Hub.
Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly.

Faulc.
A friend. What art thou?

Hub.
Of the part of England.

Faulc.
Hubert, I think.

Hub.
Brave soldier, pardon me,
That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.

Faulc.
Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?

Hub.
O my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night;
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

Faulc.
Shew me the very wound of this ill news:
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Hub.
The King, I fear, is poison'd by a Monk:
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
T' acquaint you with this evil.

Faulc.
How did he take it? who did taste to him?

Hub.
A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out; the King
Yet speaks; and peradventure may recover.

Faulc.
Who didst thou leave to tend his Majesty?

Hub.
Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought Prince Henry in their company;
At whose request the King hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his Majesty.

Faulc.
With-hold thine indignation, mighty heav'n!
And tempt us not to bear above our power.
Away, before: conduct me to the King;
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. [Exeunt.

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