The Bodleian First Folio

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The life and death of King John. For I do see the cruell pangs of death
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Right in thine eye. Away, my friends, new flight, And happie newnesse, that intends old right.
Exeunt
Scena Quinta. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Dolphin, and his Traine. Dol. The Sun of heauen (me thought) was loth to set; But staid, and made the Westerne Welkin blush, When English measure backward their owne ground
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In faint Retire: Oh brauely came we off, When with a volley of our needlesse shot, After such bloody toile, we bid good night, And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp, Last in the field, and almost Lords of it.
Enter a Messenger. Mes.
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Where is my Prince, the Dolphin ?
Dol. Heere: what newes ? Mes. The Count Meloone is slaine: The English Lords By his perswasion, are againe falne off, And your supply, which you haue wish'd so long,
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Are cast away, and sunke on Goodwin sands.
Dol. Ah fowle, shrew'd newes. Beshrew thy very (hart: I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me. Who was he that said Kng Iohn did flie an houre or two before
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The stumbling night did part our wearie powres ?
Mes. Who euer spoke it, it is true my Lord. Dol. Well: keepe good quarter, & good care to night, The day shall not be vp so soone as I, To try the faire aduenture of to morrow. Exeunt
Scena Sexta. [Act 5, Scene 6] Enter Bastard and Hubert, seuerally. Hub.
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Whose there? Speake hoa, speake quickely, or I shoote.
Bast. A Friend. What art thou? Hub. Of the part of England. Bast. Whether doest thou go? Hub. What's that to thee?
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Why may not I demand of thine affaires, As well as thou of mine?
Bast. Hubert, I thinke. Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought: I will vpon all hazards well beleeue
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Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well: Who are thou?
Bast. Who thou wilt: and if thou please Thou maist be‑friend me so much, as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub.
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Vnkinde remembrance: thou, & endles night, Haue done me shame: Braue Soldier, pardon me, That any accent breaking from thy tongue, Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare.
Bast. Come, come: sans complement, What newes abroad? Hub.
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Why heere walke I, in the black brow of night To finde you out.

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Bast. Breefe then: and what's the newes? Hub. O my sweet sir, newes fitting to the night, Blacke, fearefull, comfortlesse, and horrible. Bast.
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Shew me the very wound of this ill newes, I am no woman, Ile not swound at it.
Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke, I left him almost speechlesse, and broke out To acquaint you with this euill, that you might
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The better arme you to the sodaine time, Then if you had at leisure knowne of this.
Bast. How did he take it? Who did taste to him? Hub. A Monke I tell you, a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out: The King
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Yet speakes, and peraduenture may recouer.
Bast. Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty? Hub. Why know you not? The Lords are all come backe, And brought Prince Henry in their companie, At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
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And they are all about his Maiestie.
Bast. With‑hold thine indignation, mighty heauen, And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power. Ile tell thee Hubert, halfe my power this night Passing these Flats, are taken by the Tide,
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These Lincolne‑Washes haue deuoured them, My selfe, well mounted, hardly haue escap'd. Away before: Conduct me to the king, I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come.
Exeunt
Scena Septima. [Act 5, Scene 7] Enter Prince Henry, Salisburie, and Bigot. Hen. It is too late, the life of all his blood
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Is touch'd, corruptible: and his pure braine (Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house) Doth by the idle Comments that it makes, Fore‑tell the ending of mortality.
Enter Pembroke. Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak, & holds beleefe,
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That being brought into the open ayre, It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him.
Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere: Doth he still rage? Pem.
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He is more patient Then when you left him; euen now he sung.
Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse: fierce extreames In their continuance, will not feele themselues. Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts
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Leaues them inuisible, and his siege is now Against the winde, the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies, Which in their throng, and presse to that last hold, Counfound themselues. 'Tis strange y t death shold sing:
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I am the Symet to this pale faint Swan, Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death, And from the organ‑pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest.
Sal. Be of good comfort (Prince) for you are borne
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To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse, and so rude.
Iohn brought in. Iohn. I marrie, now my soule hath elbow roome, It

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Scena Quinta. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Dolphin, and his Traine. Dol. The Sun of heauen (me thought) was loth to set; But staid, and made the Westerne Welkin blush, When English measure backward their owne ground
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In faint Retire: Oh brauely came we off, When with a volley of our needlesse shot, After such bloody toile, we bid good night, And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp, Last in the field, and almost Lords of it.
Enter a Messenger. Mes.
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Where is my Prince, the Dolphin ?
Dol. Heere: what newes ? Mes. The Count Meloone is slaine: The English Lords By his perswasion, are againe falne off, And your supply, which you haue wish'd so long,
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Are cast away, and sunke on Goodwin sands.
Dol. Ah fowle, shrew'd newes. Beshrew thy very (hart: I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me. Who was he that said Kng Iohn did flie an houre or two before
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The stumbling night did part our wearie powres ?
Mes. Who euer spoke it, it is true my Lord. Dol. Well: keepe good quarter, & good care to night, The day shall not be vp so soone as I, To try the faire aduenture of to morrow. Exeunt
 

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