And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell. 84
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king, 88
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Kent. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath]
Enter York and his army of Irish, with drum and colours.
York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
To entertain great England's lawful king. 4
Ah sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle nought but gold:
I cannot give due action to my words, 8
Except a sword or sceptre balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Enter Buckingham.
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 12
83 thrust in: pierce
5 Cf. n.
8 action: effect
9 balance it: add weight to my hand
10 have I: as sure as I have
11 toss: bear aloft
flower-de-luce: fleur de lys
