Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Life and Death of King John/Act 5 Scene 5

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Scena Quinta.

Enter Dolphin, and his Traine.

The Sun of heauen (me thought) was loth to set;
But staid, and made the Westerne Welkin blush,
When English measure backward their owne ground
In faint Retire: Oh brauely came we off,
When with a volley of our needlesse shot,
After such bloody toile, we bid good night,
And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp,
Last in the field, and almost Lords of it.

Enter a Messenger.

Where is my Prince, the Dolphin?

Heere: what newes?

The Count Meloone is slaine: The English Lords
By his perswasion, are againe falne off,
And your supply, which you haue wish'd so long,
Are cast away, and sunke on Goodwin sands.

Ah fowle, shrew'd newes. Beshrew thy very hart:
I did not thinke to be so sad to night
As this hath made me. Who was he that said
King Iohn did flie an houre or two before
The stumbling night did part our wearie powres?

Who euer spoke it, it is true my Lord.

Well: keepe good quarter, & good care to night,
The day shall not be vp so soone as I,
ExeuntTo try the faire aduenture of to morrow.