HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
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Bid every soldier dight him for the field:
I've slept too long.
GAOLER.
At which you did give orders to be waked.
HENRIQUEZ.
The fated morn that brings to me no noon.
Sleep from the tablet of my brain had razed
All present things, and in my waking fancy
Had led me back to what I was so lately.
I thank you. Dawns the light?
FRIAR and GAOLER (both at once).
HENRIQUEZ.
Welcome, good Father; thou art come, in truth,
To wake me for the fight, and brace my strength,
Not with corporeal arms.
FRIAR.
A nobler armour, for a nobler warfare:
And the Almighty King, whose valiant soldier
Thou wilt this day approve thyself to be,
Will gird thee for the field. Receive from him
His high commission, worthy of a man.