HEN. Saturn kneeled to his son; the god was fain
To call young Jove his age's sovereign.
Take now your seat again, and wear your crown;
Now shineth Henry like the mid-day's sun,
Through his horizon darting all his beams,
Blinding with his bright splendour every eye,
That stares against his face of majesty.
The comets, whose malicious gleams
Threatened the ruin of our royalty,
Stand at our mercy, yet our wrath denies
All favour, but extreme extremities:
Gloster, have to thy sorrow, chafe thy arm,
That I may see thy blood (I long'd for oft)
Gush from thy veins, and stain this palace-roof.
JOHN. 'Twould exceed gilding.
QUEEN. Aye, as gold doth ochre.
GLO. It's well ye count my blood so precious.
HEN. Leicester, reach Gloster wine.
LEI. I reach it him?
HEN. Proud earl, I'll spurn thee; quickly go and bear it.
GLO. I'll count it poison, if his hand come near it.
HEN. Give it him, Leicester, upon our displeasure.
GLO. Thus Gloster takes it: thus again he flings it,
In scorn of him that sent it, and of him that brought it.