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King Henry the Sixth, V. i

And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,

So wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell.

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,

Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

Exit [dragging out the body].

 

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.

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,

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.

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?

 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 