Volume II Part 61 (1/2)

_Dum._ But what doth move thee, above the rest, to do the deed?

_Fri._ O my lord, I have been a great sinner in my days!

and the deed is meritorious.

_Dum._ But how wilt thou get opportunity? 30

_Fri._ Tush, my lord, let me alone for that.

_Dum._ Friar, come with me; We will go talk more of this within.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE XXIV.

_Drums and Trumpets. Enter_[426] KING HENRY, _the_ KING OF NAVARRE, EPERNOUN, BARTUS, PLESHe, Soldiers, _and_ Attendants.

_Henry._ Brother of Navarre, I sorrow much That ever I was prov'd your enemy, And that the sweet and princely mind you bear Was ever troubled with injurious wars.

I vow, as I am lawful king of France, To recompense your reconciled love, With all the honours and affections That ever I vouchsaf'd my dearest friends.

_Nav._ It is enough if that Navarre may be Esteemed faithful to the king of France, 10 Whose service he may still command till death.

_Henry._ Thanks to my kingly brother of Navarre.

Then here we'll lie before Lutetia-walls,[427]

Girting this strumpet city with our siege, Till, surfeiting with our afflicting arms, She cast her hateful stomach to the earth.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Mes._ An it please your majesty, here is a friar of the order of the Jacobins, sent from the President of Paris, that craves access unto your grace.

_Henry._ Let him come in. [_Exit_ Mess. 20

_Enter_ Friar, _with a letter._

_Eper._ I like not this friar's look: 'Twere not amiss, my lord, if he were search'd.

_Henry._ Sweet Epernoun, our friars are holy men.

And will not offer violence to their king For all the wealth and treasure of the world.-- Friar, thou dost acknowledge me thy king?

_Fri._ I, my good lord, and will die therein.

_Henry._ Then come thou near, and tell what news thou bring'st.

_Fri._ My lord, The President of Paris greets your grace, 30 And sends his duty by these speedy lines, Humbly craving your gracious reply. [_Gives letter._

_Henry._ I'll read them, friar, and then I'll answer thee.

_Fri._ _Sancte Jacobe_,[428] now have mercy upon me!

[_Stabs the king with a knife, as he reads the letter; and then the king gets the knife, and kills him._

_Eper._ O my lord, let him live a while!