Salisbury. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Bastard. Let it be so:-and you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral. Prince Henry. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; For so he will'd it. Bastard. Thither shall it then. And happily may your sweet self put on And true subjection everlastingly. 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 you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bastard. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, 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. And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, Exeunt, |