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[Exeunt.]

Scene IV IT

[The French King’s Pavilion.]

Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and Attendants.

KING PHILIP
So, by a roaring tempest on the flood,

A whole armado of convected sail
Is scatter’d and disjoin’d from fellowship.

PANDULPH
Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well.

KING PHILIP
What can go well, when we have run so ill? [5]

Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Arthur ta’en prisoner? divers dear friends slain?
And bloody England into England gone,
O’erbearing interruption, spite of France?

LEWIS
What he hath won, that hath he fortified: [10]

So hot a speed with such advice dispos’d,
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
Doth want example: who hath read or heard
Of any kindred action like to this?

KING PHILIP

Well could I bear that England had this praise [15]
So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Enter Constance.
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding th’ eternal spirit, against her will,

In the vild prison of afflicted breath.