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 tree,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 escaped.
Away before:conduct me to the king;
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
Exeunt
SCENE VII.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,Whi ch,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.