:32:03
...remind me not of my
last hour.
:32:07
- Farewell, Dora.
- Well, sweet Jack.
:32:11
- Farewell.
- Have a care of thyself.
:32:21
- Who saw the Duke of Lancaster?
- I am here, brother.
:32:26
Full of heaviness.
:32:28
Rain within doors,
and none abroad?
:32:33
- How doth the king?
- Exceedinly ill.
:32:43
Why doth the crown lie
there upon his pillow?
:32:47
She is a restless bedfellow.
:32:52
O majesty...
:32:54
...thou art like a rich armour
worn in the heat of the day...
:32:58
...that scalds with safety.
:33:03
My father, my lord!
:33:07
Good king.
:33:17
This is a sleep that
from this golden rigol...
:33:21
...hath divorc'd so
many English kings.
:33:28
Thy due from me is tears.
:33:33
And heavy sorrows of the blood,
which nature...
:33:36
...love and' filial tenderness...
:33:39
...shall pay thee...
:33:41
...plenteously.
:33:47
My due from thee is this
imperial crown, which...
:33:58
...which God shall guard.