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344 To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch 'd with boisterous hand; And I had many living, to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears, Thou seest, with peril I have answered : For all my reign hath been but as a scene Acting that argument ; and now my death Changes the mode ; for what in me was purchased, Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort ; So thou the garland wear's! successively. Yet, though thou stanu'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ; And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends, Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out ; By whose fell working I was first advanced, And by whose power I well might lodge a fear To be again displaced : which to avoid, I cut them off ; and had a purpose now To lead out many to the Holy Land ; Lest rest, and lying still, mi^ht make them look Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels ; that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days. More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, That strength of speech is utterly denied me. How I came by the crown, God, forgive ! And grant it may with thee in true peace live!"