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Q. Mo. Aye, but, my lord, let me alone for that, For Catherine must have her will in France. As I do live, so surely shall he die, And Henry then shall wear the diadem; And if he grudge or cross his mother's will, I'll disinherit him and all the rest ; For I'll rule France, but they shall wear the crown: And if they storm, I then may pull them down.
Come, my lord, let's go. [Ereunt.
Enter five or sir PRotest ANTs, with books, and kneel
EPER Nou Ne; the QUEEN MoTHER, the CAR-
CHAR. Oh let me stay, and rest me here awhile; A griping pain hath seiz'd upon my heart; A sudden pain, the messenger of death.
Q. Mo. Oh, say not so, thou kill'st thy mother's heart.
CHAR. I must say so, pain forceth me to complain. NA v. Comfort yourself, my lord, I have no doubt But God will sure restore you to your health. CHAR. Oh, no, my loving brother of Navarre, I have deserv'd a scourge, I must confess; Yet is there patience of another sort, Than to misdo the welfare of their king: God grant my nearest friends may prove no worse. Oh! hold me up, my sight begins to fail, My sinews shrink, my brain turns upside down, My heart doth break, I faint and die. [Dies. Q. Mo. What? art thou dead, sweet son, speak to thy mother; Oh! no, his soul is fled from out his breast, And he nor hears nor sees us what we do. My lords, what resteth now for to be done, But that we presently dispatch ambassadors To Poland, to call Henry back again, To wear his brother's crown and dignity? Epernoune, go, see it presently be done, And bid him come without delay to us.
EPER. Madam, I will. [Erit. Q. Mo. And now, my lords, after these funerals be done,
We will, with all the speed we can, provide
Nav. And now, Navarre, whilst that these broils do last,
My opportunity may serve me fit
Pleshe. The virtues of our poor religion,
Nav. Truth, Pleshe, and God so prosper me in
As I intend to labour for the truth,
Trumpets sounded within, and a cry of “Wive le Roi,” two or three times. Enter HENRY, crowned; QUEEN Moth ER, CARD1NAL, GUIs E, EPERNou NE, MUGERo N, the CUT PURs E, and others. ALL. Vive le Roi, Vice le Roi. [A flourish of Trumpets. Q. Mo. Welcome from Poland, Henry, once again Welcome to France, thy father's royal seat! Here hast thou a country void of fears; A warlike people to maintain thy right; A watchful senate for ordaining laws; A loving mother to preserve thy state; And all things that a king may wish besides: All this, and more, hath Henry with his crown. CARD. And long may Henry enjoy all this, and in Ote. All. Vive le Roi, Vive le Roi. [A flourish of Trumpets. KING. Thanks to you all. The guider of all crowns, Grant that our deeds may well deserve your loves; And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yield our thoughts to height of my deserts. What say our minions ! Think they Henry's heart Will not both harbour love and majesty 2 Put off that fear, they are already join'd;
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