king john(约翰王)-第15部分
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come； sans compliment； what news abroad？ HUBERT。 Why； here walk I
in the black brow of night To find you out。 BASTARD。 Brief； then； and
what's the news？ HUBERT。 O； my sweet sir； news fitting to the night；
Black； fearful； comfortless； and horrible。 BASTARD。 Show me the very
wound of this ill news； I am no woman； I'll not swoon at it。 HUBERT。 The
King； I fear； is poison'd by a monk； I left him almost speechless and broke
out To acquaint you with this evil； that you might The better arm you to
the sudden time Than if you had at leisure known of this。 BASTARD。
How did he take it； who did taste to him？ HUBERT。 A monk； I tell you； a
resolved villain； Whose bowels suddenly burst out。 The King Yet speaks；
and peradventure may recover。 BASTARD。 Who didst thou leave to tend
his Majesty？ HUBERT。 Why； know you not？ The lords are all come back；
And brought Prince Henry in their company； At whose request the King
hath pardon'd them； And they are all about his Majesty。 BASTARD。
Withhold thine indignation； mighty heaven； And tempt us not to bear
above our power！ I'll tell thee； Hubert； half my power this night； Passing
these flats； are taken by the tide… These Lincoln Washes have devoured
them； Myself； well…mounted； hardly have escap'd。 Away； before！ conduct
me to the King； I doubt he will be dead or ere I come。 Exeunt
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SCENE 7。
The orchard at Swinstead Abbey
Enter PRINCE HENRY； SALISBURY； and BIGOT
PRINCE HENRY。 It is too late； the life of all his blood Is touch'd
corruptibly； and his pure brain。 Which some suppose the soul's frail
dwelling…house； Doth by the idle comments that it makes Foretell the
ending of mortality。
Enter PEMBROKE
PEMBROKE。 His Highness yet doth speak； and holds belief That；
being brought into the open air； It would allay the burning quality Of that
fell poison which assaileth him。 PRINCE HENRY。 Let him be brought
into the orchard here。 Doth he still rage？ Exit BIGOT PEMBROKE。 He is
more patient Than when you left him； even now he sung。 PRINCE
HENRY。 O vanity of sickness！ Fierce extremes In their continuance will
not feel themselves。 Death； having prey'd upon the outward parts； Leaves
them invisible； and his siege is now Against the mind； the which he pricks
and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies； Which； in their throng
and press to that last hold； Confound themselves。 'Tis strange that death
should sing。 I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan Who chants a doleful
hymn to his own death； And from the organ…pipe 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
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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 burnt； 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 God He knows how we shall answer him； For in a night the best
part of my pow'r； 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 pow'rs？
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 dispatch'd To the sea…side； and put his
cause and quarrel To the disposing of the Cardinal； With whom yourself；
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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
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