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Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord!
O not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown! [285]
I Richard’s body have interred new,
And on it have bestow’d more contrite tears
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their wither’d hands hold up [290]
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do,
Though all I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all, [295]
Imploring pardon.
Enter Gloucester.
GLOUCESTER
My liege!
KING HENRY
My brother Gloucester’s voice! Ay,
I know thy errand, I will go with thee.
The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
Exeunt.
Scene II IT
Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures, and Beaumont.
ORLEANS
The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!
DAUPHIN
Montez à cheval! My horse! varlet! lacquais! ha!
ORLEANS
