:38:03
Thus it was, my liege,
accusing the crown...
:38:06
...I put it on my head, to try
with it as with an enemy...
:38:10
...that had
murdered my father.
:38:13
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
:38:16
O, my son!
:38:19
God put it in thy mind
to take it hence...
:38:22
...that thou mightst win the
more thy father's love...
:38:26
...pleading so wisely
in excuse for it.
:38:54
Hear, I think, the very latest
counsel that ever...
:38:58
...I shall breathe.
:39:01
God knows, by what by-paths
and crook'd ways I met this...
:39:05
...crown, for all my reign hath
been but a scene...
:39:09
...acting that argument, and now
my death changes the mode.
:39:14
For what in me was purchas'd,
falls upon thee in a more fairer...
:39:17
...sort, yet, though thou stand'st
more sure than I could do...
:39:20
...thou art not firm
enough, since...
:39:23
...griefs are green. And all
my friends, which thou...
:39:26
...must make thy friends, have
their stings and teeth newly out.
:39:31
And by whose power I well
might lodge a fear...
:39:36
...to be again displac'd.
:39:40
Harry, be it thy course
to busy giddy minds...
:39:43
...with foreign quarrels, that
action, hence borne out...
:39:48
...may waste the memory of the
former days.
:39:55
I am weak...
:39:57
...and my lungs are wasted so...