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And brings from him fuch offers of our peace,
Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he fees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
With whom your felf, my felf, and other lords,
Faulc. Let it be fo; and you, my noble Prince,
Henry. At Worcefter muft his body be interr'd.
Faulc. Thither fhall it then.
And happily may your sweet self put on
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
Henry. Thave a kind foul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been before-hand with our griefs. This England never did, nor never shall, Lye at the proud foot of a Conqueror, But when it first did help to wound it felf. Now these her Princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them!-Nought shall make us rue, If England to it felf do reft but true.
The End of the Third Volume.