PRINCE.
My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my possession be,
Which I with more than with a common pain
’Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster and others.
KING.
Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
LANCASTER.
Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!
KING.
Thou bring’st me happiness and peace, son John,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither’d trunk. Upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?
PRINCE.
My Lord of Warwick!
Enter Warwick and others.
KING.
Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
WARWICK.
’Tis call’d Jerusalem, my noble lord.
KING.
Laud be to God! Even there my life must end.
It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem,
Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land.
But bear me to that chamber; there I’ll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.