1:28:01
where the sad and solemn priests
sing still for Richard's soul.
1:28:05
More will I do...
1:28:08
though all that I can do...
1:28:12
is nothing worth...
1:28:14
since my penitence comes,
after all,
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imploring pardon.
1:28:23
[Man] My liege!
My brother Gloucester's voice.
1:28:27
I know thy errand.
1:28:31
I will go with thee.
1:28:35
The day, my friends,
1:28:39
and all things...
1:28:43
stay...
1:28:46
for me.
1:28:59
[Drums beating]
1:29:08
Hark how our steeds
for present service neigh.
1:29:13
Mount them and make incision
in their hides...
1:29:16
that their hot blood
may spin in English eyes.
1:29:20
Do but behold
yon poor and starved band.
1:29:24
Your fair show shall
suck away their souls,
1:29:27
leaving them but
the shales and husks of men.
1:29:30
There is not work enough
for all our hands.
1:29:33
Why do you stay so long,
my lords of france?
1:29:36
Yon island carrions, desperate of their
bones, ill-favoredly become the morning field.
1:29:40
They have said their prayers,
and they stay for death.
1:29:45
A very little little let us do,
and all is done.
1:29:50
Then let the trumpets sound the
tucket sonance and the note to mount...
1:29:54
for our approach will
so much dare the field...
1:29:58
that England shall crouch down
in fear... and yield!