Page 244 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

PRINCE HENRY

At Worcester must his body be interr’d;
For so he will’d it.

BASTARD
Thither shall it then: [100]
And happily may your sweet self put on

The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly. [105]

SALISBURY
And the like tender of our love we make,

To rest without a spot for evermore.

PRINCE HENRY
I have a kind soul that would give thanks
And knows not how to do it but with tears.

BASTARD
O, let us pay the time but needful woe, [110]

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again [115]

Come the three corners of the world in arms
And we shall shock them! Nought shall make us rue
If England to itself do rest but true!

[Exeunt.]