There is fo hot a Summer in my bofom, Henry. How fares your Majefty? K.John. Poifon'd, ill Fare! dead, forsook, cast off; (31) 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. Enter Faulconbridge. Faulc. Oh, I am fcalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to fee your Majesty. K. John. Oh, coufin, thou art come to fet mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crackt and burnt; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should fail, Are turned to one thread, one little hair: My heart hath one poor ftring to stay it by, (31) Poifon'd, ill Fate !] This is Mr. Pope's Reading, on no Authority that I can find. I have replac'd Fare, with the old Copies; and confidering how much our Author lov'd and has practifed the Jingle and Play on Words, fimilar in Sound; there is no Queftion but he intended it here. So, in his Second Part of Henr. VI. Sheriff, farewel; and better than I fare: And, in the Third Part of Henr. VI. How now, fair Lords? What Fare? What News abroad? In Fate both takes away the Antithefis, and makes a very flat infipid Exclamation. Whch Which holds but till thy news be uttered; Faule. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, Where, heav'n he knows, how we fhall answer him. For, in a night, the best part of my Power, As I upon advantage did remove, Were in the Wafhes, all unwarily, Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The King dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear: And then my foul fhall wait on thee to heav'n, Now, now, you Stars, that move in your bright spheres, To push destruction and perpetual fhame Out of the weak door of our fainting Land: Sal. It feems, you know not then so much as we: The Cardinal Pandulph is within at Reft, Who half an hour fince came from the Dauphin ; Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom your felf, my self, and other lords, Faulc, Faulc. Let it be fo; and you, my noble Prince, Henry. At Worcester muft his body be interr'd, Faulc. Thither fhall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on The lineal State, and Glory of the Land! And true fubjection everlastingly. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To reft without a Spot for evermore. Henry. I have a kind foul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been before-hand with our griefs. This England never did, nor never shall, Lye at the proud foot of a Conqueror, But when it firft did help to wound it felf. Now these her Princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them!- Nought fhall make us rue, If England to it felf do reft but true. [Exeunt omnes. THE KING Richard the Second. Duke of York, John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, Uncles to the King. Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York. Earl of Salisbury. Earl of Barkley. Servants to King Richard. Bufhy,2 Bagot, Green, Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England. THE |