Page 1109 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.
This is the English, not the Turkish court.
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,

For, by my faith, it very well becomes you. [50]
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad,

But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all. [55]
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
I’ll be your father and your brother too.

Let me but bear your love, I’ll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry’s dead, and so will I,
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears [60]
By number into hours of happiness.

PRINCES

We hope no otherwise from your majesty.

KING

You all look strangely on me.
[To the Chief Justice]
And you most.
You are, I think, assured I love you not.

CHIEF JUSTICE
I am assured, if I be measured rightly, [65]

Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

KING
No?
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?

What! Rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison [70]
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be washed in Lethe, and forgotten?