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CLARENCE

 What else. And that succession be determinèd?

WARWICK

 Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

KING HENRY

 But with the first of all your chief affairs
 Let me entreat - for I command no more -
 That Margaret your queen and my son Edward [60]
 Be sent for to return from France with speed;
 For till I see them here, by doubtful fear
 My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.

CLARENCE

 It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.

KING HENRY

 My lord of Somerset, what youth is that [65]
 Of whom you seem to have so tender care?

SOMERSET

 My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.

KING HENRY

 Come hither, England’s hope.
                                                              Lays his hand on his head.

                If secret powers
 Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
 This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss. [70]
 His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
 His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
 His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
 Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
 Make much of him, my lords, for this is he [75]
 Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

                                        Enter a Post.

WARWICK
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