Sincere in this dread, humble hour of thine
Thou wilt become the vassal of high Heaven,
Mending thy future from thy sinful past.
Hen. (aside) Great God! am I a King? What is a King?
Is he a dog to dare be spoken thus?
Queen. (aside.) Henry, for the love of Germany,
Me, and thy child, keep but thy patience now.
(To Hild.) O, Holy Father, curb thine awful anger,
Remove this curse that weighteth Henry down,
Makes him a fearful leper to his kind,