? And brought Prince Henry in their company; Faule. With-hold thine indignation, mighty heav'n! Kk 2 [Exeunt. SCENE 1 SCENE IX. Changes to the Orchard in Swinstead Abbey. Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury and Bigot. Henry. T is too late; the life of all his blood IT Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain, Which fome fuppofe the foul's frail dwelling-house, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Fortel the ending of mortality. Enter Pembroke. Pemb. His highness yet doth speak, and holds belief, That, being brought into the open air, Of that fell poifon, which affaileth him. Henry. Let him be brought into the orchard here. Doth he ftill rage? Pemb. He is more patient, Than when you left him; even now he fung. Henry. O vanity of fick nefs! fierce extreams In their continuance will not feel themselves. Death having prey'd upon the outward parts, Leaves them infenfible; his fiege is now, Against the mind; the which he pricks and wounde With many legions of ftrange fantasies; Which in their throng and prefs to that laft hold, Confound themfelves. 'Tis ftrange that death fhould fing. I am the cygnet to this pale, faint fwain, His foul and body to their lafting reft. Sal. Be of good comfort, Prince, for you are born To fet a form upon that indigeft, Which he hath left fo fhapeless and so rude. 4-in their throng and prefs-] In their tumult and hurry of reforting to the laft tenable part. King King John brought in. K. John. Ay, marry, now my foul hath elbow. room; It would not out at windows, nor at doors. Henry. How fares your Majesty? K. John. Poifon'd. Ill fare! dead, forfook, caft off; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Henry. Oh, that there were fome virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! K. John. The falt of them is hot. Within me is a hell; and there the poison On unreprievable, condemned blood. SCENE X. Enter Faulconbridge. Faulc. Oh! I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to fee your Majefty. K. John. Oh! coufin, thou art come to fet mine eye. The tackle of my heart is crackt and burnt; And all the fhrowds, wherewith my life fhould fail, Are |