. Complete works of William Shakespeare . great forerunner of thy blood,Kichard, that robbd the lion of his heartAnd fought the holy wars in Palestine,By this brave duke came early to his grave:And for amends to his posterity,At our importance hither is he come,To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: 10 Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Arth. God shall forgive you Cceur-de-lions deathThe rather that you give his offspring life,Shadowing their right under your wings of war:I give you welcome with a powerless hand
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . great forerunner of thy blood,Kichard, that robbd the lion of his heartAnd fought the holy wars in Palestine,By this brave duke came early to his grave:And for amends to his posterity,At our importance hither is he come,To spread his colours, boy, in thy behalf,And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle, English John: 10 Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Arth. God shall forgive you Cceur-de-lions deathThe rather that you give his offspring life,Shadowing their right under your wings of war:I give you welcome with a powerless hand,But with a heart full of unstained love:Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do theeright ? Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,As seal to this indenture of my love, 20 That to my home I will no more return,Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,Together with that pale, that white-faced shore,Whose foot spurns back the oceans roaring tidesAnd coops from other lands her islanders, 19. Act ii. Ifting 3obru Even till that England, hedged in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king: till then, fair boy, 30 Will I not think of home, but follow arms. Const. O, take his mothers thanks, a widowsthanks,Till your strong hand shall help to give him strengthTo make a more requital to your love! Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift theirIn such a just and charitable war. [swords K. Phi. Well then, to work: our cannon shall beAgainst the brows of this resisting town. [bentCall for our chief est men of discipline,To cull the plots of best advantages: 40 We 11 lay before this town our royal bones,Wade to the market-place in Frenchmens blood,But we will make it subject to this boy. Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy,Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood:My Lord Chatillon may from England bringThat r
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