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King John: Act 5, Scene 7

King John
Act 5, Scene 7

The orchard at Swinstead Abbey.

  1. Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot.

Prince Henry

2 - 6
  1. It is too late, the life of all his blood
  2. Is touch’d corruptibly; and his pure brain
  3. (Which some suppose the soul’s frail dwelling-house)
  4. Doth by the idle comments that it makes
  5. Foretell the ending of mortality.
  1. Enter Pembroke.

Earl of Pembroke

8 - 11
  1. His Highness yet doth speak, and holds belief
  2. That being brought into the open air,
  3. It would allay the burning quality
  4. Of that fell poison which assaileth him.

Prince Henry

12 - 13
  1. Let him be brought into the orchard here.
  2. Doth he still rage?
  1. Exit Bigot.

Earl of Pembroke

15 - 16
  1.                     He is more patient
  2. Than when you left him; even now he sung.

Prince Henry

17 - 28
  1. O vanity of sickness! Fierce extremes
  2. In their continuance will not feel themselves.
  3. Death, having prey’d upon the outward parts,
  4. Leaves them invisible, and his siege is now
  5. Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds
  6. With many legions of strange fantasies,
  7. Which in their throng and press to that last hold,
  8. Confound themselves. ’Tis strange that death should sing.
  9. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan
  10. Who chaunts a doleful hymn to his own death,
  11. And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
  12. His soul and body to their lasting rest.

Earl of Salisbury

29 - 31
  1. Be of good comfort, Prince, for you are born
  2. To set a form upon that indigest
  3. Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.
  1. King John brought in.

King John

33 - 39
  1. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room,
  2. It would not out at windows nor at doors.
  3. There is so hot a summer in my bosom
  4. That all my bowels crumble up to dust.
  5. I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
  6. Upon a parchment, and against this fire
  7. Do I shrink up.

Prince Henry

40
  1.                 How fares your Majesty?

King John

41 - 49
  1. Poison’dill fare! Dead, forsook, cast off,
  2. And none of you will bid the winter come
  3. To thrust his icy fingers in my maw,
  4. Nor let my kingdom’s rivers take their course
  5. Through my burn’d bosom, nor entreat the north
  6. To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips
  7. And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much,
  8. I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait
  9. And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

Prince Henry

50 - 51
  1. O that there were some virtue in my tears,
  2. That might relieve you!

King John

52 - 55
  1.                         The salt in them is hot.
  2. Within me is a hell, and there the poison
  3. Is as a fiend confin’d to tyrannize
  4. On unreprievable condemned blood.
  1. Enter Bastard.

Bastard

57 - 58
  1. O, I am scalded with my violent motion
  2. And spleen of speed to see your Majesty!

King John

59 - 66
  1. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye.
  2. The tackle of my heart is crack’d and burn’d,
  3. And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail
  4. Are turned to one thread, one little hair.
  5. My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
  6. Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
  7. And then all this thou seest is but a clod
  8. And module of confounded royalty.

Bastard

67 - 72
  1. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward,
  2. Where God he knows how we shall answer him;
  3. For in a night the best part of my pow’r,
  4. As I upon advantage did remove,
  5. Were in the Washes all unwarily
  6. Devoured by the unexpected flood.
  1. The King dies.

Earl of Salisbury

74 - 75
  1. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.
  2. My liege, my lord! But now a king, now thus.

Prince Henry

76 - 78
  1. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.
  2. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
  3. When this was now a king, and now is clay?

Bastard

79 - 89
  1. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind
  2. To do the office for thee of revenge,
  3. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
  4. As it on earth hath been thy servant still.
  5. Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres,
  6. Where be your pow’rs? Show now your mended faiths,
  7. And instantly return with me again
  8. To push destruction and perpetual shame
  9. Out of the weak door of our fainting land.
  10. Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;
  11. The Dauphin rages at our very heels.

Earl of Salisbury

90 - 95
  1. It seems you know not then so much as we.
  2. The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
  3. Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,
  4. And brings from him such offers of our peace
  5. As we with honor and respect may take,
  6. With purpose presently to leave this war.

Bastard

96 - 97
  1. He will the rather do it when he sees
  2. Ourselves well sinewed to our defense.

Earl of Salisbury

98 - 104
  1. Nay, ’tis in a manner done already,
  2. For many carriages he hath dispatch’d
  3. To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
  4. To the disposing of the Cardinal,
  5. With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
  6. If you think meet, this afternoon will post
  7. To consummate this business happily.

Bastard

105 - 107
  1. Let it be so, and you, my noble Prince,
  2. With other princes that may best be spar’d,
  3. Shall wait upon your father’s funeral.

Prince Henry

108 - 109
  1. At Worcester must his body be interr’d,
  2. For so he will’d it.

Bastard

110 - 115
  1.                      Thither shall it then;
  2. And happily may your sweet self put on
  3. The lineal state and glory of the land!
  4. To whom with all submission, on my knee,
  5. I do bequeath my faithful services
  6. And true subjection everlastingly.

Earl of Salisbury

116 - 117
  1. And the like tender of our love we make,
  2. To rest without a spot forevermore.

Prince Henry

118 - 119
  1. I have a kind soul that would give thanks,
  2. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Bastard

120 - 128
  1. O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
  2. Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
  3. This England never did, nor never shall,
  4. Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
  5. But when it first did help to wound itself.
  6. Now these her princes are come home again,
  7. Come the three corners of the world in arms,
  8. And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
  9. If England to itself do rest but true.
  1. Exeunt.
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