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- King Henry the Fourth, V. ii 107
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul ; 36
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead, 40
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.
Enter the Prince and Blunt.
Ch. Just. Good morrow, and God save your
majesty!
Prince. This new and gorgeous garment, maj
esty, 44
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, 48
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on 52
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd, 66
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares:
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I ;
But Harry lives that shall convert those tears 60
By number into hours of happiness.
Brothers. We hope no other from your majesty.
Prince. You all look strangely on me: [To the
Chief Justice.] and you most;
38 ragged: beggarly
forestall'd remission : pardon that is sure not to be granted48 Cf. n.
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