Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
[♦] K. Hen. Come hither, England’s hope. [Lays his hand on his head] If secret powers
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
[70] This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
75 Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
[♦] Must help you more than you are hurt by me.