The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!"[427:A]
In the fourth act, what a masterly picture of the cares and solicitudes of royalty is drawn by Henry himself, in his noble soliloquy on the morning of the battle, especially towards the close, where he contrasts the gorgeous but painful ceremonies of a crown with the profitable labour and the balmy rest of the peasant, who
——————————— "from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phœbus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium!"
But the prayer which immediately follows is unrivalled for its power of impression, presenting us with the most lively idea of the amiability, piety, and devotional fervour of the monarch:—
"O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts!
—————————— Not to-day, O Lord,