To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, That might relieve you! K. 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. Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. K.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 see'st, is but a clod, And modulet of confounded royalty. Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The king dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. My liege! my lord!-But now a king,-now thus. * Narrow, avaricious. + Model. To do the office for thee of revenge; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, 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, Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we; Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Bast. Let it be so:-And you, my noble prince, P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; For so he will'd it. Bast. Thither shall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on And true subjection everlastingly.. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, But when it first did help to wound itself. rue, If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt. The tragedy of King John, though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, is varied with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and characters. The lady's grief is very affecting; and the character of the Bastard contains that mixture of greatness and levity, which this author delighted to exhibit. JOHNSON. King Richard the Second. Edmund of Langley, Duke of York; uncles to Duke of Aumerle, son to the Duke of York. Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater. Queen to King Richard. Duchess of Gloster. Duchess of York. Lady attending on the Queen. Lords, heralds, officers, soldiers, two gardeners, keeper, messenger, groom, and other attendants. Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales. |