1:26:03
as the wretched slave,
1:26:06
Who, with a body filled and
vacant mind, gets him to rest,
1:26:11
crammed with
distressful bread,
1:26:13
never sees horrid night,
the child of hell,
1:26:16
but like a lackey,
from the rise to the set...
1:26:18
sweats in the eye
of Phoebus...
1:26:21
and all night sleeps...
1:26:24
in Elysium.
1:26:27
Next day after dawn, doth rise
and help Hyperion to his horse...
1:26:31
and follows so
the ever-running year...
1:26:34
with profitable labor
to his grave.
1:26:37
And but for ceremony...
1:26:43
such a wretch,
1:26:45
winding up days of toil...
1:26:48
and nights with sleep...
1:26:53
had the forehand
and vantage...
1:26:59
of a king.
1:27:05
My lord, your nobles,
jealous of your absence,
1:27:08
seek through the camp
to find you.
1:27:13
Good old knight,
1:27:15
Collect them all together
at my tent.
1:27:18
I'll be before thee.
1:27:25
O God of battles,
steel my soldiers' hearts.
1:27:28
Possess them not with fear.
1:27:30
Take from them now
their sense of reckoning...
1:27:33
if the opposed numbers
pluck their hearts from them.
1:27:36
Not today, o God,
oh, not today.
1:27:40
Think not upon the fault my
father made encompassing the crown.
1:27:43
I Richard's body
have interred new...
1:27:46
and on it have bestowed
more contrite tears...
1:27:48
than from it issued
forced drops of blood.
1:27:51
Five hundred poor
I have in yearly pay...
1:27:54
who twice a day
their withered hands...
1:27:56
hold up toward heaven
to pardon blood.
1:27:58
And I have built
two chantries...