from the act 5, scene 7 of the play. probable lines are:
"-KING JOHN
Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room.
It would not out at windows nor at doors.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom
That all my bowels crumble up to dust.
I am a scribbled form drawn with a pen
Upon a parchment, and against this fire
Do I shrink up.
-PRINCE HENRY
How fares your Majesty?
-KING JOHN
Poisoned—ill fare—dead, forsook, cast off,…
