Page 1693 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

God bye you, princes all; I’ll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,

And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu! [10]

BEDFORD
Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!

EXETER
Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly to day −
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art fram’d of the firm truth of valour.

[Exit Salisbury.]

BEDFORD
He is as full of valour as of kindness; [15]
Princely in both.

Enter King Henry.

WESTMORELAND
O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING HENRY
What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow [20]

To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; [25]
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,