:39:01
God knows, by what by-paths
and crook'd ways I met this...
:39:05
...crown, for all my reign hath
been but a scene...
:39:09
...acting that argument, and now
my death changes the mode.
:39:14
For what in me was purchas'd,
falls upon thee in a more fairer...
:39:17
...sort, yet, though thou stand'st
more sure than I could do...
:39:20
...thou art not firm
enough, since...
:39:23
...griefs are green. And all
my friends, which thou...
:39:26
...must make thy friends, have
their stings and teeth newly out.
:39:31
And by whose power I well
might lodge a fear...
:39:36
...to be again displac'd.
:39:40
Harry, be it thy course
to busy giddy minds...
:39:43
...with foreign quarrels, that
action, hence borne out...
:39:48
...may waste the memory of the
former days.
:39:55
I am weak...
:39:57
...and my lungs are wasted so...
:40:00
...that strength of speech is
utterly denied me.
:40:07
O, God forgive me...
:40:10
...how I came to the crown...
:40:13
...and grant it may with thee...
:40:17
...in true peace...
:40:31
How art the king?
:40:36
- He no longer lives.
- God save the king!
:40:40
God save the king!
:40:47
Thou look upon me in
a strange manner.
:40:50
I shall turn those weeping
tears into happy hours.
:40:53
We'd expect no less from thee.
:40:56
Within myself, the wave of blood
hath been but utter vanity.