2605Hen. It is too late, the life of all his blood

2606Is touch'd, corruptibly: and his pure braine

2607(Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house)

2608Doth by the idle Comments that it makes,

2609Fore-tell the ending of mortality.

2611Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak, & holds beleefe,

2612That being brought into the open ayre,

2613It would allay the burning qualitie

2614Of that fell poison which assayleth him.

2615Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere:

2616Doth he still rage?

2617Pem. He is more patient

2618Then when you left him; euen now he sung.

2619Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse: fierce extreames

2620In their continuance, will not feele themselues.

2621Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts

2622Leaues them inuisible, and his seige is now

2623Against the winde, the which he prickes and wounds

2624With many legions of strange fantasies,

2625Which in their throng, and presse to that last hold,

2626Counfound themselues. 'Tis strange y^t death shold sing:

2627I am the Symet to this pale faint Swan,

2628Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death,

2629And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings

2630His soule and body to their lasting rest.

2631Sal. Be of good comfort (Prince) for you are borne

2632To set a forme vpon that indigest

2633Which he hath left so shapelesse, and so rude.

2635Iohn. I marrie, now my soule hath elbow roome,

2636It would not out at windowes, nor at doores,

2637There is so hot a summer in my bosome,

2638That all my bowels crumble vp to dust:

2639I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen

2640Vpon a Parchment, and against this fire

2641Do I shrinke vp.

2642Hen. How fares your Maiesty?

2643Ioh. Poyson'd, ill fare: dead, forsooke, cast off,

2644And none of you will bid the winter come

2645To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw;

2646Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course

2647Through my burn'd bosome: nor intreat the North

2648To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips,

2649And comfort me with cold. I do not aske you much,

2650I begge cold comfort: and you are so straight

2651And so ingratefull, you deny me that.

2652Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares,

2653That might releeue you.

2654Iohn. The salt in them is hot.

2655Within me is a hell, and there the poyson

2656Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize,

2657On vnrepreeuable condemned blood.

2659Bast. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion

2660And spleene of speede, to see your Maiesty.

2661Iohn. Oh Cozen, thou art come to set mine eye:

2662The tackle of my heart, is crack'd and burnt,

2663And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile,

2664Are turned to one thred, one little haire:

2665My heart hath one poore string to stay it by,

2666Which holds but till thy newes be vttered,

2667And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,

2668And module of confounded royalty.

2669Bast. The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward,

2670Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him.

2671For in a night the best part of my powre,

2672As I vpon aduantage did remoue,

2673Were in the Washes all vnwarily,

2674Deuoured by the vnexpected flood.

2675Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare

2676My Liege, my Lord: but now a King, now thus.

2677Hen. Euen so must I run on, and euen so stop.

2678What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,

2679When this was now a King, and now is clay?

2680Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behinde,

2681To do the office for thee, of reuenge,

2682And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen,

2683As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still.

2684Now, now you Starres, that moue in your right spheres,

2685Where be your powres? Shew now your mended faiths,

2686And instantly returne with me againe.

2687To push destruction, and perpetuall shame

2688Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land:

2689Straight let vs seeke, or straight we shall be sought,

2690The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles.

2691Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we,

2692The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest,

2693Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin,

2694And brings from him such offers of our peace,

2695As we with honor and respect may take,

2696With purpose presently to leaue this warre.

2697Bast. Hc will the rather do it, when he sees

2698Our selues well sinew'd to our defence.

2699Sal. Nay, 'tis in a manner done already,

2700For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd

2701To the sea side, and put his cause and quarrell

2702To the disposing of the Cardinall,

2703With whom your selfe, my selfe, and other Lords,

2704If you thinke meete, this afternoone will poast

2705To consummate this businesse happily.

2706Bast. Let it be so, and you my noble Prince,

2707With other Princes that may best be spar'd,

2708Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall.

2709Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd,

2710For so he will'd it.

2711Bast. Thither shall it then,

2712And happily may your sweet selfe put on

2713The lineall state, and glorie of the Land,

2714To whom with all submission on my knee,

2715I do bequeath my faithfull seruices

2716And true subiection euerlastingly.

2717Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make

2718To rest without a spot for euermore.

2719Hen. I haue a kinde soule, that would giue thankes,

2720And knowes not how to do it, but with teares.

2721Bast. Oh let vs pay the time: but needfull woe,

2722Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes.

2723This England neuer did, nor neuer shall

2724Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror,

2725But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe.

2726Now, these her Princes are come home againe,

2727Come the three corners of the world in Armes,

2728And we shall shocke them: Naught shall make vs rue,

2729If England to it selfe, do rest but true. Exeunt.