And brings from him fuch offers of our peace,
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.

Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he fees
Ourselves well finewed to our defence.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many Carriages he hath dispatch'd
To the fea-fide, and put his Cause and Quarrel
To the difpofing of the Cardinal:

With whom your felf, my felf, and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will poft
To confummate this business happily.

Faulc. Let it be fo; and you, my noble Prince,
With other Princes that may best be spar'd,
Shall wait upon your father's Funeral.

Henry. At Worcefter muft his body be interr'd.
For fo he will'd it.

Faulc. Thither fhall it then.

And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal State, and Glory of the Land!
To whom, with all Submiffion on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful fervices,
And true fubjection everlastingly.

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
To reft without a Spot for evermore.

Henry. Thave a kind foul, 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, Lye at the proud foot of a Conqueror, But when it first did help to wound it felf. Now these her Princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them!-Nought shall make us rue, If England to it felf do reft but true.

Exeunt omnes.

The End of the Third Volume.

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