Good fellow, tell the king I thank his grace,
And do forgive his causeless cruelty.
I do forgive thee too, but do advise
Thou leave this bloody course, and seek to save
Thy soul immortal, closed in thy breast:
[_He gives it her_.
Be brief, I pray you. Now, to King John's health
A full carouse:[358] and, God, remember not
The curse he gave himself at Robin's death,
Wishing by poison he might end his life,
If ever he solicited my love.
Farewell, good fellow. Now thy medicine works.
And with the labour I am forc'd to rest.
BRAND. 'Zounds! she cares not: she makes death a jest.
MAT. The guiltless fear not death. Farewell, good friend;
I pray thee, be no trouble in my end.
[_He stands staring and quaking_.
_Enter_ OXFORD, QUEEN, ABBESS, _Attendants_.
OX. And say you, Lady Abbess, that there came
One from the king unto her? what was he?
ABB. Yonder he stands: I know not what he is.
[_Still he stands staring_.
QUEEN. Jesus have mercy! Oxford, come not nigh him.
OX. Not nigh him, madam? yes: keep you away.
ABB. Come in, good queen; I do not mean to stay.
[_Exit_ ABBESS.
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