The darkest shadow of defeat that broods
O'er sceptres and unfriended kings.
Gla. Why talk
Of crowns and kings? This is our home, dear Henry.
For if you love me you will stay with me.
Hen. Ah, blest to be here, and from morning's top
Review the sunny graces of the world,
Plucking the smilingest to dearer love,
Until the heart becomes the root and spring
Of hopes as natural and as simply sweet