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Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him :
480 Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The King dies,
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
My licgel my lord |--But now a king-now thus..
Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.
Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
Sal. It seems you know not then so much as we :
Faule. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Fault. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince,
Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; For so he will'd it.
Faulc. Thither shall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on *The lineal state and glory of the land I
520 To whom, with all submission, on my knee, I do bequeath my faithful services And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you
thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been before hand with our griefs. This England never did (nor never shall), 530 Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,