Are turn'd to one thread, one little hair; Faulc. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward, [The King dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear: but now a King My Liege! my Lord! now thus. Henry. Ev'n fo muft I run on, and ev'n so stop. What furety of the world, what hope, what ftay, When this was now a King, and now is clay? Faulc. Art thou gone fo? I do but stay behind, And then my foul fhall wait on thee to heav'n, Now, now, you ftars, that move in your bright fpheres, Where be your pow'rs? fhew now your mended faiths, To push destruction and perpetual fhame Sal. It feems you know not then fo much as we: The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour fince came from the Dauphin; Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he fees Sal. Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; To the fea-fide, and put his Caufe and Quarrel With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Faulc. Let it be fo; and you, my noble Prince, Henry. At Worcester muft his body be inter'd. Faulc. Thither fhall it then. And happily may your fweet felf put on And true fubjection everlastingly. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To reft without a Spot for evermore. Henry. I have a kind foul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, And we shall shock them!-Nought fhall make us rue, THE tragedy of King John, though not written with the utmoft power of Shakespeare, is varied with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and charac [Exeunt omnes. ters. The Lady's grief is very affecting, and the character of the Baftard contains that mixture of greatnefs and lenity which this authour delighted to exhibit. There |