ROSAMUND.
O beautiful! May I have it as mine, till mine
Be mine again?
HENRY (_throwing it round her neck_).
Thine--as I am--till death!
ROSAMUND.
Death? no! I'll have it with me in my shroud,
And wake with it, and show it to all the Saints.
HENRY.
Nay--I must go; but when thou layest thy lip
To this, remembering One who died for thee,
Remember also one who lives for thee
Out there in France; for I must hence to brave
The Pope, King Louis, and this turbulent priest.
ROSAMUND (_kneeling_).
O by thy love for me, all mine for thee,
Fling not thy soul into the flames of hell:
I kneel to thee--be friends with him again.
HENRY.
Look, look! if little Geoffrey have not tost
His ball into the brook! makes after it too
To find it. Why, the child will drown himself.
ROSAMUND.
Geoffrey! Geoffrey!
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.--_Montmirail. 'The Meeting of the Kings.'_
JOHN OF OXFORD _and_ HENRY. _Crowd in the distance_.
JOHN OF OXFORD.
You have not crown'd young Henry yet, my liege?
HENRY.
Crown'd! by God's eyes, we will not have him crown'd.
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