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Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,

Seek through your camp to find you.

K. Hen.Good old knight,

Collect them all together at my tent:

I'll be before thee.

Erp.I shall do 't, my lord.

K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;

Possess them not with fear; take from them now

The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers

Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord,

O, not to-day, think not upon the fault

My father made in compassing the crown!

I Richard's body have interr'd anew,

And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears

Than from it issu'd forced drops of blood.

Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up

Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built

Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests

Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;

Though all that I can do is nothing worth,

Since that my penitence comes after all,

Imploring pardon.

Glo. My liege!

K. Hen. My brother Gloucester's voice! Ay;

 312 hearts: courage

314 compassing: obtaining

321 chantries; cf. n.

323-325 Cf. n. 