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What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
spheres, Where be your powers ? Show now your mended
faiths; And instantly return with me again, To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Out of the weak door of our fainting land: Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; The Dauphin rages at our very
heels. Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we: The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honour and respect may take, With purpose presently to leave this war.
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
you think meet, this afternoon will post To cónsummate this business happily.
Bast. Let it be so:— And you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd;
Thither shall it then.
I do bequeath my faithful services
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us
rue, If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt.