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| 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'st successively. | ||
| Yet, though thou stand'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 might 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, O God forgive; | ||
| And grant it may with thee in true peace live! |