War. How now, my lord chief justice! whither away?[4309]
Ch. Just. How doth the king?
War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.[4310]
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.5
Ch. Just. I would his majesty had call'd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.
War. Indeed I think the young king loves you not.
Ch. Just. I know he doth not, and do arm myself10
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me[4311]
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter Lancaster, Clarence, Gloucester, Westmoreland, and others.[4312]
War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O that the living Harry had the temper15
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen![4313]
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!