Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter John of Lancaster, Gloucester, Clarence [Westmoreland, and others].
War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O! that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen. 16
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just. O God! I fear all will be overturn'd.
Lanc. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow. 20
| Glo. | Good morrow, cousin. | |
| Cla. |
Lanc. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
War. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk. 24
Lanc. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
Glo. O! good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;
And I dare swear you borrow not that face 28
Of seeming sorrow; it is sure your own.
Lanc. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. 32
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
14 heavy: sorrowful
23 argument: subject of conversation
31 coldest: most hopeless
34 Cf. n.
