Kin. Here is likewise another of mine,
And assure thee ile weare it.[5530]
2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd.
3. Sol. Be friends you fooles,110
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:[5531]
We haue no need of English broyles.
Kin. Tis no treason to cut French crownes,
For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper.
Exit the souldiers.
[Sc. XIII.]
Enter the King, Gloster, Epingam, and Attendants.[5532]
K. O God of battels steele my souldiers harts,
Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
That the apposed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.
O not to day, not to day ô God,5
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the crowne.
I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
Then from it issued forced drops of blood:10
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too litle.15
Enter Gloster.
Glost. My Lord.