Henry. Sweet Epernoun, all rebels under heaven Shall take example by his [429] punishment, How they bear arms against their sovereign.— Go call the English agent hither straight: [Exit an Attendant.50 I'll send my sister England news of this, And give her warning of her treacherous foes.
Nav. Pleaseth your grace to let the surgeon search your wound?
Henry. The wound, I warrant ye, is deep, my lord.— Search, surgeon, and resolve me what thou see'st. [The Surgeon searches the wound.
Enter the English Agent.
Agent for England, send thy mistress word What this detested Jacobin hath done. Tell her, for all this, that I hope to live; Which if I do, the papal monarch goes To wreck, and antichristian kingdom falls:60 These bloody hands shall tear his triple crown, And fire accursèd Rome about his ears; I'll fire his crazèd buildings, and enforce The papal towers to kiss the lowly [430] earth. Navarre, give me thy hand: I here do swear To ruinate that wicked Church of Rome, That hatcheth up such bloody practices; And here protest eternal love to thee, And to the Queen of England specially, Whom God hath bless'd for hating papistry.70
Nav. These words revive my thoughts, and comfort me, To see your highness in this virtuous mind.
Henry. Tell me, surgeon, shall I live?
Surg. Alas, my lord, the wound is dangerous, For you are stricken with a poison'd knife!
Henry. A poison'd knife! what, shall the French king die, Wounded and poison'd both at once?