Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax What in the world should make me now deceive, Why should I then be false; fince it is true That I must die here, and live hence by truth? He is forfworn, if e'er those eyes of yours But even this night,-whose black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied fun,- a Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Sal. We do believe thee,-And befhrew my Y a form of wax]-an image made by witches. a foul P. 457. Claud. VOL. III. A a Leay Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, Even to our ocean, to our great king John.-————— Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New flight; And happy newness, that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off Melun. V. SCENE A different Part of the French Camp. Enter Lewis, and his train. Lewis. The fun of heaven, methought, was loth to fet; But ftaid, and made the western welkin blush, When the English measur'd backward their own ground In faint retire: Oh, bravely came we off, When with a volley of our needlefs fhot, After fuch bloody toil, we bid good night; And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Laft in the field, and almost lords of it! d Enter a Messenger. Mef. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? Mef. The count Melun is flain; the English lords, By his perfuafion, are again fallen off: And your * fupplies, which you have wifh'd fo long, Are caft away, and funk, on Goodwin fands. Right-Plainly, ftrongly indicated, full in view there. • And bappy newness, that intends old right.]-Change of mind, intent on returning to ancient duty and allegiance. a tort'ring. • chearly. * Supply. Lewis. Ah foul fhrewd news!-Beshrew thy very heart! I did not think to be fo fad to-night, As this hath made me.-Who was he, that faid, f Lewis. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to night: The day shall not be up fo foon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. SCENE VI. [Exeunt. An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Swinftead Abbey. Enter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, feverally. Hub. Who's there? fpeak, ho! fpeak quickly, of I shoot. Faulc. A friend :-What art thou? Hub. Of the part of England. Faulc. Whether doft thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Faulc. Hubert, I think. Hub. Thou haft a perfect thought: I will, upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend, that know'ft my tongue fo well: Who art thou? Faulc. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think f quarter,]-order. A a 2 Hub. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyeless night, Have done me fhame :-Brave foldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Faulc. Come, come; fans compliment, what news abroad? Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out. Faulc. Brief, then; and what's the news? Hub. O my fweet fir, news fitted to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Faulc. Shew me the very wound of this ill news; Hub. The king, I fear, is poifon'd by a monk : "Than if you had at leisure known of this. Faulc. How did he take it? who did tafte to him? At whole request the king hath pardon'd them; Faule. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, & Unkind remembrance !]-Not to remember thee. Thefe ; Thefe Lincoln washes have devoured them SCENE [Exeunt. VII. The Orchard in Swinftead Abbey. Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood Enter Pembroke. Pemb. His highnefs yet doth speak; and holds belief, That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poifon that affaileth him. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.Doth he still rage? Pemb. He is more patient Than when you left him; even now he fung. k corruptively. k * invifible. A a 3 Which, |