---

Скачать книгу

---

of frailty sings

       His soul and body to their lasting rest.

       SALISBURY.

       Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born

       To set a form upon that indigest

       Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.

       [Re-enter BIGOT and Attendants, who bring in KING JOHN in a chair.]

       KING JOHN.

       Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room;

       It would not out at windows nor at doors.

       There is so hot a summer in my bosom

       That all my bowels crumble up to dust;

       I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen,

       Upon a parchment; and against this fire

       Do I shrink up.

       PRINCE HENRY.

       How fares your majesty?

       KING JOHN.

       Poison’d,—ill-fare;—dead, forsook, cast off;

       And none of you will bid the winter come,

       To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

       Nor let my kingdom’s rivers take their course

       Through my burn’d bosom; nor entreat the north

       To 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, confin’d 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.

       [The KING 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.

       BASTARD.

       He will the rather do it when he sees

       Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

       SALISBURY.

       Nay, ‘tis in a manner done already;

       For many carriages he hath despatch’d

       To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel

       To the disposing of the cardinal:

       With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,

       If you think meet, this afternoon will post

       To consummate this business happily.

       BASTARD.

       Let it be so:—And you, my noble prince,

       With other princes that may best be spar’d,

       Shall wait upon your father’s funeral.

       PRINCE HENRY.

       At Worcester must his body be interr’d;

       For so he will’d it.

       BASTARD.

       Thither shall it, then:

       And happily may your sweet self put on

       The lineal state and glory of the land!

       To whom, with all submission, on my knee,

       I do bequeath my faithful services

       And true subjection everlastingly.

       SALISBURY.

       And the like tender of our love we make,

       To rest without a spot for evermore.

       PRINCE HENRY.

       I have a kind soul that would give you thanks,

       And knows not how to do it but with tears.

       BASTARD.

       O, let us pay the time but needful woe,

       Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.—

       This England never did, nor never shall,

       Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,

       But when it first did help to wound itself.

       Now these her princes are come home again,

       Come the three corners of the world in arms,

       And we shall shock them: nought shall make us rue,

       If England to itself do rest but true.

       [Exeunt.]

       THE END

      THE TRAGEDY OF KING RICHARD THE SECOND

      

---

Скачать книгу