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To the wet sea-son in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down! [30]
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Enter Warwick, Surrey, and Sir John Blunt.
WARWICK
Many good morrows to your majesty!
KING
Is it good morrow, lords?
WARWICK
’Tis one o’clock, and past.
KING
Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. [35]
Have you read o’er the letters that I sent you?
WARWICK
We have, my liege.
KING
Then you perceive the body of our kingdom
How foul it is, what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it. [40]
WARWICK
It is but as a body yet distempered,
Which to his former strength may be restored
With good advice and little medicine.
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cooled.
KING
O God! that one might read the book of fate, [45]
