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Have but their stings and teeth newly ta’en out, [205]
By whose fell working I was first advanced
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displaced. Which to avoid,

I cut them off, and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land, [210]
Lest rest and lying still might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,

Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days. [215]
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so

That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God forgive,
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

PRINCE
[My gracious liege,] [220]

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me.
Then plain and right must my possession be,
Which I with more than with a common pain
’Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter [Prince John of] Lancaster [and Warwick].

KING

Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. [225]

LANCASTER

Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!

KING
Thou bring’st me happiness and peace, son John,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare withered trunk. Upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period. [230]

Where is my Lord of Warwick?