Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him : For, in a night, the best part of my power, As I upon advantage did remove, Were in the washes, all unwarily, Devoured by the unexpected flood. 480 [The King dies, Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. My liege my lord !-But now a king-now thus. Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, 490 And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, Where be your powers? Shew now your mended faiths; And instantly return with me again, To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; 499 Sal. It seems you know not then so much as wel The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honour and respect may take, With purpose presently to leave this war. Faulc. Faule. He will the rather do it, when he sees Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, 510 Faulc. Let it be so :- -And you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; For so he will'd it. Faulc. Thither shall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on "The lineal state and glory of the land! To whom, with all submission, on my knee, And true subjection everlastingly. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. 520 Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, 530 But when it first did help to wound itself. Now Now these her princes are come home again, rue, If England to itself do rest but true. THE END. [Exeunt omnes. |