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It is too late, the life of all his bloodIt is too late. The life of all his bloodKJ V.vii.1
Is touch'd, corruptibly: and his pure braineIs touched corruptibly, and his pure brain,KJ V.vii.2
(Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house)Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house,KJ V.vii.3
Doth by the idle Comments that it makes,Doth by the idle comments that it makesKJ V.vii.4
Fore-tell the ending of mortality.Foretell the ending of mortality.KJ V.vii.5
Let him be brought into the Orchard heere:Let him be brought into the orchard here.KJ V.vii.10
Doth he still rage?Doth he still rage?KJ V.vii.11.1
Oh vanity of sicknesse: fierce extreamesO vanity of sickness! Fierce extremesKJ V.vii.13
In their continuance, will not feele themselues.In their continuance will not feel themselves.KJ V.vii.14
Death hauing praide vpon the outward partsDeath, having preyed upon the outward parts,KJ V.vii.15
Leaues them inuisible, and his seige is nowLeaves them invincible, and his siege is nowKJ V.vii.16
Against the winde, the which he prickes and woundsAgainst the mind, the which he pricks and woundsKJ V.vii.17
With many legions of strange fantasies,With many legions of strange fantasies,KJ V.vii.18
Which in their throng, and presse to that last hold,Which, in their throng and press to that last hold,KJ V.vii.19
Counfound themselues. 'Tis strange yt death shold sing:Confound themselves. 'Tis strange that death should sing.KJ V.vii.20
I am the Symet to this pale faint Swan,I am the cygnet to this pale faint swanKJ V.vii.21
Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death,Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,KJ V.vii.22
And from the organ-pipe of frailety singsAnd from the organ-pipe of frailty singsKJ V.vii.23
His soule and body to their lasting rest.His soul and body to their lasting rest.KJ V.vii.24
How fares your Maiesty?How fares your majesty?KJ V.vii.34.2
Oh that there were some vertue in my teares,O that there were some virtue in my tearsKJ V.vii.44
That might releeue you.That might relieve you!KJ V.vii.45.1
Euen so must I run on, and euen so stop.Even so must I run on, and even so stop.KJ V.vii.67
What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,KJ V.vii.68
When this was now a King, and now is clay?When this was now a king, and now is clay?KJ V.vii.69
At Worster must his bodie be interr'd,At Worcester must his body be interred,KJ V.vii.99
For so he will'd it.For so he willed it.KJ V.vii.100.1
I haue a kinde soule,that would giue thankes,I have a kind soul that would give thanks,KJ V.vii.108
And knowes not how to do it, but with teares.And knows not how to do it but with tears.KJ V.vii.109