make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much, I beg cold
comfort; and you are so strait And so ingrateful, you deny me that. PRINCE HENRY
O that there were some virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! KING JOHN
The salt in them is hot. Within me is a hell; and there the poison Is as a fiend confined to tyrannize On
unreprievable condemned blood.
Enter the BASTARD BASTARD
O, I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your majesty! KING JOHN
O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd, And all the shrouds
wherewith my life should sail Are turned to one thread, one little hair: My heart hath one poor string to
stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered; And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of
confounded royalty. BASTARD
The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, Where heaven He knows how we shall answer him; For in a night
the best part of my power, As I upon advantage did remove, Were in the Washes all unwarily Devoured by
the unexpected flood.
KING JOHN dies SALISBURY
You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. My liege! my lord! but now a king, now thus. PRINCE HENRY
Even so must I run on, and even so stop. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was
now a king, and now is clay? BASTARD
Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind To do the office for thee of revenge, And then my soul shall wait
on thee to heaven, As it on earth hath been thy servant still. Now, now, you stars that move in your right
spheres, Where be your powers? show now your mended faiths, And instantly return with me again, To
push destruction and perpetual shame Out of the weak door of our fainting land. Straight let us seek, or
straight we shall be sought; The Dauphin rages at our very heels. SALISBURY
It seems you know not, then, so much as we: The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour
since came from the Dauphin, And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honour and respect
may take, With purpose presently to leave this war.
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