I have a dizzying headache. Let me rest.
I'll call you by and by.
[_Exeunt_ ROGER OF YORK, FOLIOT, _and_ JOCELYN OF SALISBURY.
Would he were dead! I have lost all love for him.
If God would take him in some sudden way--
Would he were dead. [_Lies down_.
PAGE (_entering_).
My liege, the Queen of England.
HENRY.
God's eyes! [_Starting up_.
_Enter_ ELEANOR.
ELEANOR.
Of England? Say of Aquitaine.
I am no Queen of England. I had dream'd
I was the bride of England, and a queen.
HENRY.
And,--while you dream'd you were the bride of England,--
Stirring her baby-king against me? ha!
ELEANOR.
The brideless Becket is thy king and mine:
I will go live and die in Aquitaine.
HENRY.
Except I clap thee into prison here,
Lest thou shouldst play the wanton there again.
Ha, you of Aquitaine! O you of Aquitaine!
You were but Aquitaine to Louis--no wife;
You are only Aquitaine to me--no wife.
ELEANOR.
And why, my lord, should I be wife to one
That only wedded me for Aquitaine?
Yet this no wife--her six and thirty sail
Of Provence blew you to your English throne;
And this no wife has born you four brave sons,
And one of them at least is like to prove
Bigger in our small world than thou art.
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