Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very heart! I did not think to be so sad to-night, As this hath made me.—Who was he, that said, The day shall not be up so soon as I, SCENE VI. [Exeunt. An open Place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey. Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. Bast. A friend :-What art thou? Hub. Of the part of England. Bast. Whither dost thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Bast. Hubert, I think. Hub. Thou hast a perfect1 thought: I will, upon all hazards, well believe, Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well: Who art thou? Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. 2 i. e. keep in your allotted posts or stations. 1 i. e. a well informed one. So in Cymbeline.— Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyeless night 2, Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out. Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news? Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk 3: 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. Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty? 2 The old copy reads ' endless night.' The emendation was made by Theobald. The epithet is found in Jarvis Markham's English Arcadia, 1607:— O eyeless night, the portraiture of death.' In Shakspeare's Rape of Lucrece, we have Poor grooms are sightless night; kings glorious day.' 3 Not one of the historians who wrote within sixty years of the event mentions this improbable story. The tale is, that a monk, to revenge himself on the king for a saying at which he took offence, poisoned a cup of ale, and having brought it to his majesty, drank some of it himself, to induce the king to taste it, and soon afterwards expired. Thomas Wykes is the first who mentions it in his Chronicle as a report. According to the best accounts John died at Newark, of a fever. 4 i. e. less speedily, after some delay. Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come back, And brought prince Henry in their company; Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The Orchard of Swinstead-Abbey. Enter PRINCE HENRY1, SALISBURY, and P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood Enter PEMBROKE. Pem. 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. P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.Doth he still rage? Pem. [Exit BIGOT. He is more patient Than when left him; even now he sung. you P. Hen. O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, 1 Prince Henry was only nine years old when his father died. In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Leaves them insensible3; 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, Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born To set a form upon that indigest Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude1. K. John. Ay, marry, now, my soul hath elbow room; It would not out at windows, nor at doors. up. 2 Continuance here means continuity. Bacon uses it in that sense also. So Baret,' If the disease be of any continuance, if it be an old and settled disease.' I should not have thought this passage needed elucidation, had not Malone proposed to read in thy continuance.' Sir T. Hanmer proposed the 3 The old copy reads invisible. reading admitted into the text. elaborate a meaning out of the old reading, but without success. I must refer the reader to the variorum editions for his argument, and Steevens's vein of pleasant irony upon it. 4 A description of Chaos almost in the very words of Ovid:Quem dixere Chaos rudis indigestæque moles.-Met. i. Which Chaos hight a huge rude heap:— No sunne as yet with lightsome beames the shapeless world did Golding's Translation. view. P. Hen. How fares your majesty? K. John. Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forsook," cast off; And none of you will bid the winter come, Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course 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. On unreprievable condemned blood. Enter the Bastard. Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. 5 This scene has been imitated by Beaumont and Fletcher, in A Wife for a Month, Act iv. Decker, in the Gull's Hornbook, has the same thought: the morning waxing cold thrust his frosty fingers into thy bosome.' Perhaps Shakspeare was acquainted with the following passages in two of Marlowe's plays, which must both have been written previous to King John, for Marlowe died in 1593 : 'O I am dull, and the cold hand of sleep And made a frost within me.'-Lust's Dominion. Tamburlaine, 1591. The corresponding passage in the old play runs thus:Philip, some drink. O for the frozen Alps To tumble on, and cool this inward heat 6 Narrow, avaricious. VOL. IV. PP |